The Love of My Life: The Deep Fall of the Chief

It has been several days, and Luoyang picks up the car every day, spares no effort, just like he takes the bus with him every day on time.

It is hot in July, the weather is getting cooler, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is getting bigger and bigger. Luoyang reminds He Xiaoran to wear more clothes and a coat every day.

Knowing that He Xiaoran often got up late, when Luoyang came to pick her up, he would always bring a steaming stomach-nourishing porridge. He Xiaoran tasted it as Luoyang's handicraft.

Every day at noon, Luoyang would call He Xiaoran to go upstairs for dinner, and he still cooks the dishes himself, all of which are He Xiaoran's favorite dishes.

Luoyang will also prepare the meals when she gets off work in the evening, and wait for He Xiaoran to finish eating before sending her off work.

A dignified president has just been reduced to a cook.

But he did it willingly, and even redecorated the kitchenette in the suite where he temporarily rested in order to hide.

Ever since they shared adversity together in the prosperous age that day, the relationship between the two seems to have undergone a slight change, and Luoyang once wanted to try to change.

But as long as he advances a little bit, He Xiaoran will immediately retreat vigilantly.

He had no choice but to stop and treat He Xiaoran silently. In fact, this was already a great comfort to him.

He even thought that it would be good if he could go on like this for the rest of his life.

After work this day, He Xiaoran was still sent downstairs by Luoyang, and opened the door to enter the house.

Three meals a day are provided by Luoyang, and He Xiaoran has not eaten at home for a long time.

Recently, the schedule has become regular, meals have become punctual, nutrition has kept up, and He Xiaoran's stomach heals quickly.

Since she wanted to discuss the specific implementation of the "Love Apartment", she went to the park with Luoyang for a walk after dinner in the afternoon. When she came back today, she felt a rare appetite.

The refrigerator hadn't been opened for a long time, and she remembered that there was still half a bundle of noodles in it.

Rubbing her hungry stomach, she reached out and opened the refrigerator door.

However, she was stunned, and put a bag of red dates and a bottle of honey in it.

A note was pasted on each.

"Drink some honey water to nourish your stomach."

"I won't buy you other fruits. Seeing that you haven't eaten them these days, let's have some red dates."

He Xiaoran's heart tightened suddenly.

Lu Siyuan?

When did he come, and he is still paying attention to himself these days?Did he see Luoyang picking her up and going to and from get off work every day?
Although he didn't say the word "breakup" clearly, but he didn't contact him for many days, He Xiaoran thought that the two of them knew each other well.

But I didn't expect...

After hesitating for a long time, He Xiaoran decided to clarify with him.

After all, after this period of consideration, although she did not intend to accept Luoyang, she felt that Lu Siyuan was indeed inappropriate.

Or, my current situation will only delay Lu Siyuan.

Thinking, she picked up the phone, nestled on the sofa, and found Lu Siyuan's number.

Thinking of the last time he refused to answer his call in the police station, he wondered if he would answer it this time.

After hesitating for a while, she still pressed it with the attitude of giving it a try.

The bell kept ringing, and He Xiaoran was holding two notes on his cell phone, feeling a little nervous.

The words on the note are very strong and powerful, as if they were written by some famous artist.

He Xiaoran couldn't help but wonder if such an excellent man like them can write so well, Lu Siyuan does, and so does Luoyang.

Just the first word "drink", even if I practice it for another ten years, I will be far behind.

Remember the old days...

Suddenly, He Xiaoran's eyes widened. Lu Siyuan always writes with strokes and strokes, and he writes every stroke very seriously.

But the word "drink" is written smoothly and continuously, which looks more fluent.

The hook on the vertical hook of the word "口" is basically invisible, which is completely Luoyang's technique.

Looking down, every word is like this.

Suddenly remembered something, He Xiaoran couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and suddenly hung up the phone that hadn't been connected yet.

She forgot that the password on her door had already been changed, and she didn't tell Lu Siyuan at all that she still stood up to open the door for him that morning when she had a fever.

Moreover, she seems to still remember that day Lu Siyuan said, "The apples you bought are so delicious..."

At this time, the phone that He Xiaoran had just pressed down suddenly rang, which startled her.

It was Lu Siyuan, but at this moment He Xiaoran suddenly didn't know what to say, quickly reached out to hang up the phone and refused to answer.

She used to put away the notes pasted on the fruits in the refrigerator every day. She suddenly stood up from the sofa. Because she got up too quickly, her blood pressure was a little low, and she felt dizzy.

Not caring too much, she supported the back of the sofa and relaxed a little, and she turned out all the notes she had put away to check one by one.

Damn it, she never saw such an obvious note.

It was a very restless night, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

When I woke up the next day, both eye circles were dark.

When he went downstairs, He Xiaoran was a little restless, and when he saw Luoyang, his expression was a little unnatural.

Luo Yang's eyes froze for a moment, and thoughts flashed away on his handsome face.

Did he see his intentions?
After thinking for a few days, Luo Yang finally made up his mind to bring the relationship between the two closer. Why did she notice it before they met?

Taking a deep breath, he watched He Xiaoran approach slowly.

Today she wore a light yellow suit jacket, like a stamen just stretched out from a bud, fresh and elegant.

When He Xiaoran came over, Luo Yang suddenly stretched out his hand behind his back, holding a red rose in his hand.

His fingers are beautiful, fairer and more tender than a woman's, taking advantage of the enchanting red roses, they are even more touching.

He originally wanted to give a bouquet, but after hesitating for a long time in the flower shop, he still only picked one of them.

He Xiaoran's resistance to him has just turned a little bit, Luoyang doesn't want to scare her.

He Xiaoran, who was already a little restless, saw the flowers, and a blush immediately appeared on his face, making him even more embarrassed.

She thought about it all night, and she had to admit that Luoyang once again successfully awakened the secret in her heart that had been silent for a long time.

Not seeing each other for many years, Luo Yang is no longer that big boy who only knows how to work hard for her and is desperate for her.

He became deeply thoughtful, hiding his love for her both flamboyantly and without showing any trace.

But He Xiaoran had to admit that Luoyang like this was even more attractive to her.

It made her feel scared, hesitant, at a loss, and wanted to refuse, but she couldn't push it away.

Looking at her, Luoyang's heart beat faster again. Although He Xiaoran didn't reach out to pick it up, after all, she didn't refuse, did she?

If it was in the past, she should either turn around and leave or throw the flowers on the ground.

The corners of Luoyang's lips curled into a faint smile, like a prince in a fairy tale.

But He Xiaoran, after all, she is not Snow White, not the princess who can forget everything if the prince asks her to dance a dance.

After all, there is still an insurmountable gap between her and Luoyang.

Of course, Luoyang also understands this, so he has been cautiously expressing his heart.

Seeing He Xiaoran's blushing and hesitation, and then the embarrassment at the corner of his mouth slowly cooling down, he carefully collected the trace of satisfaction he just got.

Then before He Xiaoran refused, he stuffed the flower into her hand.

"Don't think too much, today Lin Hao met a poor flower girl on the road, so he bought all the flowers in her hand, and I just took one."

He Xiaoran pondered for a while, and swallowed the words abruptly.

At this time, in the Shangri-La Hotel on the other side, on a luxurious and soft big bed, a man was opening his sleepy eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the crystal lamp above his head emitting a little bit of starlight, and he was a little dazzled by the magnificent decorations around him.

On one side, there was a naked woman lying beside her...

The woman's face was flushed, she was obviously still drunk, her skin was fine, and her long black and bright hair covered her bare shoulders.

If she didn't open her eyes, coupled with the hazy atmosphere in the morning, at a glance, she would be [-]% similar to He Xiaoran.

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes for a second, and then it turned into compromise.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his brows that were still in pain, and sighed long.

This man is none other than Lu Siyuan who has never been in contact with He Xiaoran.

And the woman lying next to him is Lucy, the secretary of a real estate company boss.

Lu Siyuan didn't bother the woman around her, she was also a poor person, in order to make a living in this greedy society, she didn't know how long she hadn't had a good sleep.

Quietly lifted the quilt and got up, sitting on the sofa in the room, Lu Siyuan put a metal pendant hanging from his neck into my hand.

This is not any expensive material, nor is it an antique, it is a small souvenir left by his father during his lifetime.

Fifteen years ago, his father died in an accident. However, the official accepted bribes from others. His father's death has not even been brought back to justice.

So since he was a child, he vowed that he must become a government official, and he would become a clean and honest government official who was dedicated to serving the people.

That's what he thought, and he did the same thing, but after going on for so long, looking at the woman beside him, he thought, he has finally fallen.

Things start a few days ago.

Ever since Lu Siyuan came out of the hospital that day, he was depressed.

After this period of time, he found that he had fallen in love with He Xiaoran so deeply that he couldn't help himself.

He loves her every frown and smile, and he loves her every move.

Walking on the road, he even forgot to hit the car, and just staggered forward step by step along the road, not knowing where he was going or where the end was.

He Xiaoran's figure kept flashing in front of his eyes.

When Luoyang ordered his men to beat him, He Xiaoran desperately protected the figure in front of him.

When he was lying on the hospital bed, He Xiaoran held his hand tightly.

At the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau that day, He Xiaoran looked at him affectionately.

And at the door of the house, He Xiaoran told him to remember the password.