Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

boom!

  Lu Yichen closed the office door.

  Liu Ke almost got her hands severed, but fortunately she shrank quickly.

  Unexpectedly, Lu Yichen would not eat hard and soft, it was like a stone in a dung pit.

  Liu Ke was aggrieved, but the office door suddenly opened. Before the others stood firm, Lu Yichen grabbed him with one hand and carried him into the office.

boom!

  The door is closed.

   "What did you just say?" Lu Yichen stood in the backlight, his narrow black eyes staring at him dangerously, and Jun Yi's perfect side face was cold.

   Liu Ke is keenly aware of the melancholy and gloom emanating from him, his back clings to the door of the room like a frightened grasshopper, unable to retreat.

   "I... I didn't say anything..."

   "You just said that Jiajia likes roses?"

  Lu Yichen's face was too gloomy. Although Liu Ke was muddled, he was not stupid. He didn't want to really explain it here.

   "Yes, yes." He put on a defensive posture, afraid not to answer.

  "How did you know?" Lu Yichen's face was dark, his voice was cold, Liu Ke looked dazed.

  "That...didn't that just accidentally entered her online disk last time?" Liu Ke smiled dryly, took two steps to the side, and pulled a distance from Lu Yichen.

  Lu Yi sat on the sofa with his elbows against his thighs, his body tilted forward slightly, his narrow eyes could not see his emotions, and the black suit made him feel a gloomy chill.

   Liu Ke saw that he was silent, so he leaned to the corner of the sofa and sat down. "I saw the password of Li Jia's network disk, ROSE0815. If a girl doesn't like Rose, she would not use this as her password."

  ROSE, translated as rose.

  Lu Yichen's palm was cold, and he held his forehead with one hand, and did not speak for a long time.

  The enchanting and beautiful red rose on the back of Jia Jia's hand was deeply imprinted in her mind.

  Jia Jia was calculated by Li Meiqi that after the car accident, her palm was penetrated, leaving an ugly scar after healed, he suggested that she tattoo a rose on the back of her hand.

Jiajia didn’t particularly like any kind of flower, but he had this rose on the back of his hand in his previous life. He didn’t know how it came from. Young girls like to follow the fashion. Sometimes, flowers that are innocuous and elegant on the arms are not a big deal. He didn’t. Ask the reason.

  Seeing her hand injured in this life, she naturally suggested Jiajiawen Rose.

  But now, he suddenly realized that he had never known Jiajia, regardless of his past and present.

  What did he miss in his previous life?

  Rose?

   "Lu Yichen, Rose will be lonely by herself. She likes you, so go with her..."

  Like a magic sound piercing his ears, he once felt that he was dead inexplicably.

  It turns out that many things have never changed in the past and this life, and the karma is unhappy.

  If, Rose’s identity is really her...

  Lu Yichen's face turned pale as paper.

  The atmosphere in the office is stagnant. Liu Ke is really living like a year. Why does he have a brain cramp and come to seek abuse?

   "Shao Lu? If it's okay, I will leave first?" Liu Ke asked tentatively.

  Lu Yichen is in a state of confusion at the moment, how can he care about him?

  Liu Ke stood up while touching the sofa, and opened and closed the door with his hands, until the door of the office was completely closed, he was relieved.

  The mission he came to today was a waste of water, but Lu Yichen's appearance just now was too scary, he did not dare to make fun of Xiaoming.

  A big, Li Jia just walked out of the door of the teaching building after a day of class, and saw a familiar figure standing not far outside the teaching building.

  The visitor wore a black shirt with a V-neck revealing a **** collarbone, thin red lips evoked a soft arc, long and narrow eyes soft as water, a slender figure stood aside, and the passing students looked sideways.

   What's more noticeable is that he held a large handful of red roses in his arms. The bright flowers exude an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere, which caused many girls to whisper.