Chapter 400 Yan'an Cp Completed

An An stood in front of the sink and spun around. Her long black hair, rosy little face, and pink skirt rippled in a dazzling and charming arc around her white calves. The girl was as pretty as a flower of water. lotus.

He'll like it, right?

When will he come?

Coming soon?

She hadn't seen him for a long, long time.

Miss him so much.

An An sat on the edge of the bed, her heart beating like a drum. She quickly puffed her cheeks and felt a little aggrieved. She was in the hospital and he didn't even come to see her.

Maybe he's too busy.

She didn't call him these days because her cell phone was confiscated by her brother. He said he liked obedient girls and she would be very obedient.

At this time, there was a "knock, knock, knock" knock on the door. Someone was knocking on the door.

Lu Yan is here?

Lu Yan must be here!

An An quickly stood up and ran to open the door.

The ward door opened. It was not Lu Yan but Butler Ye.

"Hello, Miss An An." Butler Ye greeted politely.

"Hello, Steward Ye." An An called back, and her beautiful eyes like ice and snow looked behind him and into the corridor through Steward Ye.

nobody.

Lu Yan didn't come.

"Miss An'an, are you looking for Mr. Yan? Mr. Yan has something to do and won't come. Mr. Yan sent me here."

"Oh, Butler Ye, please come in."

In the ward, An An was sitting beside the bed. Butler Ye handed something in his hand to An An, "Miss An An, this is our Mr. Yan's wedding invitation."

Lu Yan’s wedding invitation.

An An's brain exploded with a "boom". She looked at the gilded red invitation in her hand with her slender feathers hanging down like butterfly wings. It said the groom Lu Yan, the bride... An Xi.

Her white and tender fingers clenched the wedding invitation tightly. She dug the invitation into pieces and dug her nails into her palms.

The little blood that had been cultivated in the past few days turned pale at this moment, as white as a piece of paper.

She raised her little head and looked at Butler Ye blankly. After a long time, she found her voice, "Why...what?"

"Miss An An, our Mr. Yan and An Xi were childhood sweethearts. Now that they are getting married, we naturally invite Miss An An to the wedding."

"No, it's not..." An An shook her little head and murmured absently, "That's not what I asked..."

What she asked was, why did he marry An Xi?

It shouldn't be like this.

He wouldn't do this to her.

Butler Ye looked at the girl's shocked look and said, "Miss An'an, Master Yan asked me to tell you something. You are too young. You can play for fun, but you can't take it seriously. You also have congenital leukemia. If I have a child with you, I am afraid that it will be passed on to the child. Now that Mr. Yan is getting married and has a wife, he will only have his wife in the future. I hope Miss An An will have some self-awareness and stop pestering him."

An An couldn't hear a single word of what Butler Ye was saying, but she seemed to hear every word clearly again.

He said he was just playing with her.

He said that she had congenital leukemia and he did not dare to have children with her.

He said that from now on he will only have his wife.

He said, stop pestering him...

An An didn't know how Butler Ye left. She sat on the bed, her whole body seemed to be pushed into an abyss, her hands and feet were cold.

She never thought that this would be the end of him and her, that he would stab her heart with his own hands.

it hurts.

She curled up in pain, but didn't shed a single tear.

…

An An was discharged from the hospital. She was very obedient. She ate, slept and went to school. The gold-plated wedding invitation was thrown into the trash can. She put the name Lu Yan out of her life.

But, she became very quiet.

Tang Mo'er often saw her sitting alone on the carpet with her knees in her arms. There was a large floor-to-ceiling window in front of her. She looked at the outside world through the mirror. She didn't know what she was looking at or thinking.

An An is often in a daze, and he stays in a daze all morning.

She still doesn't like to make friends, but the 18-year-old girl is blooming like rose petals, and she has attracted many famous men to stop and look at her.

Two months later, An An competed in a dance competition and won the gold medal.

The entire circle of celebrities in the imperial capital began to become restless, and those noble ladies began to inquire about An An's personal situation, wondering who she was married to.

That night, An An returned to the villa and fell into Tang Moer's arms.

Tang Moer smelled the smell of alcohol all over her body, "An'an, have you drank?"

An An half-squinted her eyes, and the girl's soft voice was broken and coquettish, "Well, I had two drinks with my classmates, sister-in-law, don't be angry..."

Tang Mo'er stretched out her little hand and rubbed An An's smooth hair. She was not angry, but just distressed.

At this time, a news item was playing on the TV in the living room, and the host said in fluent Chinese ---

I just got the news that Lu Yan, who was released on bail not long ago, the man who dominated all the docks in the imperial capital and made troubles, was involved in a gunfight last night. Unfortunately, a bullet penetrated his heart. He died on the spot after treatment failed...

Lu Yan is dead.

After this news was broadcast, there was no more Lu Yan in the world.

Tang Moer's clean pupils suddenly shrank and she looked at An An in her arms.

The black hair was messy and spread down, blocking An An's charming little face. She still looked drunk. She looked away from the TV and left Tang Mo'er's arms. "Sister-in-law, I...went back to the room."

An An went upstairs with unsteady steps and returned to her room.

Tang Moer went to the kitchen to cook the hangover soup in person and then sent it upstairs. She raised her little hand and knocked on the door, "An'an."

There was no sound inside.

An An didn't respond to her.

"Knock, knock," Tang Mo'er raised her hand and knocked on the door again, but there was still no sound inside.

Tang Moer suddenly felt very cold, as if a cold wind was blowing over her, which made her heart sink.

Her expression changed, and she suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Her delicate white hand put on the doorknob, and she opened the door directly.

The room was filled with a pungent smell of blood. On the soft big bed, An An was lying on it in a long dress. Her slender wrist was hanging feebly in the air. There was a bloody mouth on her wrist, and it was still dripping down. Dripping with blood.

An An, 18, committed suicide in her room.

There was a string of wind chimes hanging on the girl's princess bed, and a few wisps of cold wind blew in from the window. The tinkling sound was so joyful and sad that she didn't know the sorrow of the world.