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

Naively, she didn't understand what it means to be hurt when she was young, she didn't understand why two people who love each other can't be together, and she didn't understand that there is anything scarier than love in this world.

Until the moment Luoyang left three years ago, the years had left many traces of understanding on He Xiaoran's body. She became a little scared, afraid of the next love that would appear, and she was afraid that she was like being cast down by a witch. The cursed princess will never be able to be with the one she loves.

It's just that this kind of fear is accompanied by changes in time and personnel. He Xiaoran thought that there is no need to be too persistent about some things in the past, and the person you loved will become indifferent one day.

But she seemed to have forgotten that the person she wanted to forget was so tenaciously rooted in her heart that even if there was another person in her life, she couldn't forget him.

When He Xiaoran opened her eyes, what caught her eyes was Luoyang's anxious face. She subconsciously didn't know that she had arrived at the Luo residence. She looked around, and her consciousness slowly recovered. Her eyes suddenly changed from Weakness has become sharp.

Like a sharp sword, looking at Luoyang's face suddenly changed, if it wasn't for the drip tube in his hand, He Xiaoran would have to toss again now.

"Xiao Ran, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable there?" Luo Yang moved his body slightly and looked at He Xiaoran with some concern.

It's just that this kind of concern, in exchange for the same no need to care, but another tormenting tone said: "I'm not dead."

Luoyang paused for a moment with his outstretched hand in mid-air, his eyes were filled with mixed emotions, He Xiaoran didn't look at Luoyang, her head glanced to the other side, at this moment, she felt uncomfortable even seeing Luoyang.

He was like a marker, constantly reminding her how her mother died for her own stupidity.

"He Xiaoran, you look like this will not be good for you." Luo Yang knew that what he said to He Xiaoran now would only make her hate herself even more. Since this is the case, why didn't He choose to let He Xiaoran die because of hating herself? Cheer up.

Her heart was still a little lumpy, but her face and mouth were always so stubborn, as if she was a Xiaoqiang who refused to admit defeat.

"Luoyang, I ask you to let me go, you know we will never go back to the past, why can't we let each other go?" He Xiaoran turned to look at Luoyang and said, she felt that her attitude was from the beginning to the end. In the end it was very clear.

She hates him.

The original concern and distress on Luoyang's face disappeared instantly, and the expression on his face turned to anger. He knew that He Xiaoran had misunderstood this matter, but now she was so stubborn that she couldn't listen to anything.

"Impossible, even if He Xiaoran dies, I will be tortured with you." Luo Yang said angrily, and the empty room echoed again, every sound made He Xiaoran tremble all over.

She knew that she had no place in Luoyang's heart, and that Luoyang would not let her go, but she was still unwilling to give up.

Immediately, He Xiaoran heard the sound of closing the door. She closed her eyes in despair, knowing that the bad luck was just beginning. From Luoyang's tone, it could be heard that she had no possibility of leaving again.

He just let her suffer from the beginning to the end, as long as she has suffered enough, she can leave, but at that time, she is probably already old and pale.

The room Luoyang arranged for her was sunny on all sides. The anger just now left He Xiaoran with no leisure time to look at the surrounding environment, but it doesn't seem so bad now.

He Xiaoran of Luo Zhai had only been here once, and it was at the entrance. This was the first time she came in. She looked around at the decorations and sniffed before realizing that the room was filled with the faint fragrance of jasmine.

It can be seen that this room has been carefully cleaned, and He Xiaoran feels warm in his heart from time to time.

Although she lives under someone else's roof, she feels that she is not so aggrieved, at least she still has a place she likes here.

Sometimes she really thinks that Luoyang is a terrible person. He always gives you a fluttering feeling and makes you feel that you are being watched by him, but the next second makes you give yourself the answer in your heart. This is just an illusion .

Sure enough, Luo Zhai is really luxurious, even such a guest room is bigger than the apartment that He Xiaoran is renting now.

She still remembers a question that Luoyang asked her when they were not together for a long time. At that time, He Xiaoran was so naive, she believed whatever Luoyang said, and she felt that Luoyang was a person who would not deceive her .

At that time, she was lying on the lawn, and Luoyang asked behind her: "Xiao Ran, if I were a very poor person, would you still be with me?"

She still remembers her stupidity back then, without even thinking about it, she said, "Of course."

At that time, He Xiaoran felt that the latter was more important than bread and love. She didn't need a large room, as long as it was enough for them to live, and she didn't need a lot of money, as long as she could meet her daily expenses.

At that time, she really thought that Luoyang was a poor student like her, but the truth told to her by her roommate later was exactly the opposite.

He was different from her from beginning to end, he was the young master of a rich family, and she was just the daughter of an ordinary family.

　 The door opened again, and He Xiaoran looked towards the door vigilantly. Seeing the shadow of a doctor, He Xiaoran immediately relaxed his tense nerves. Living here is really tiring.

The doctor came in and didn't say anything to He Xiaoran, but silently stopped the medicine in He Xiaoran's hand and left.

She felt that the attitudes of rich people were particularly high, even doctors were like this, and the days were still long, but today was the first day and she actually felt so hard.

He Xiaoran took a rest and felt that her body had almost recovered. The sunlight outside the window was so strong that it softened. The line of defense in your heart gradually loosened. She stood up from the bed, walked to the French window, and leaned over. It looked like a white garden.

It was the same as the place where the company lived when the company traveled, He Xiaoran remembered that Luoyang didn't like flowers, and seemed to be allergic to pollen.

So what happened to the flowers in this house?

He Xiaoran's heart is full of surprise now, she feels that she is not alone at all at the moment.

Is it him?Was it arranged by him?Or is it just a coincidence?

If she could, she really wanted to start over, she wanted to meet Luoyang again, and in the light years of that midsummer, she would still choose to love Luoyang again.

She didn't want to imagine what she was like now, living such a tiring and exhausting life.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed a lot. He Xiaoran had been standing outside the balcony in a daze. At this moment, the figure of He Yuzhi flashed in her mind. If her uncle knew that he lived at home in Luoyang He must be going crazy now.

　 He Yuzhi's surprised look was filled in her head, and He Xiaoran's mood improved a lot, but the thing she was always wondering was, since He Yuzhi loved her mother so much, why did her His mother died in Luo Zhai, so he didn't have the slightest intention to oppose himself and Luo Yang?
Could it be that I have misunderstood myself?No, how is it possible?The idea that just sprouted in He Xiaoran's heart was extinguished by himself.

She can't relax and understand that if she is still as weak as before, she will not be the only one who will be hurt.

Looking up, I found that the sunset had already set on the mountainside. Today is destined to be a sleepless night.

In the apartment on the other side of the river city, Lu Siyuan's eyes staring at the phone suddenly became dark. He Xiaoran still went, and she still went to Luo's house and lived in Luo's house without saying a word. , chose Luoyang.

It was just that one step, he thought that the moment he didn't help He Xiaoran investigate it, He Xiaoran would not easily agree to Luoyang to move back to Luozhai.

Now it seems that everything is because I am too naive. There is no one in this world who does not love money. Compared with Luoyang, he is gentler and has nothing worthy of He Xiaoran's nostalgia.

Luoyang can give everything he can't give, what she wants, Luoyang can give without frowning, and what reason does she have to pester He Xiaoran and let He Xiaoran stay by her side?
Lu Siyuan sat on the sofa, put down his phone in frustration, everything began to change, became no longer under his control, and became somewhat beyond expectations.

He has always believed that love is an investment, and only when he meets someone with equal interests, he is willing to let go of his posture and love, but when facing He Xiaoran, he seems to no longer think about how to obtain greater benefits.

He Xiaoran has a magical power that makes him want to get close and take care of him.

When I first met her, I was not only attracted by her special temperament, but after getting along with her a lot, I wanted to stay with her well. As long as I just watched her for an afternoon, I would be very satisfied. This is probably because of her body. It feels just like him.

Lu Siyuan paid a lot for such a long company. He would go to the hospital outside the school to get her medicine because He Xiaoran said in the middle of the night that his stomach was uncomfortable, and he would wait in a long line because He Xiaoran said that he wanted to eat a dessert in the suburbs. team.

He didn't know if he had paid, although the purpose was not pure, but he always wanted He Xiaoran to be happy from the bottom of his heart. As long as he saw her smile, Lu Siyuan felt that everything was worth it.

Seeing that the coordinates in her hand suddenly darkened, Lu Siyuan knew that she should get along with Luoyang, the man in her heart all the time.

Even in this state, what can he do?

The last rays of the setting sun hit He Xiaoran's delicate face, and the silhouette hit He Xiaoran's face, and the long and curled eyelashes looked like dancing elves in the air.