Jian Yan sighed secretly, as if she had removed some burden in her heart. She pushed Luo Yanzhou's hand away and took a big step back, "To be honest, you can't, you can't do it either."

"Because I don't plan to fall in love again, and I and you are not suitable. You are still very young. When you graduate and work, you will find a suitable person and wish you happiness."

After Jian Yan finished speaking, she smiled politely, took the coffee cup and walked around to the driver's seat, and started the car home.

In an instant, she quickly cut off the mess and refused Luo Yanzhou.

Clean and neat.

Jian Yan ignored the expression of the man next to her and didn't want to figure out what he thought. She just felt that she was doing too well!

It should have been like this long ago, Jian Yan.

Is it better to have a relationship or a relationship? Isn't it good to concentrate on doing a career and make money?

She has no experience in love, and she makes this wish the most clearly. She can make friends with the opposite sex she pursues and talk about topics to death. She is talking about Jian Yan.

However, she never dreamed that how could a person like her fall into Cheng Huan well? The reason was that she was too young and did not see through the other party’s trap.

The past is unbearable to look back on, and it is a tears of sadness if you talk too much.

Cherish the present.

Back at the apartment, Jian Yan parked and turned off the engine.

Luo Yanzhou held his legs that were cast, limping around. When Jian Yan got out of the car, he blocked the door with a long arm, "If you give up after a few words, then I'm sorry for the past ten years of my crush on you, I'll chase you."

Jian Yan's stalemate remains motionless.

She couldn't move either. She couldn't kick the person in front of her, just one kick.

Jian Yan lowered her eyes lightly, "Young man, do you know your current situation? I am almost your landlord, right?"

Luo Yanzhou pursed his lips, "Do you want to drive me out?"

"Discard this idea and recover from it." Jian Yan pointed to the point, "By the way, don't harass me again. Life is long. I hope you can live healthy until you grow old, not...what is there any accident."

Her soft gaze gradually deepened, and gradually shivered with sharpness.

Luo Yanzhou looked at Jian Yan who turned to the apartment, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Jian Yan returned to the room, took a shower, lay on the bed and sent a message to Su Yimo, simple and direct - 'Do you know someone named Luo Yanzhou?'

Su Yimo has been abroad for so long, but the time difference is a bit the same as Jian Yan's place, so she quickly replied - "I don't know you, but you are?"

Then he called.

"Sister?" Su Yimo asked tentatively.

Because Jian Yan's newly changed number and WeChat, she didn't know about it in advance.

"Yes, it's me, this WeChat I used to use now. Amo, are you doing well recently? What are you busy with?" Jian Yan lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling boredly.

Su Yimo summarized the recent situation in two simple sentences, and always reported good news but not bad news. Then the topic went back to the key points, "What's wrong with you just asked? Who is this person?"

"No, it seems like I was an alumnus in the past. I seemed to be the same age as you. Do you have any impression of it?" Jian Yan was studying at an affiliated high school. For convenience, Su Yimo went to the junior high school next to her.

Su Yimo said, "No, but I can check it out."

Jian Yan subconsciously wanted to agree. After all, multiple people checked it, which also saved her from worrying. However, when she thought of the way Su Yimo used before, the creepy method, she bounced up, "No need!"

"It's really no need, he's just an irrelevant person!" She explained more.

Su Yimo laughed speechlessly, "...Sister, you are still the same. How are you doing recently? Are you uncle and aunt okay?"

When he asked about his parents, Jian Yan's fingers holding the phone were silenced.

Many things poured into my heart.

No matter how free and cheerful she is on weekdays, her mother's death has always been the most difficult wound to heal in her heart.

Su Yimo felt something was wrong, "Sister? Why don't you talk? What's happening at home..."

"No, nothing happened." Jian Yan forced herself to dispel the remnant thoughts in her mind, "My parents are all good. Really, Amo, I'll come and see you when there is a suitable opportunity."

It’s not that Jian Yan wanted to hide it from him.

It's really... Su Yimo is no longer the simple stupid brother she remembers. He has grown up and matured so much that he has far exceeded her imagination.

From the moment she went abroad, she and Cheng Huan were completely over.

Whether it was good or bad, the only thing she wanted to do now was to forget.

Maybe she should remember the hatred and find a way to avenge her mother, but how should she explain the car accident that killed Cheng Huan's father more than 20 years ago? When will the revenge be revenged? To a certain extent, she and Cheng Huan are both victims.
Chapter completed!