After the live broadcast, I overturned with the boss

Gritting her teeth tightly, a sentence came out of her throat, "Lan Xiaoya, you have to pay me back everything you owe me! Including Lan Chenxi's share!"

Ye Baihe's mind was full of the last time with Lan Chenxi, she remembered that it was Lan Chenxi's rare tenderness to her, and it was at that time that she decided that after she was released from prison, she would repent and win over Lan Chenxi's love. Forgive me, I have to start from the beginning with Lan Chenxi, from the strangers, from strangers...

It's been three months. During these three months, Ye Baihe has performed very well in prison, in order to get out early, to leave this place where people are not ghosts or ghosts, and to atone for all the sins she has done. , go to see the person I have been worried about all my life...

But all of this has a premise, that is, Lan Chenxi is still alive, Lan Chenxi can still know her thoughts, and Lan Chenxi may forgive her.

Now, Lan Chenxi has gone...

Ye Baihe couldn't help thinking, how desperate was Lan Chenxi when she jumped, or when she was pushed downstairs by Gu Muxue?
Lan Xiaoya is all about you, without you, I would not have experienced these things, without you, I would not be a bad woman, without you, I would not do all kinds of bad things, and now you even want to take away my favorite person ?
Ye Baihe's eyes rolled, her heart was full of despair.

She knew that Lan Chenxi loved Lan Xiaoya, but she never thought that Lan Chenxi loved Lan Xiaoya like this.

That kind of love made her extremely jealous, wishing she could tear Lan Xiaoya apart at this very moment; that kind of recklessness made her feel even more sad, it was something she couldn't get in exchange for all her love, but it was something Lan Xiaoya didn't cherish at all !
With such an obvious comparison, it is obvious that Ye Baihe lost, completely lost.

Those who lose want to win, so they want to leave here even more.

At this time, the gossip voice from next door reached Ye Baihe's ears again.

"That's right, that Lan Chenxi's adoptive sister, who is now the wife of the president of the Fran Group, is said to be neither human nor ghost because of Lan Chenxi's death!"

"I remembered what you said. Before I came in, there was a lot of noise in City G. I heard that there was a woman from City A. It is said that she fell in love with that guy Qiao Ruotan, but Qiao Ruotan just guarded her. Lan Chenxi, that adoptive sister who looks like a living dead, doesn't care about the young lady at all!"

"If you ask me, this Qiao Ruotan is probably just pretending. This rich family, who knows what's going on behind them? It's a mess!"

……

Ye Baihe's thoughts drifted away again, is there a woman pestering Qiao Ruotan?

Maybe her chance has come!

This time she will take Lan Xiaoya to the funeral!
Time is always fleeting, but for Lan Xiaoya at this moment, time has no concept. The so-called black and white are just the difference between going to sleep and waking up.

Sitting in the studio, Lan Xiaoya quietly held the paintbrush in her hand, dipped in the paint and spread it evenly on the drawing paper bit by bit.

She didn't think about her painting, which became the object of study for several people in the living room.

Downstairs in the hall, Qiao Ruotan and Qiao Yi'an were looking at a painting. There was a red spot of light on the painting, and there was a green layer underneath. It was like a scene on the lawn at sunrise or sunset.

"This should be the sunrise!"

"Auntie, you are wrong. I think this is a sunset. Look at the red color on the grass. It is obviously caused by the sunset glow."

Following the direction of Qiao Ruotan's finger, Qiao Yian looked, and sure enough, he saw the ruddy color on the grass, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Qiao Ruotan knew Lan Xiaoya better.

Qiao Ruotan smiled slightly, got up and walked upstairs, "I'll go see Xiaoya!"

In the studio, Lan Xiaoya's brush strokes on the paper, but in her mind, there are two villains fighting.

"You have to wake up, your brother is dead and can't be brought back to life. If you continue to do this, you will only torture others!"

"Don't listen to her, you are yourself, if you want to live like this, live like this, your brother didn't die, she just went to a far, far away place to be with your parents!"

"Bah, isn't a place far, far away a paradise? You are here all day trying to persuade Xiaoya not to wake up, do you really want Xiaoya to become a living dead?"

"What kind of living dead? It's just that people who coveted Qiao Ruotan arranged for Xiaoya on purpose. Why did you listen to it?"

"Aren't you afraid that Qiao Ruotan will be snatched away if Xiaoya hasn't woken up yet?"

"Xiaoya doesn't care if she can snatch it away. Besides, Qiao Ruotan, a big man, can't handle the peach blossom problem by himself?"

……

Her mind was aching, but the pen in Lan Xiaoya's hand didn't stop at all.

"Click" came the sound of the door lock being pressed down on the door of the studio, followed by familiar footsteps, but Lan Xiaoya didn't recognize it, or she once again blocked everything from the outside world.

Approaching behind Lan Xiaoya, stood still, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired? It's been a day of drawing, maybe you can take a good rest?"

There was no response, Qiao Ruotan sighed in his heart, he knew it was not the time yet.

It's just that his body froze instantly after his eyes touched the painting on the drawing board...

That painting seems to be a picture of a wedding... The bride happily walks on the flower path holding Sina's hand.

However, what shocked Qiao Ruotan was not the wedding scene painted by Lan Xiaoya, but what shocked him was that there was a deep bloodstain on the neck of the bride drawn by Lan Xiaoya!
Did Xiaoya remember anything?

Turning her head to look, she met Lan Xiaoya's eyes. She didn't know when to turn her head.

At this moment, Qiao Ruotan's scalp felt numb as if an electric current was flowing through it.

Looking at each other, Qiao Ruotan couldn't help swallowing, she always felt that this painting had something to do with Lan Chenxi's death, and Lan Xiaoya's eyes just now were clearly questioning why he didn't save Lan Chenxi.

His eyes turned slightly, and when he was about to say something, a voice came from downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the studio was pushed open again, and it was Qiao Yian.

"Tan'er!" Joey said slowly, "There is a phone call from the prison for you, saying that Ye Baihe was hospitalized with acute appendicitis and asked if we want to go and have a look?"

"Acute appendicitis?" Qiao Ruotan straightened up, not daring to look into Lan Xiaoya's eyes, but looked at Qiao Yian and asked, "When did it happen?"

"They said it was the phone call this morning. They called Ye Yun, but no one answered, so they called us. I thought Ye Yun had at least helped Qiao's family. She didn't want to face Ye Yun. Lily, why don't we help with the cooking?"

Qiao Ruotan frowned slightly, feeling a little irritable for a while, she still didn't want to see Ye Baihe again.