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The night road on the mountain is a test for ordinary sports cars, but it is not a problem for Ferrari with top performance.

It took Nan Xiangyu at most half an hour to drive to the Nanshan public cemetery.

After getting out of the car, he and Qiao Yaying went straight to Han Ziluo's grave.

The bright moonlight shines on this tombstone. On it is a photo of a short-haired girl with a clear and bright smile. Under the photo, the inscription "The tomb of my beloved Han Ziluo, engraved by Chu Jinyan on May [-], [-]" handwriting.

There is a bunch of bright and lush wisteria flowers in front of the tombstone. The flourishing purple flowers are gently blowing in the night wind, and there is a faint fragrance in the air. The fragrance of wisteria is really refreshing.

Qiao Yaying stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the smiling face of the girl on the tombstone, complex and indescribable waves surged in her eyes, half of her delicate and pretty face was hidden in the shadow under the moonlight, it seemed that it was even more difficult to see her How is the mood.

The tombstone stands quietly in the night, even with the company of vines, it is still unavoidable to be lonely and lonely.

Nan Xiangyu respectfully placed a bouquet of delicate golden chrysanthemums he bought before his arrival in front of the tombstone, placing it side by side with the bunch of purple vines, and then bowed respectfully, and then took a step back, and Joe Yaying stood side by side.

"Xiaoying, you saw that my elder brother must have been here in the afternoon. You also know that every year on this day he will close himself up to mourn Han Ziluo."

"Then, Xiangyu, do you know where Brother Yan has gone now?" Qiao Yaying turned sideways, with a worried look on her face.

Nan Xiangyu pursed his lips and thought for a few seconds, then turned to Qiao Yaying, and said slowly: "I think I already know where the elder brother is? Xiaoying, how about this, I'll take you home first, and then I'll go see him , is that okay?"

"No, I won't be able to sleep all night if I don't see Brother Yan tonight, Xiangyu, please take me to see him together, okay?" Qiao Yaying looked anxious.

"That's fine. But, Xiaoying, you have to be mentally prepared. On a day like today, if you go to see him, you will definitely not get any good results. So, this is also the reason why I don't want to take you to see him. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it." Nan Xiangyu held her hand and said worriedly.

"Xiangyu, don't talk so much, go find Brother Yan!"

Seeing that she was so persistent and decisive, Nan Xiangyu didn't say anything anymore, but followed her on the way back silently.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Nan Xiangyu and Qiao Yaying arrived at the seaside villa.

The seaside villa is a villa that Chu Jinyan built by the seaside in the second year after Han Ziluo's death.

The inside is full of vines, and even the walls and gardens are covered with various varieties of vines.

It was the first time for Qiao Yaying to walk into the Vine Garden, she was deeply shocked and deeply jealous.

Brother Yan, how could he treat her like this?
She is the green plum who grew up with him, and is his real fiancee. However, behind her back, he cherishes the memory of a girl who has been dead for seven years so deeply. Where does he put her as a fiancee? ?
Walking along the winding corridor path, twisting and turning, and following Nan Xiangyu, they finally came to the main building - a white European castle-style building.

The door of the villa was not closed tightly, so with a push, the door opened.

The entrance was pitch black, and they groped their way through the entrance and walked in. The two finally saw the man who had been looking for the whole night.

At the moment, behind him is a very cartoon fabric sofa. The man is holding a wine bottle in his hand, sitting on the cold floor in a disfigured manner, while holding a photo sticker of a girl’s passport in the other hand, which he regards as a treasure. Clinging tightly to the pit of the chest, as if it could melt the girl in the photo into my own flesh and blood.

The cold silvery moonlight shot in through the bright and wide floor-to-ceiling glass door, casting a layer of light on his whole body, but his embarrassment and decadence were clearly visible, which hurt Qiao Yaying's eyes.

Beside Chu Jinyan, there were already a few empty wine bottles thrown on the ground in a mess. He was so drunk that he leaned his upper body on the side of the sofa, and was drinking the strongest wine one gulp after another.

Qiao Yaying was heartbroken, she didn't care about anything, she ran over and snatched the bottle from Chu Jinyan's hand: "Brother Yan, what are you doing? You are the president of an imposing multinational consortium, how can you make yourself like this?"

"Get out!" The man on the ground yanked the hand holding the wine bottle, and threw Qiao Yaying's thin body to the floor beside her.

Damn it, did he dare to break into his and Xiao Luo's house, dare to interfere with his thinking about Xiao Luo? !

He thought in a daze, but raised his neck again and took a big sip of wine.

Nan Xiangyu frowned tightly, pursed his lips tightly, stepped forward silently with a solemn face, and bowed to help Qiao Yaying who fell to the ground.

"No need." Standing up from the floor, Qiao Yaying pushed Nan Xiangyu away, walked to Chu Jinyan's side again, and leaned over to snatch the bottle from him again.

For the man at this moment, his tie had been thrown away, and a few buttons were torn off from the collar of his shirt. A large white and strong chest was exposed, and the wine spilled from the corner of his mouth flowed down his neck, shoulders, and then to his toned chest... ...making him look down and out, but without losing a decadent and sexy heroism.

"Damn it, why don't you leave?" Chu Jinyan clenched the wine bottle in his hand and raised his arms, avoiding that ignorant slender hand, almost bursting into anger, squinting his drunken eyes, cursing in a low voice .

Qiao Yaying couldn't take it anymore, she squatted down, clasped the man's shoulders, shook her vigorously, and shouted unwillingly: "Brother Yan, open your eyes and look at me, I am Xiaoying, the little girl who has been with you since childhood Ying, how can you treat me like this? I am your fiancée and will be the mother of your child in the future, but you miss a girl who has been dead for seven years in front of me like this. Where do you put me? Brother Yan , wake up, you can't treat me like this!" After seven years, she can't even fight a dead man, is she a failure?
"Go away..." A girl who has been dead for seven years?No, no, his little Luo is not dead.Damn it was these people who always liked to chatter around him.Chu Jinyan was so distressed that he shook his shoulders and waved his hand, and Qiao Yaying's body was thrown away by him again.