C353 It Was Really Her!
C353 It Was Really Her!
Lu Yiran!
Why would Lu Yiran appear here!
Han Zhiyu raised her head. Her eyes were wide open, and that broad back was right in front of her. No wonder the first time she saw it, she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Her heart suddenly jumped to her throat. Han Zhiyu felt as if there was an invisible hand stuck in her throat in the air.
She could not breathe, nor could she make any sound.
Her mind went blank and her hands could not help but tremble.
The two people in front of her were still focusing on their conversation and did not notice the unusual Han Zhiyu not far away.
She tried her best to calm herself down and Han Zhiyu desperately moved her feet, wanting to get away from this suffocating place.
There was only one thought in her mind right now, and that was to escape!
The farther the better!
Perhaps it was the effect of the strong will in her heart, Han Zhiyu's stiff feet finally took the first step. In her joy, she did not care if the person behind her would notice and quickly escaped.
She placed the flower tea on the living room and did not dare to stay a step and directly rushed towards the door.
"Aiyo. "
She hurriedly ran forward and bumped into a maid who had just entered the door. After hastily making a string of "sorry," she turned around and ran out.
Han Zhiyu's heart was still beating like a drum even after she got into the car. She nervously bit her finger and looked at the car anxiously, afraid that Lu Yiran would catch up to her.
She originally thought that during this period of time in Paris, she had completely forgotten about Lu Yiran.
But she did not think that she was too naive. Just seeing his back and hearing his voice was enough to make her panic.
No, she had to run!
She absolutely couldn't let Lu Yiran discover her!
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In the garden of the villa, Feng Xueqing fiddled with the flowers in the vase on the table and said to Lu Yiran, "You, how can you not tell me such a big thing? And you kept it from me for so long? If it wasn't for the fact that I called you two days ago about the blind date, Are you planning to keep it from me?"
Lu Yiran looked down. He neither answered yes nor no.
"Well, since it has already happened, there is no need to blame you anymore. " Feng Xueqing sighed and looked at Lu Yiran. "Don't stand there. Come and sit. "
Lu Yiran heard her and took a long step forward to sit across from her.
"You suddenly returned to Paris this time. Did you find out that she is here?" There was a trace of worry in Feng Xueqing's voice.
"It is possible. I am not sure yet. " Lu Yiran answered honestly.
Feng Xueqing heard the uncertainty in his tone and saw his haggard face. A trace of heartache flashed across her heart.
Her son had always been proud. She had never seen him so depressed before.
But after thinking about it, she felt a trace of relief. After all, the son who once only cared about work at this moment actually cared so much about a woman. It could be seen how important the "Mrs Lu" in his heart was.
"Don't worry. We will find her eventually. "Feng Xueqing patted the back of his hand on the table to comfort him.
"Ok. " Lu Yiran nodded.
" You just came back. You must be very tired. Drink some flower tea first to get tired. " Feng Xueqing looked at the shadow in front of him and turned her head to call out, "Little Yu?"
That previously delicate figure did not appear. Feng Xueqing's delicate brows wrinkled slightly and called out two more times.
But she saw a maid run over and ask: "My person, what orders do you have?"
"Isn't Little Yu supposed to send me flower tea? Where is she?"
"She ran out just now. "
" She ran out? "
"The maid looked up. It was the person who had been knocked down. "When I just entered, I saw her place the flower tea on the coffee table in the restaurant. She ran out with a pale face. "
This maid had always disliked Han Zhiyu getting favoured in front of Feng Xueqing. She had been working in the villa for a few years. Why would she be snatched away by this woman who descended from the sky?
So she wanted to use this opportunity to let Han Zhiyu leave the bad influence of leaving her post without permission in front of Feng Xueqing.
"You said her complexion is not good?" Feng Xueqing's voice was somewhat nervous.
Seeing that she did not scold, the maid replied somewhat unwillingly. "That's right. She looked like she saw a ghost. She rushed out without even looking at the road and knocked me to the ground. I, Han Zhiyu, am too rude this time. "
Just as the maid finished speaking, she heard a low voice from the side, "What did you say just now?!"
She turned her head and saw Lu Yiran staring at her with a pair of deep black eyes. Although he did not show any emotion on his face, the hand that was placed on the table unconsciously clenched into a fist.
She often heard people talking about this reserved young master's temper, so she was quite clear about it.
Although his people were not often in Paris, they had very high requirements for the people around Feng Xueqing. They were not allowed to neglect their work and affect Feng Xueqing.
"Young Master, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can pull Han Zhiyu over to confront her. I. . . " The maid thought that Lu Yiran didn't believe her and explained excitedly.
She did not expect Lu Yiran to suddenly stand up from his seat. The latter half of her sentence was stuck in her throat in shock.
"What's wrong, Yiran?" Feng Xueqing also noticed his unusual actions.
"Where is she now?" Lu Yiran's voice was as usual, but his slightly trembling fists revealed his emotions.
The maid came back to her senses and shook her head blankly. "I, I don't know. After she bumped into me, she immediately ran out. . . "
"Mom, where does she live?"
Lu Yiran turned to look at Feng Xueqing. His tired look was gone. The light in his eyes was lit up again.
"Who is it?" Feng Xueqing was a little stunned.
"Han Zhiyu. "
Lu Yiran's thin lips opened and closed as he spat out these three words. His voice also unconsciously trembled.
Feng Xueqing did not understand why he wanted to find Han Zhiyu and also did not know how the two of them knew each other. But seeing the determination in Lu Yiran's eyes, she also said Han Zhiyu's address.
After Lu Yiran heard it, he did not have time to explain too much to Feng Xueqing. After saying "I have something to do first," he turned around and left. His usually calm footsteps also sped up.
There was only one thought in his mind now.
He finally found Han Zhiyu. He found the woman that made his mind think.
He wanted to bring her back and bring her back to his side.
He would not let her leave him again!
Han Zhiyu, wait for me!
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