Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

somewhere in the world.

Another cold winter night.

Goose feathers and heavy snow are flying, everything looks extraordinarily lonely and deserted, and the world outside the window is covered in a layer of white.

He was lying in the bone-chilling snow, his body severely hypothermic, and his empty black pupils looked at the dark night sky, letting flakes of snow hit his face.

The wound on his body left the root of the disease, and his physical condition was very bad.

At this time, there was a slight pain, which seemed to be a silent reminder of something.

He can't forget those memories, and he can't forget that person.

He lived in pain, and he wanted to be a bystander, hiding in the dark and watching his beloved girl.

My heart really hurts.

Memory sinks into fleeting memories.

Three years ago, he met an old monk, Nan Xian's master.

He said his name was Wuming, and he also learned that the old monk was the abbot who met the lady alone in the Lingfa Temple back then.

Unnamed Master: "Sponsor, cause is a fixed number, fate is a variable. According to the original trajectory of fate, you will not meet her, or even fall in love with her."

He didn't understand what he meant.

What do you mean I would never meet her, never fall in love with her...

That night, he dreamed of Lu Qianxun.

The next day he went to see Master Wuming again, and he said that everything in the dream was her life in another world.

In the dream, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl's eyebrows and eyes showed a silence and loneliness that did not match her age.

She is really like the snow on the mountain.

The road she walked was full of thorns, but she still enjoyed it.

But on that road, she was too lonely.

It is always the kind of indifference and indifference to people after numbness.

The girl in the dream was shattered in an instant, with no breath left.

Then seeing that man avenge her, in order to see her again, he would rather sacrifice himself...

With the words of the unknown master, all doubts have been answered at this moment.

The memory gradually came back, Huo Yan smiled bitterly, staggered to his feet from the snow, and returned to the villa.

The heating was turned on in the villa, which was very warm, but it still couldn't warm his already cold heart.

When we first met, the girl Dan always had an indifferent expression. She looked at everything indifferently and tiredly, and had a natural sense of alienation from the disturbing world around her.

His eyes always fall on her naturally.

Emotion comes first, and then it is hard to escape.

In the world of mortals, she can easily pull him into the game.

But she didn't know anything.

How pathetic.

He was nestled in the leather sofa, with business news playing on the opposite TV screen.

According to the latest reports:

Today, the heir of the Lu Group in S City, Huaguo was photographed entering and leaving the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of Gu's Hospital, accompanied by the person in charge of the Gongqi Group with an unconcealable smile on his face.

And it was accompanied by a dynamic picture of the latest Weibo of the person in charge of the Gongqi Group.

Fu Siming: "My wife is pregnant, but she hardly has morning sickness. Instead, I vomit in the dark. The doctor explained that I have the "pregnancy syndrome." ""

Immediately, this post became a trending search.

Netizens responded enthusiastically below, and even the most popular comments:

"As a medical student, I would like to give you a popular science about this "pregnancy syndrome".

This symptom is a phenomenon caused by psychological factors. If the man feels the joy of becoming a father psychologically, and feels that his pregnant wife is too hard, he will feel dizzy and vomit out of distress or want to share the pain of the other party. symptom.

In short, Mr. Fu loves his wife too much. "

"After listening to the explanation above, I just want to say what kind of fairy love is this?! It's so easy to drink (???`?). I thought the two of them were a business marriage, and there was no relationship. I didn't expect...it was I'm superficial!"

"Please God give me such a good man, thank you!!!?(?^o^?)?"

"Damn it, I didn't expect the famous Gong Qi ruler to be like this, unbelievable!"

Huo Yan's pupils froze, and his brain seemed to "buzz", falling into a silent roar.

The pain suppressed in his eyes made him look a little scary, and he buried his head in his hands in pain, unable to calm down for a long time.

She is pregnant...

He turned his head and looked at the lifelike oil painting of the first mate hanging on the gray and white wall.

The facial features of the girl in the painting are exquisite and bright, which is astonishingly beautiful.

He didn't know when he returned to the room, the room was empty, only he slept here.

That night, he couldn't fall asleep, and he swallowed two sleeping pills to barely fall asleep.

He is dreaming.

In the dream, Lu Qianxun existed like a creator standing on the top of a pyramid. She was always overlooking and killing the ants.

And he is that ant.

As for the damage caused to the ants?Sorry, the Creator doesn't need to know, let alone the love of an ant.

He woke up from the dream, and before he knew it, his eyes were wet.

In the silence of the long night, he curled up on the bed, feeling an unstoppable heartache.

He came to the wine cabinet and began to pour wine non-stop.

Unknowingly, the sky gradually turned pale. He was sitting by the wine cabinet, and the floor was full of empty wine bottles.

Dimly, he seemed to see his beloved girl, and he stretched out his hand towards her.

But across a long distance, memories shuttled in his mind, and the scenes of the past became clearer and clearer.

He was tortured by dreams every night and woke up empty and lonely.

He knows that he can never let go, never let go.

Tagore once said: "The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a bird and a fish. One soars into the sky, while the other dives deep into the sea."

In the world of Huo Yan and Lu Qianxun, Lu Qianxun is a bird and Huo Yan is a fish.

Lu Qianxun, I love you.

Not just when it didn't happen, not just when you looked at someone else.

Not just now, not just in the future.

I have so many unspoken words for you.

God, please, in the next life... can I let her see me.

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Time flies, and eight years have passed.

In September, the heat has not subsided.

He returned to S City in Huaguo, and drove to the gate of Nansheng Academy.

It's time for school to end.

A group of children walked out of the school gate, among them the most dazzling, you can see it at a glance.

It was a handsome and clear boy around seven or eight years old holding a delicate and well-behaved girl around four or five years old.

Looking at the girl's pink and jade-carved little face, his breath became stagnant.

Like her, really like her...

The next day.

He climbed over the wall and entered Nansheng Academy.

Kindergarten Department.

in the gazebo.

The little girl was propping up the stone table, resting her chin on her two little hands, her black and white juvenile eyes were pure and harmless, and she said softly, "Brother, I don't like this place, the boys in the class are so annoying, they always come here Bother me."

"Sister, just ignore them." The boy Jianmei Xuanyu, his eyes darkened for a moment, and his brows and eyes were tinged with tenderness, reached out and rubbed the girl's little head, "Don't tell Dad about this."

The little girl was puzzled and asked curiously, "Brother, why can't you tell Dad?"

The boy paused when he heard the words, "Xingyue, listen to brother."

Lu Xingyue nodded meekly, "Okay, I promise my brother, I won't tell my father."

"By the way, my brother's school time will be delayed. You come to look for my brother, do you remember the way?"

"Brother, Xingyue is very smart, so she never forgot her way."

The boy took his sister's little hand and sent her back to the classroom. He stayed by the window for a while.

Seeing that the little boys in the classroom were almost all surrounded by my sister, my eyes gradually turned cold.

If Dad saw this scene, he couldn't imagine what horrible scenes would happen.

That's right, his father's name is Fu Siming, his mother's name is Lu Qianxun, his sister's name is Lu Xingyue, and his name is Lu Xingchen.

Don't ask him and his sister why they don't take their father's last name.

Because my father is from the Lu family.

Another reason is that Dad doesn't like his last name.

After school, Lu Xingyue quickly put on her small schoolbag and left the classroom.

She bumped into someone around a corner.

Unexpectedly, she did not fall to the ground, but was firmly hugged by the man.

Time seemed to stand still for a long time, and the man did not let go of the girl.

Lu Xingyue looked into the man's gray eyes, and said softly, "Uncle, I'm fine, can you let me down?"

Only then did the man come back to his senses, hesitating for two seconds, then gently put the girl on the ground, he squatted down slowly, and looked at her eye level.

He couldn't look away, it really looked like her, except for the eyebrows.

His voice was low and gentle: "What's your name?"

Lu Xingyue tilted her head, and said politely, "Uncle, my name is Lu Xingyue."

"You and your mother look alike."

Hearing this, Lu Xingyue's eyes sparkled, "Uncle, do you know my mother?"

The man just nodded, his eyes gradually turned red as he stared at her, "How old are you?"

Lu Xingyue blinked and replied, "Five years old."

The man slightly bent his lips, took out a blue crystal brooch from his pocket, held it in front of the girl, his dark eyes sparkled, "This is for you."

This brooch is a Venus blue crystal that he asked a craftsman to customize.

"I'm sorry, Uncle, I can't take this." Lu Xingyue waved her small hand and refused, "Mom and Dad said that you can't accept other people's things at will."

The light refracted from the brooch in Huo Yan's hand hurt his eyes, and his pupils dimmed instantly.

"Uncle, I still have to go find my brother, goodbye."

After saying that, Lu Xingyue passed him and walked towards the elementary school.

He slowly got up, turned around and looked, his eyelashes fluttered, his chest tightened, and his eyes were jerky.

The figure of the little girl gradually faded away in his eyes until she disappeared.

Lu Qianxun, your daughter looks like you, but her personality is nothing like you...

Huo Yan looked at the sky that was now dyed red by the setting sun, and slightly parted his thin lips: "Lu Qianxun, how are you doing?"