Fast-Crossing Big Boss: Blackening Lord God is Paranoid and Sick

Chapter 92 The squeamish young lady VS the arrogant gangster (29)

Wen Yu's expression did not change, and he agreed.

"it is good."

Afterwards, the two went to the physical examination center for a set of full-body examinations.

After waiting for half an hour, the test results came out.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu's physical condition was much better than she expected, except for some anemia, there was nothing serious.

And Luo Yi's body has only experienced that car accident since she was a child, and she has been rested in the hospital for three months, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Wen Yu took her inspection report and looked at it carefully, his eyes flicked over and over again, as if he wanted to print all the punctuation marks in his mind.

After a while, Wen Yumo's black eyes and pupils flashed darkly, he narrowed his eyes slightly, folded the inspection report and put it in his trouser pocket.

They skipped class all afternoon.

Wen Yu's skipping classes has become commonplace, and the school doesn't care.

But Luo Yi was different. The Luo family was worried that Luo Yi would go all the way to Nancheng to go to school. They were afraid that she would be bullied, so they specially greeted the head teacher. If there was any movement in Luo Yi at school, Yu Heng would always call the Luo family.

Now that she was absent from class for no reason, Yu Heng decided to tell the Luo family about it.

Luo Yi could even imagine herself going back to that bombing call.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help frowning, and sighed helplessly.

Hearing the movement, Wen Yu turned to look at her, unconsciously pinching her fingertips with his fingers beside him, his phoenix eyes were soft.

"what happened?"

Luo Yi sighed softly, remembered something, and turned to look at him.

"Wen Yu, don't you ask me why I became like this?"

Since she admitted her identity, except that Wen Yu was a little out of control at the beginning, he acted as if nothing had happened afterwards.

Luo Yi was so calm that she panicked...

Wen Yu stopped in his tracks, looked at her slightly sideways, there seemed to be a dark light in his ink pupils, and his voice passed through the air and entered Luo Yi's ears.

"Yiyi, as far as I am concerned, as long as you come back, it is already my greatest gift. As for why you came to this body, you can say whatever you want, and I won't force you."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yu hooked his lips into a smile, and his phoenix eyes shone brightly.

Luo Yi's eyes flickered, a smile flickered across his eyes, and he spoke in a clear and low voice.

"After I died that day, I didn't know why my soul left my body. I followed you to the hospital. I didn't fall into a coma until my parents took my body back and buried it."

Wen Yu's eyelashes trembled almost invisibly, his brows and eyes drooped, his expression was unclear.

"When I woke up again, it was already three months ago. Luo Yi from the Luo family in Lucheng who had the same name and surname as me died in a car accident. I took her place and stayed in the hospital for three months."

The cool breeze blew away the heat of the world.

Luo Yi stared at Wen Yu in front of him, trying to see other emotions from his flirtatious phoenix eyes, but he kept his eyes slightly closed, and there was no notification sound from the system that the value of evil thoughts increased or decreased.

She was not sure what Wen Yu was thinking now, she frowned slightly, paused, and continued to speak.

"After you were discharged from the hospital, I heard that you were transferred to Nancheng. After begging with the parents of this body for a long time, they agreed to let me come here."

"When I met you at the bar that day, it was my first day in Nancheng. I had already found out that you often go to that bar to drink, so I went there..."

What is said in the words is also true and false, and it is difficult to distinguish.

Wen Yu's slightly restrained pitch-black pupils vibrated, surging with turbulent waves, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, and the light blue blood vessels were clearly visible, running upwards along the veins.

It turned out that Yiyi had already returned back then...

Luo Yi slightly raised her head to look at him, her beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and her expression was a little depressed.

"I didn't reveal my identity before, just because I was afraid that you would treat me as a monster..."

Rebirth is a shocking event in a world that believes in science.

Wen Yu raised his eyes suddenly, took Luo Yi's hand, and his phoenix eyes flashed with eagerness.

"Yiyi, I won't!"

Wen Yu knew from an early age that he was not a normal person.

Facing Wen Zhinan's beatings and scolding when he was young, he never fought back, he could not bear it, thinking that one day he would make him pay the price with his own hands, see him in pain and embarrassment, and make him beg for mercy.

Escape and revenge were the driving force behind his survival when he was young.

At that time, the bottom of his heart was already rotten and twisted to the extreme.

It was Luo Yi who pulled him out of the deep mud and gave him a decent identity and a life of food and clothing.

To him, Luo Yi is no longer an ordinary benefactor, but someone he wants to protect all his life, and this is his belief.

As long as she can live, she can do anything, let alone occupying a dead body...

In his heart, he even envied this body, which carried Luo Yi's soul...

Luo Yi didn't know what Wen Yu was thinking, so she bent her lips.

"I know, I know you won't."

She could see that Wen Yu's friendship for her had indeed overcome the worldly concept.

As the sky gradually darkened, the phone in Luo Yi's bag vibrated, and she picked it up to have a look.

——Uncle Wang.

connected.

Wang Xiong's eager voice came, revealing roughness.

"Miss, where are you? Madame told me to pick you up."

Luo Yi's heart sank slightly.

It seems that they already know about her skipping class...

Luo Yi said helplessly, "Uncle Wang, I'll go back by myself later."

After speaking, before Wang Xiong could speak, Luo Yi hung up the phone suddenly.

Wen Yu heard their conversation clearly, his expression was slightly gloomy, he tightly held Luo Yi's hand, and his phoenix eyes were filled with coldness.

Luo Yi raised her eyes to look at him, with a trace of apology on her face.

"Wen Yu, I have to go back first."

"I send you."

Luo Yi waved her hand and shook her head.

"No, it's getting late now, you go back and rest first, we'll see you tomorrow."

Wang Xiong is a dead-headed person, and he is extremely sincere to the Luo family.

Wen Yuruo sent her back, and if he saw her, she might not be able to stay in Nancheng anymore.

Wen Yu's eyes were gloomy, he nodded slightly, let go of her hand, hummed lightly, and looked normal.

Luo Yi felt a little flustered in her heart, and after confirming again and again that Wen Yu was not angry, she got in the car and left.

Wen Yu stood at the entrance of the hospital, watching the taxi drift away until it disappeared.

The softness in the eyes was gradually covered by the cold air, the corners of the lips were flattened, and they were slightly pursed, looking in a bad mood.

In the next second, Wen Yu walked towards the motorcycle parked beside him, straddled his long legs, frowned, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and put it in his mouth. He was both ruffian and handsome, but the hand that took out the lighter stopped.

Thinking of something, he drooped his brows and eyes, took off the cigarette dangling from his lips with his slender fingers, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Immediately, with a kick on his toes, the locomotive roared away.

The wind blew up Wen Yu's black short sleeves, revealing a section of abdominal muscle, which was so white that it was shocking.

The eyes under the helmet were extremely cold, and the speed of the locomotive was extremely fast, as if no one was driving across the road.

His technique is very good, like a racing driver who has been immersed in the racing track for many years, the locomotive passed through the traffic without slowing down.

Typical desperate posture.

Seeing him like this, the owners of the cars next to him slowed down and made way for him.

(End of this chapter)