After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

Chapter 406 Master Nine is beautiful and seductive, arrogant and abstinent
Pei Yinan's arm holding Qiao Luoyan froze, the excitement on his face faded, and an unbelievable light appeared in his eyes.

It took him a long time to find his voice: "... past life?"

In his previous life, he was shot several times and died in a dark alley. It was indeed Qiao Luoyan who collected the body for him.

He always thought it was a coincidence, but he didn't expect that there was such an inside story, that it was the other party who saved him.

Qiao Luoyan traced down the corners of Pei Yinan's eyes with her fingertips, admiring the surprised expression on the delicate and flawless face of the man in front of her.

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Otherwise, why would you come back with memories."

Pei Yinan squeezed Qiao Luoyan's shoulder, and said in a tight voice, "Did you come here specially to find me?"

Does that mean that the other party also had him in his heart in the previous life.

Otherwise, why would Qiao Luoyan go to that sparsely populated alley when he died in despair.

Qiao Luoyan thought of his previous life, when Pei Yinan was covered in blood lying in an alley full of garbage, his eyes flashed fiercely.

The smile on her face disappeared: "I'm sorry, if I had rushed back to the capital earlier in my previous life, you would not have died."

Pei Yinan's breathing became a little heavier, and his expression was forbearing and restrained.

He thought of the first time when Qiao Luoyan showed his true face in the previous life, and asked again: "At the coming-of-age ceremony of the youngest son of the Duan family, did you throw yourself into my arms on purpose?"

"At that time, I was plotted by the Prophet Asaratade of Huoyun Ama Temple. I wanted to leave the banquet, but I never thought I would see you in the hall, so I ran towards you."

Qiao Luoyan explained it without blushing or heartbeat, as if this matter was nothing more than normal.

At that time, the most appropriate solution was to find someone to solve the physical needs.

When she saw Pei Yinan, she walked towards him with little hesitation.

Pei Yinan was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hugged Qiao Luoyan tightly into his arms.

"It turns out that you have been thinking about me for a long time, and you always thought that you were being passionate."

Qiao Luoyan joked: "It's just that Jiu Ye is beautiful, arrogant and restrained, who would not be tempted by such a masculinity."

Pei Yinan, who was molested, looked helpless and indulgent.

After a while, he asked again: "Why did you get engaged to Duan Jiangrui in your previous life?"

This matter has always been a knot in his heart, and he always thinks about it from time to time, and he is puzzled.

Qiao Luoyan said casually: "At that time, my identity as the Yan family was already known by some people, and the Duan family was targeted by people from the Huoyun Ama Temple. national luck.

As the head of the ancient martial arts family, the Duan family was the first family to be attacked by Huoyun Ama Temple. At that time, the Yan family flew to various places to break the formation, and there was no way to deal with them. Marriage with the Duan family was a way to delay the attack. "

Pei Yinan sighed aloud: "When I found out that Ruan Qingqing and Duan Jiangrui had a son, I guess there was something inside."

Things really went as he had imagined, and the last bit of displeasure with Duan Jiangrui in his heart disappeared at this moment.

Qiao Luoyan said in a low voice: "When the Pei family had an accident, I was guarding the formation at Jingxiao Mountain. When I rushed back to the capital, it would be too late."

"It's because the Pei family doesn't know people clearly, and it has nothing to do with you, let alone you saved me."

Speaking of this, Pei Yinan thought of the two sharing their destiny.

He frowned slightly, and asked softly, "What's the matter with sharing your destiny? Does it have any influence on you?"

Qiao Luoyan raised her eyebrows slightly: "There must be some influence, we will be bound together for the rest of our lives."

"I can't wish for it, thank you Qiaoer for your gift."

After Pei Yinan finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

Just when he was about to leave, Qiao Luoyan put his arms around his neck and asked with a breath, "Is the auction going to start soon?"

Smelling her unique breath, Pei Yinan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was hoarse: "There are still more than ten days."

A flash of calculation flashed across Qiao Luoyan's eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go back to the capital, and take a trip to Yuncheng."

Pei Yinan raised his eyebrows: "Yuncheng?"

"Go and see Fu Mingcheng."

Qiao Luoyan couldn't empathize with what Du Lingtong did before.

Now that she has recovered her memory, she realizes that she is even more stupid than Du Lingtong.

"Okay—" Pei Yinan was responsive to her every request.

The news of Qiao Luoyan waking up soon reached the ears of Yan Ziang and Lin Su.

However, before they were happy, they learned that their daughter and Pei Yinan were going back to the capital on the eve of the Spring Festival.

They disagreed with this, and wanted to leave their daughter in Jingxiao Mountain for the New Year.

But looking at the daughter who recovered her memory, dependent and intimate with them, the Yan couple let her go as soon as their hearts softened.

……

Cloud City, a suburban villa.

Since Du Lingtong disappeared, Fu Mingcheng lived with his daughter in this cold and old villa, enjoying the last pure land of life.

He started to grow flowers indoors and planted Du Lingtong's favorite hyacinth.

The cold hall is full of hyacinths, bringing a touch of vitality, but the people who take care of these flowers have half of their hair gray.

Since Du Lingtong left, Fu Mingcheng's hair was mixed with white silk like an old man in his fifties or sixties.

The clothes on his body were quite wrinkled, his hair was messy, and his beard was dense like a homeless man. His nobility and elegance were covered up by embarrassment.

Only those hands that are too white are arranging the hyacinths in the room.

Fu Mingcheng's movements were very light and gentle, for fear of accidentally hurting his wife's beloved flower.

Standing behind Fu Mingcheng, Ling'er's hair was horribly tied up, and she no longer held a doll in her arms, nor was she as delicate as Du Lingtong was.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Ling'er's clear eyes became gloomy, and she looked eagerly at Fu Mingcheng whose appearance had changed drastically.

The admiration in her eyes has not diminished, and there is a bit of complexity and sadness that does not belong to children.

Fu Mingcheng paused for a moment, and looked back at Ling'er stiffly.

Seeing his daughter's face similar to Du Lingtong's, Fu Mingcheng pursed his chapped and dehydrated lips slightly.

He turned the wheelchair under him and headed towards the kitchen, his voice hoarse: "I'll cook for you."

Ling'er didn't speak, and followed behind silently, full of depression and indescribable sadness.

At this moment, the doorbell outside the villa rang in the living room.

There was a gleam of light in Ling'er's dejected eyes, and she looked out through the glass window in the house, with obvious expectations on her face.

Fu Mingcheng frowned tightly, and the gloomy aura came out wantonly from his body.

Obviously, he doesn't like to be disturbed by his current life, which is as dead as a pool of water.

Ling'er took the initiative to walk up to Fu Mingcheng, took his muddy hand, and asked expectantly, "Dad, someone is here, is it Mom?"

Ling'er, who doesn't need dolls to continue her life, has already forgotten about Liang Lanxie, and clearly knows that she is the child conceived by Du Lingtong.

These days, she has been looking forward to her mother's return.

Hearing his daughter's immature words, Fu Mingcheng didn't dare to meet her pure and expectant eyes, turned his head, and the corners of his lips quivered slightly.

Ling'er seemed to have sensed something, and slowly let go of her father's hand.

Her small mouth shrunk, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard not to cry out.

(End of this chapter)