Mr. Minguo's kitchen

The sound was loud, but it couldn't cover Yuan Xiaolan's hysterical voice, "Jing You, do you think I have no heart, do you think Yuan Xiaolan has no self-esteem? Does he always act foolishly?" Follow you, wait for you?"

Chen Jingyou panicked. He knew that his thoughts were unfair to Xiaolan, but he had no choice. Xiaolan wanted it, but it was even more impossible for him to lose the glory of the Chen family. He could only keep it: "Xiaolan..."

There were water droplets on Yuan Xiaolan's face, and he couldn't tell whether it was the rain from outside the eaves or the tears left in his eyes, but his voice was firm and self-respecting, "Chen Jingyou, I just want to ask you, are you Aren't you going to marry that cousin?"

Chen Jingyou didn't answer, he was just silent.So this love for many years was also buried in this silence.

Yuan Xiaolan tidied up her messy hair and clothes, and suddenly smiled. His eyes washed by tears were as bright as when they first met, and they were not stained with dust. He said softly: "Then I wish Young Master Chen a happy wedding. I have a successful career. This red rope should be more suitable for Miss Biao, so I, Yuan Xiaolan, left."

He tore off the red rope chain he had been holding on to, and stuffed it in Chen Jingyou's hand without any explanation, and then rushed into the pouring rain without looking back.

Chen Jingyou was stunned for a while, and called Xiao Lan's name to chase after him, but unfortunately he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The red rope chain implying the old moon was soaked in the heavy rain. The jade pendant engraved with the word "Lan" was broken into two petals. the red.