The sun was high and the room was quiet all the time.

Sunlight poured in through the pale blue curtains, and the light in the room was a mixture of the curtain-colored ska-blue, faint, somewhat dull.

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the head of the bed with his eyes closed, his face had always been calm, one hand on Sam's body, leaning on the head of the bed as if he was asleep.

She was reluctant to stay.

He didn't dare say a word.

*

Luo Nanchu took a taxi back to the orphanage.

Because it was still very early, and the nurses of the orphanage had not gotten up yet, Luo Nanchu went upstairs lightly, pushed open his room and walked in.

She crawled into her bed, bent over and curled up under the covers. She felt a little sad, even though it wasn't supposed to be.

The sun swayed and climbed high, but the room was still very shady, Luo Nanchu closed his eyes, hugged the quilt, and fell asleep very insecurely in this kind of emotion.

Woke up to be woken up by Selina's pushers.

Luo Nanchu got out of the quilt and saw the beautiful girl walking in menacingly, she stared at her messy hair, and looked at her a little blankly: "What's wrong?" ”

"Why are you back?" Selina's tone was heavy.

Luo Nanchu sat up, holding the quilt and rubbing her sleepy eyes, she got up too early, in fact, she only slept for three or four hours a night, and now she was still sleepy to death, and when Selina asked like this, she couldn't help but ask: "Why can't I come back?" ”

"You ......," Selina glared at her, "what are you doing here?" ”

"Oh......" Luo Nanchu rubbed his face, "I still have to stay here for a while before I can go home, I won't trouble you......"

Before Luo Nan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Selina: "I didn't want to drive you away!" ”

"......" Luo Nanchu sat on the bed and looked at Selina a little confused. Seriously, there may really be a generation gap, she has been in a coma for three years, and she can't keep up with the times. A lot of times, I can't keep up with Selina's thinking.

Selina stood in the doorway, pursed her lips, and walked over to throw the pile of things behind her on Luo Nanchu's bed.

Luo Nanchu glanced down and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's all magazines or posters that she's shot before.

She looked up at Selina, and the girl frowned slightly, "Didn't you find your friend?" Why are you still coming to us to endure hardships? We don't have anything particularly good here, and you can't get used to it, right? ”

The man who took Luo Nanchu that day was very rich at first glance. Later, she felt familiar, so she went to the Internet and searched casually, and then Fu Tingyuan's news popped up.

She compared the handsome face in the news photo, which could be seen even if it was very blurry, and found that this person was the man who took Fu Tingyuan away that day.

Thirty-two years old, at the helm of London's largest wealthy Yan Group, there is a wife who has never appeared in the public eye, but has a very high sense of existence.

Because no matter whether Fu Tingyuan attends any charity gala or business party, he always wears a platinum wedding ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

After the grand engagement ceremony was over, the wedding was not held, so everyone speculated that the rich man should have secretly married his wife.

Luo Nanchu, a female star who died in a car accident three years ago and was reported by major media, but three years later came to her senses in a private hospital in London, without an ID card and passport, had an affair with this rich man.