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Lu Yiyao took two deep breaths and the situation became a little better.

The fog seemed to be getting thicker.

Life had brought him a pleasant surprise, but it had also brought him a heavy burden.

He pursed his cold lips, his thick eyebrows tightly knitted together. The deep look in his eyes became even more resolute.

Whatever problems the future offered him, he would definitely solve them one by one.

He would protect them, and he would defend them to the very end.

Including the people he loved.

His gaze inadvertently landed on the picture on the desk. He stared at the delicate and pretty girl with dark and gloomy eyes.

This mother who had only accompanied him for a hundred days since his birth was still alive. Yet, she didn't want to meet him?

He felt a tearing pain in his chest.

Lu Yiyao's frown deepened.

He shifted his gaze away and grabbed the mouse with his right hand. He tapped it lightly and opened the mailbox.

He tried to divert his attention, to divert the dull, unspeakable gloom into his work.

Perhaps what Jun Linchuan said to him today had made him feel infuriated, or perhaps what happened at the West River Crossroad that he had known before had upset him. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, it was impossible for him to keep his heart calm like water. No matter what, he could not calm down.

He opened the right-hand drawer and took out a box of cigarettes.

The gold-plated wind lighter flicked away. There were no flames, but the smoke was still burning. The scarlet smoke flickered.

Lu Yiyao was still sitting there, quietly smoking. He didn't open the window and just let the smoke fill up the empty space.

He slowly inhaled, his deep eyes somewhat unfocused. In his pupils, from time to time, a burning red dot would appear.

Lin Ange washed up and dried her hair before walking out.

She went to Lin Yanyan's room first.

This was the 16th floor, Lu Yiyao's apartment.

In this room, the furniture was very new and the decorations were very childish. It was obvious that Lu Yiyao had put in a lot of effort.

Lin Yanyan had fallen asleep and was breathing heavily.

On the bedside table, there was the present Jun Linchuan gave him today.

Lin Ange tucked Lin Yanyan in the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, taking the golden necklace.

In her dark pupils, a patch of bright yellow was reflected.

"Where did you see it?"

It looked familiar, but he just couldn't recall it.

Lin Ange lowered her head and furrowed her brows as she looked at the golden necklace. The pendant was a pure gold chain.

At the bottom, there were also three bells.

On the lock was carved the Golden Lotus of Golden Age. The petals of the lotus flower were holding an extravagant gold ingot. The words' fortune and longevity 'were carved on the gold ingot.

It was just a common golden lock, but its quality was slightly better than normal.

Why did Lu Jinhui's expression change when he saw this thing.

Does this thing have any 'secrets'?

She looked at it over and over again, her fingers stroking her belly.

This time, she discovered that this lock was not ordinary.

Its craftsmanship was exquisite, its craftsmanship was pure, and its craftsmanship was superb. It was not something that a normal craftsman could achieve.

Lin Ange suddenly felt the tip of her finger become sluggish. She paused for a moment before her gaze fell on the tip of her finger.

There were some words, but they were indistinct.

He stood up and prepared to get an enlarged mirror from Lu Yiyao.

Bang bang bang.

She knocked on the study door. No one answered.

"Hmm?"

Stunned for half a second, he opened the door.

"Cough, cough, cough …"

Before they even entered, Lin Ange started coughing violently from the strong smell of the smoke.

The door opened, and the air quickly flowed in.

Smoke curled up like ethereal immortal qi, like waves undulating up and down.

Lu Yiyao, who was still stunned, immediately put out the rest of the cigarette in his hand, stood up and quickly opened the window.

Lying in a crystal ashtray was a cigarette butt.

"Peace …"

"Lu Yiyao, you... "Cough, cough …"

Lin Ange looked at the cold and proud figure that was walking towards her. She covered her mouth and was still coughing. Her eyes were filled with fragmented starlight.

"An An, you should return to your room first …"

Lu Yiyao didn't dare to reach out to help her. He knew that he had a heavy smell of smoke on him.

"What's wrong with you? Where's Tang Yi? "

Lin Ange stood there unmoving, looking up at him with worry written all over her scarlet face.

How many cigarettes had he smoked in this room?

"He went back."

"They went back?" "Did you find anything?"

"The result of the examination is' I'm fine '. "An An, hurry up and leave, the smoke is too big here."

Lu Yiyao dotingly looked at her and said with some guilt.

"Hurry up and wash up. The smell of smoke is too strong …"

The strong smell of smoke made Lin Ange's breathing difficult and made her stomach feel uncomfortable. Ye Zichen covered his mouth and urged softly.

"Mm. Alright."

Lu Yiyao nodded, walked out, and closed the door.

Lin Ange choked on her cigarette and forgot about the magnifying glass. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of warm water.

When she returned to her bedroom, she intentionally smelled the sleeve of her pajamas. She felt that there was no smoke, so she lifted the quilt and lay down.

Perhaps it was because she was tired today and had fallen asleep soon after her head touched the pillow.

Lu Yiyao washed his hands and feet from head to toe three times before he walked out of the bathroom in relief.

After drying his hair, he entered the bedroom with ease.

The cold and desolate space of the past had become warm because of someone.

He untied the large towel from around his waist and slept beside Lin Ange.

Lin Ange, who was still in a daze, unconsciously called out to him.

"Lu Yiyao …"

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao laid down, stretched out his arms and held her in his arms.

This sleeping posture had already become a habit.

His cold lips landed on her forehead, and his heart skipped a beat.

Ever since their reunion, this sort of intimate action had happened countless times. However, every time was still the same as the first time. He was numb and unable to control his emotions.

The arm tightened around her.

"Lu Yiyao, don't mess around …"

Lin Ange only felt a big hand on her waist, hugging her tightly. She was very sleepy, too sleepy to open her eyes. His voice was lazy and slightly hoarse.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao didn't want to disturb her, but …

He leaned forward and lowered his eyes, staring at the half asleep Lin Ange.

His lazy posture filled him with interest. His heart felt like it was on fire, and his back was covered in a layer of sweat.

In the end, Lin Ange was awoken by his kiss.

"Lu Yiyao, you …"

Lin Ange opened her eyes and saw the scene before her. A layer of anger covered her pale face.

"An An, I want to …"2

Lu Yiyao put his hands on her body and looked at her with a burning gaze.

"Stop messing around, I'm so sleepy."

Lin Ange couldn't move, her curvy long eyelashes raised up as she glared at him fiercely.

"Peace …"

"Sleep."

Lin Ange pouted and closed her eyes.

She only thought that Lu Yiyao would stop if she 'refused' him like this. Unexpectedly, he kept descending …

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