On the day we broke up, Mr. Chi was very hungry

Lan Xun, who was not asleep, naturally heard the sound, but did not open his eyes because he was not sure what happened and smelled something bad.

His breathing seemed very heavy...

Chi Yuhan frowned, holding Lu Yu's portrait in both hands, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Lu Yu's frozen smiling face, his eyes dark.

Lu Yu, Lu Yu, everyone is dead and you are still everywhere.

If Xunxun is asked to move in, would you be embarrassed to move in with him?

If you don't lead such a bully...can't you be more sensible? Don't bother me?

Lan Xun was lying on his side. He didn't hear any movement for a long time. He was a little tired after staying in the same sleeping position for a long time, so he moved his body slightly and turned over.

She still closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping soundly, but how could she escape the man's sharp gaze?

He stared closely at her slightly trembling eyelashes that betrayed her emotions, and said unexpectedly, "Are you awake?"

Lan Xun's eyelids twitched, he opened his eyes, hummed in confusion, and looked at the man beside the bed with sleepy eyes.

Meeting his downward gaze, she was slightly startled, and then slowly smiled, "Ahan..."

Chi Yuhan hummed, still holding something in one hand.

Lan Xun felt strange: "What are you holding?"

He stared at her and asked in a very soft voice: "I also want to ask, what is this?"

Facing his fixed and direct gaze, Lan Xun couldn't understand what he wanted to ask.

Unable to avoid his sight, I blushed: "What is it? I, I don't know, Ahan, what do you want to ask?"

"Xunxun, am I not qualified to ask you?"

He said another incomprehensible sentence, which made Lan Xun even more confused and confused.

Chi Yuhan stared at her, and the ends of his eyes gradually turned red.

In the room where she slept in the road house, there was a portrait of her ex-husband. He might not be qualified to ask.

But this was in his home, and the portrait of his ex-husband was openly placed beside their bedside. What was the purpose?

Does it mean that she misses her ex-husband that much? Wherever you go, take his portrait with you?

I knew that Xunxun had a road encounter in his heart, but I didn’t expect that it would be so profound?

Although he passed away, she would never forget him? Will he always live in her heart?

Chi Yuhan was in a state of despair. He lowered his wrist vertically and showed the front of the thing to Lan Xun, "Why is he in our room?"

Lu Yu's smiling portrait came into view. Lan Xun's heart skipped a beat and he was instantly stunned——

Lu Yu’s portrait? !

What was he doing with his portrait in the middle of the night?

"Isn't it nice to see his portrait on the bedside table?" Chi Yuhan said with a mocking tone, but mixed with a deep smell of vinegar.

Lan Xun had just come back to his senses, but because of his words, he was stunned again, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

She didn't know why Lu Yu's portrait was on the bedside table. After thinking about it, it should be a masterpiece of children?

Recalling that at Lu Zhai, Shanshan held Lu Yu’s portrait and muttered to herself sadly.

Could it be that Shanshan also put this into her small bag when she moved here?

It must be so.

Regarding the death of her father, Tingting was more free and easy-going and would not put Lu Yu's portrait in her bag and take it with her. Because she felt that her father had gone to heaven, so she should not disturb him anymore.

On the first night after moving in, the two little guys started making noises and sleeping with her in their arms. The children also made trouble for her for a long time tonight, and even stayed in her room until she fell asleep before being taken out.

It must have been when the children entered the room that Shanshan brought in Lu Yu's portrait and put it on the bedside table without paying much attention to it...

By the way, I am also very careless. How can I turn a blind eye to such a large picture frame when it is placed on the bedside table?

"Ahan, I didn't put it here..." Lan Xunyong sat up and leaned against the bed, ready to explain.

Chi Yuhan was very irritable, but he didn't want to show his irritable emotions in front of her and vent them in front of her.

Xunxun's ability to move here and live with him was a precious opportunity that he had prayed for with great difficulty, and he really didn't want to cause any unpleasantness between the two of them because of this.

If she gets angry and proposes to move back to the road house, the two of them will be separated again. All the efforts he had made before that were in vain...

"I still have something to do, you go to bed first." Chi Yuhan exited the master bedroom and went back to the study to smoke. He held a glass of wine in his hand and stared out the window with red eyes.

He loves that woman so much that he wants to be jealous of a dead person?

There was a knocking sound on the door——

Chi Yuhan didn't respond. He didn't want Lan Xun to come in. He put out his cigarette, raised his head slightly, and drank the wine in one go.

Get up from the sofa and walk to the desk.

The strong smell of smoke and alcohol floated out from the crack in the door. Lan Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the door.

"Ahan..." she called softly and stood by the door.

"Well..." He responded quickly, but his eyes were looking at the computer screen and his fingers were tapping the keyboard.

"Listen to my explanation, that portrait..."

"That matter has been settled, don't mention it again."

"But, are you unhappy?" Lan Xun came over and gently put his hand on his shoulder, and used the other hand to stroke his frowning eyebrows as if to comfort him, "When you frown, I feel sad."

Soft fingers caressed the eyebrows, and the fragrant breath tantalized people's hearts. Chi Yuhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his cold handsome face became a little softer.

He seems to be easy to coax, but once she teases him, he loses his principles.

But in the next second, Lan Xun was held in his arms. Chi Yuhan held up her chin with one hand, lowered his head and pecked her lips, and asked with a deep breath, "Do you want to know what happened when I saw his portrait?" Thought?"

Lan Xun looked at the man above his face nervously, "Could it be possible that you think? I will have special feelings for him? Wherever I go, I will take his portrait with me?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that his position in your heart will be overtaken by him... I'm jealous that he can marry you, I'm jealous that he can get a marriage certificate with you, I'm jealous that he was once your legal husband!"

Chi Yuhan couldn't bear the grievance in his heart and spit it out in one breath.

He knew that he shouldn't let such emotions show, as it would make him appear stingy and cause misunderstanding to her. He still cared about her marriage to Lu Yu.

What he cares about is obviously her feelings for Lu Yu. Is it mixed with a trace of love?

"Ahan, Lu Yu is dead, you..." Lan Xun tried to persuade him, but was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"He is dead, but he lives in your heart!" Chi Yuhan's eyes were red with wet tears, revealing the jealousy and competition from a male physiological perspective.

Lan Xun was stunned, shocked by the clear tears in his eyes and his unspeakable pain.

Chi Yuhan felt sad in his heart, with a dull pain in his chest, and the surging waves of pain. He couldn't help but pour out, "He is good to you? I am not good to you, right? You will remember his kindness and what he has brought to you. It's wonderful, isn't it?

He is dead, but he seems to be everywhere.

His portrait is in our room. His greetings are in your phone. Every day you can receive his good morning and good night messages.

There are also the fireworks every year, the day he proposes to you, the fireworks that are set off every year to celebrate your agreement to his proposal and his confession of love for you... Xunxun, do you dare to say that you only have me in your heart and not him? "