Hua Rong fell into his arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, approached his face and looked at him curiously: "Feng Jin......?" ”

Yan Chuxi still had the same poker face, "It's me, eldest miss." ”

"Chu Xi, ......" Hua Rong's voice was soft, and he rubbed his face in his arms, "Why are you here?" ”

"You're drunk." He stopped her and hugged her horizontally, turned his head to Luo Nanchu who was standing at the door, and said, "She divorced Young Master Feng yesterday, maybe she wasn't in a good mood, and I'm bothering you today." ”

His tone was indifferent and polite.

When Luo Nan first heard Yan Chuxi's words, she was stunned for a moment, she knew that Hua Rong was in a bad mood, but she didn't expect this reason.

Luo Nanchu nodded, watching Yan Chuxi carry Hua Rong out.

Thinking of Hua Rong's short marriage, she was inevitably a little gloomy.

She was stunned for a while, and when she raised her head, she saw Fu Tingyuan frowning at her not far away.

Thinking that she called him to come over and make him unhappy, Luo Nanchu walked over and wanted to apologize to him, but before he could say anything, he was pulled over by Fu Tingyuan.

"Drunk?"

The man's voice was slightly fierce.

Luo Nan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, he remembered that she couldn't drink.

"Nope."

She smiled and shook her head.

Fu Tingyuan glanced at her face, then reached out and pinched her chin, raised her head and kissed her on the lips.

He examined her mouth to make sure he didn't smell alcohol, then let go of her and took her hand: "Let's go." ”

Luo Nanchu looked at his back, remembered his inspection, and couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

It was already dark.

Evenings in London are noisy and quiet.

There are office workers who have finished their day's work and hurriedly walked along the road with briefcases, and there are also travelers from all over the world, with accents of various countries, stopping at the door of the store.

And he led her through the crowd of all kinds, as if a movie was put to the end, a little lazy and comfortable.

However, when a movie is put to the end, it is the end.

Tomorrow is his engagement with Lu Mingyou.

Luo Nanchu lazily took a bath.

The villa was very lively, the make-up artists had already arrived a day earlier, and the housekeeper instructed the servants to carry their make-up boxes to the bedroom.

Luo Nanchu wore a bathrobe and walked to the windowsill and looked downstairs.

Tomorrow is a festive day, and everyone seems to be quite happy, although the wedding has nothing to do with them, but they are all happy with the same feeling.

The air is filled with molecules of pleasure.

The makeup artists are all young and beautiful girls, who come with their mentors, and the sound of their high heels stepping on the floor is very crisp, and to be able to participate in such a top wedding at such a young age is an affirmation of their professional skills. Therefore, the footsteps were also pleasant, and from time to time laughter came from outside the door.

The room was silent, and Luo Nanchu leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the void.

Little by little, the light dimmed, and only a little bit of the dim sunset set fell on the floor.

She leaned back on the sofa with one foot bent, and one foot fell to the ground casually, her eyes looking a little empty and confused.

It turns out that a month can pass so quickly.

It's as fast as the blink of an eye.

The time of separation is coming.