Chapter 7:

I had to suppress the turbulent emotions inside, turned stiffly, came out from An Yang's bedroom, and then closed the door gently.

He didn't want to fight for himself, but he knew too much about An Yang and Su Zihang. They saw everything from acquaintance to love, and the relationship between the two was too much for anyone to get involved.

I dare not show my heart to An Yang, let alone make myself a sad laughingstock, I can only hold this feeling in my heart silently, let it rot, moldy in my heart, and gradually become like a tumor.

Luan Luo took a deep breath and slowly relieved the suffocating pain in her chest. Then she turned around and walked back to the bedroom, took out the suitcase and picked up the luggage.



At two in the afternoon, An Yang woke up and walked into the living room to find that An Luo was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The TV was replaying a ball game last night. An Luo's attention was not on the ball game, but he was hanging. Staring at the floor, his head little by little, apparently struggling with sleepiness.

Wu Anyang could not help but smile, came to him and patted his shoulder gently, "Xiao Luo, go to bed if you are sleepy."

Luan Luo suddenly awakened from a confused state, and smiled a little at the eyes of Shang Yang, flushed slightly, coughed, and said, "I ... don't sleep."

Wu Anyang asked, "How do you sleep on the sofa? I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

An An Luo touched her nose and said, "I'm afraid I missed the flight, so I didn't go back to the bedroom ..."

Looking at his awkward look, An Yang smiled slightly and shifted the topic: "Are the tickets booked?"

An Anlu nodded: "Well, it's the plane at 3:30 in the afternoon. What time is it?"

Wu Anyang looked down at his watch. "Two points."

Juan Anluo said, "Get ready, go to the airport."

Wu Anyang nodded, turned and walked to the bedroom. "I'll change my clothes, and you get the car."

An Anluo looked at his back and asked, "Would you like to call the driver?"

Tong Anyang waved her hand and said, "No, I'll drive."



Lu Anyang has good driving skills. After spending two years in Vancouver, he has been able to write down the road signs here, often driving out and not getting lost.

Looking at the building flashing out of the window, Anluo suddenly found himself still strange to the city.

Maybe because he is a nostalgic person, his hometown has always been the town where he grew up as a child. As for the city that he has lived for a long time and now settled in Vancouver, it is just a place for him to live, and he will not spend time Pay attention to the city's folk customs, architecture and transportation.

安 Unlike Anyang, in just two years, it was here like a fish.

Wu Anyang didn't like to play music while driving, and the car was very quiet. Being alone with him made An Luo flustered, and he turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Seeing his brother always facing his back, An Yang could not help asking: "What are you looking at?"

Luan Luo stiffened her back and said, "Nothing."

Wu Anyang didn't notice his abnormality, smiled, and said, "I want to stay a few more days this time back home. You don't need to worry about me, and you will return to Canada after you finish the work."