Chapter 274

The simile didn't want to kiss, but turned his head and held out his hand to press his face.

The hand accidentally bumped into something on the bedside table.

Something fell to the ground.

Half asleep and half awake, he turned over and went on sleeping.

Lu Yan smiles and withdraws from her body to see that what fell on the ground is a recording pen. He bends down, squats down and picks up the pen. When he is ready to put it back on the head of the bed, the recording pen automatically starts to play.

First, the voice of words.

Lu Yan's black eyes were faint. Because he heard the voice of the metaphor, his hand naturally stopped. After the voice of the metaphor, Xu Yingxia's voice followed.

Lu Yan's eyebrows and eyes were frozen, but the light in his black eyes gradually disappeared with the sound, leaving only endless darkness. Xu Yingxia's voice was ironic: "yes, I instigated Zhao Dong, but no matter who was behind the scenes, Zhao Dong did it, and Zhao Dong is your brother, that is, your brother hurt your best friend. It's a metaphor that you should feel very guilty. An orphan like you, you are eager for family love, but it's a pity that you are reasonable now It's a dilemma

Lu Yan tightened the outline of his handsome face, and his eyebrows were covered with ice and snow.

Zhao Dong driven by Xia? Just because she doesn't like metaphor, she even has to start with her friends around her, doesn't she?

The recording is still playing.

Lu Yan thought that his heart would not vibrate much more until he heard Xia Xia smile and say softly: "you know I'm not really Xia Xia..." This sentence, like a heavy hammer, hit Lu Yan's chest wall, making people feel the roar of his ears. Before he could react, the blue tendons in his forehead burst up, and the nerves in his mind seemed to be suddenly grasped in the palm of his hand, twined into a ball, and burst into pain in all four limbs.

His expression was stiff for a moment, and his eyes were as dark as night.

Xu Yingxia said that she is not really Xia Xia. What does this mean?

When Yu Yu hears her and Xu Yingxia's voice suddenly in the quiet bedroom, her original sleepiness suddenly dissipates. When she opened her eyes, the mist under her eyes dispersed little by little, her eyelashes were long and thick, and she moved back and forth gently. Her first reaction was to grab back the recorder in Lu Yan's hand. After a delay, her hand stopped. She slowly folded her fingers, quietly opened her eyes and listened to the voice pouring down from her head.

A heart in her chest beat faster and faster, again and again.

Say she's selfish or she's scheming.

This kind of coincidence just solved her hesitation. She was originally considering whether to expose some of Xu Yingxia's features in front of Lu Yan, but there were some unexplained reasons that kept her struggling

She didn't turn around to see Lu Yan's reaction. All she could feel was the silence of the room, like death. But Lu Yan didn't know what she was thinking, so she played the short conversation between Yu Yu and Xu Yingxia again.

No one spoke, breaking the stagnant silence of the room.

She can't help but gently flap her eyelashes. Then, after a long time, she hears the sound of Lu Yan's button to turn off the recorder, followed by Lu Yan's voice as if immersed in the deep pool of ice: "are you secretly recording it for me?"

This sentence, like a sharp sword, stabs the softest part in the heart of the metaphor.

Her heart is very painful, and her chest is also very painful. Her palms are in a cold sweat. She doesn't move, but slowly raises her lips with deep and shallow satire.

Lu Yan's first reaction was really to question her original intention rather than to pursue the truth of the matter.

The stone hanging from her heart dropped to the ground and made a huge noise, which made her ears roar. She thought that she hesitated to hand the recorder to Lu Yan, perhaps because she knew better than anyone in her heart that Lu Yan would not stand on her side. He was a smart man and should have known that Xu Yingxia was not a good person or a good girl, but he was willing to cheat himself and even sacrifice everything to maintain Xu Yingxia's apparent purity.

Yu Yu's chest heaved. She took a deep breath, turned around slowly, put her hand behind her, sat up from the bed, lifted her eyelids and looked at Lu Yan.

The first thing she saw was Lu Yan's chin and thin lips, which were almost straight. They were so thin that they were full of love. His lips had just kissed her, and now they became two sharp knives, scraping her heart. Yu Yu smiles and says faintly: "Lu Yan, if you want to think like this, I can't help it. I'm a lawyer. I'm used to recording. Recording is a good thing. For example, now, I can use your recording to find the murderer who hurt the north and the south. I can also use this recording to let the police investigate and arrest Xu Yingxia."

That little recording pen, in the palm of Lu Yan's hand, looks very fragile. It seems that if he is not careful, he will break it."Give me back the recorder. It's mine," he said

Lu Yan dropped his head, and the broken hair on his forehead was scattered. He was still wearing black pajamas, and he looked scattered and decadent. His eyes hidden in the black hair were dark.

He had a rolling Adam's apple. His long fingers were pale, and his knuckles were abrupt. His voice was so low that he seemed to squeeze out from the crack of his throat: "do you know that Xia Xia is not really Xu Yingxia, what do you mean?" The words slowly evoke a sneer. When she hears this question, her only remaining warmth to Lu Yan dissipates. She lifts the quilt and is about to get out of bed. She doesn't say anything but mocks herself in her heart. She is really sick. She turns her husband into an ex husband and picks up the garbage after three years. Last night, she even has some warmth to the garbage I like you very much.

She didn't even look at Lu Yan. Passing by Lu Yan, she grabbed the clothes hanging on the tail of her bed and went into the dressing room to change.

When he passed by Lu Yan again, he was tightly held by a hand with distinct bones. The man's strength increased little by little, and he felt a sharp pain, like the wrist bone was about to be crushed into powder.

He tried to break free, but only in exchange for the more imprisoned hand of the man. Her back was straight, her eyebrows were cold, she gritted her teeth, and she continued to work hard. Her skin was delicate, so she struggled a few times, and the skin on her wrist was burning, as if it had been broken.