Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Chapter 70 Good Night

Chu Yan was silent for a long time, stretched out his arms to hug him, and said hoarsely: "Okay...but in this life, you can only be my person, and you will accompany me to the end."

He can't force too much, after all, he and Qiao have a good night in this life for decades, isn't it?

Qiao Wan'an looked at him with unprecedented gentle eyes, "Ayan, wish me a good dream."

At that moment, Chu Yan felt that they had returned to the pure and passionate love they had before. Chu Yan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and said softly, "Good night, sweet dreams."

Qiao Wan'an stood at the door, watching him disappear into the snow, there was no trace of tenderness in his cold expression.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Wanan walked to the end of the corridor. In the bathroom, he didn't turn on the light, but gently closed the door and locked it.

He's ready to take a comfortable, hot shower, and get a good night's sleep.

Joanne lay in the warm water, the warmth soaked into her skin, and even her blood became hot.

Duan Xiaohua once persuaded him: Bai Jinzhou risked his life for him to let him live well, and hoped that he would stop thinking about giving up on himself.

He thought, he really did his best.

These days, he always tried his best to pretend to live like a normal person. Only he knew that he had gone crazy long ago.

From the moment the boat sank, he, the boatman, should have sunk along with it.

The water level gradually rose, mixed with the warm blood in his body, mixed with decay and death, and bestowed on him a peaceful night's sleep.

Bright red splashes on the smooth floor, blooming magnificently under the moon.

There is a layer of snow on the window sill, and along with the thin lines, it grows and climbs along the window to form a thin snow mist. The night wind blows suddenly, unexpectedly gentle.

The moon moves slowly, and the white light evenly spreads the soft halo.

Bright, proud, unattainable.

Goodnight Joe reached out, trying to reach the moon.

He shook his hand, but there was nothing.

Consciousness collapsed in the warm current, but he remembered an extremely beautiful scene, but it was also the beginning of his step into the abyss.

"Good night? A very gentle name."

"Hi, my name is Chu Yan," he said, "Can you give me a chance to approach you?"

……

Chu Yan, I forgive you.

If there is an afterlife, I only hope that the next life will not be seen. I will find my moon and protect another person.

That person, I owe him a lot... I can't repay him in my life...

He lowered his hands weakly, closed his eyes, and there was a peaceful and quiet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, free...

He sank into the silent night, fell asleep peacefully, and never woke up again.

Before dawn, Chu Yan called the stylist who lived in the next room to take care of the styling. When the styling was done, Chu Yan couldn't wait to put on the dress.

He went back and forth in front of the mirror a hundred and eighty times, for fear that if he got wrinkled or folded, Qiao Wanwan would think he was ugly.

Du Yinyuan came to pick him up from the hotel, and seeing him like this, he understood that he was in a hurry, so he didn't say much, and just gave him a coat to wear outside.

They rushed to the villa with the stylist. Chu Yan guessed that Qiao Wan'an might not be awake yet, but this did not prevent him from eagerly wanting to see him.

After getting off the car, Chu Yan rushed into the villa, but stepped lightly when entering the door, he didn't want to wake him up.

Chu Yan went upstairs with excitement and apprehension. He opened Qiao Wan's room, but he didn't see anyone else.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered that Qiao Wan'an's shoes were still in the shoe cabinet, and he regained his composure for a moment, dispelling the idea that he would run away.

He promised to marry him, and Qiao Wan'an would not lie to him.

He looked around and saw that the bathroom door was closed, Chu Yan chuckled, but before he reached the bathroom door, his expression suddenly changed.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, Chu Yan was swallowed by endless panic, and he kicked the door open.

Thick blood rushed towards his face, but Chu Yan had long since neglected other things, and the scene in front of him drained all his energy in an instant.

Du Yinyuan and the stylist followed upstairs, and saw Chu Yan knelt down in front of the bathroom door.

The floor in the bathroom was stained with blood that was about to dry up. In the blood-red bathtub, Goodnight, Qiao closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The stylist had never seen such a scene before, he backed away in fright, he was about to run away.

But I saw the well-dressed man who woke up before dawn in the hotel crawled to the bathroom in embarrassment, and picked up the man who had lost his life from the icy cold water.

He didn't seem to know that this person was dead, but he naturally wiped the blood from his face, revealing the scarred face.

The stylist was already scared to death, but Chu Yan was still calm.

He said softly to the person in his arms: "An'an, get up quickly, don't sleep...I'm here to pick you up, let's get married..."

"I haven't been here for a while, why did you get so dirty?"

He picked him up and was going to change him into clean clothes.

He didn't react excessively, and his face was full of happiness, just like when he came.

The stylist was not so scared anymore, but somehow felt his eyes a little sore, he couldn't help but want to remind, "Sir..."

Du Yinyuan restrained him, and shook his head slightly at him.

Chu Yan looked over, and the stylist quickly changed his words and said, "Does he need to take care of his hair?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something stupid. Everyone is dead, so what else should he do?

Chu Yan said, "Later."

Chu Yan washed the blood off his body and changed him into a clean dress. When he saw the deep mark on his wrist, Chu Yan's heart trembled violently, but he quickly calmed down again and brought him Medicinal wine applied medicine to him and wrapped him with several layers of gauze, as if afraid of hurting him, Chu Yan's movements were very gentle.

The stylist was originally unwilling to give Qiao Wan'an a style, but under the supervision of Du Yinyuan and Chu Yan, he had to bite the bullet and do it.

However, in fact, when he put into work, he actually felt an unexpected calmness. Looking at Qiao Wan'an's face carefully, he felt regretful in his heart. Such a beautiful face, but...

Neither of the two said a word. Seeing Chu Yan tie a tie for Qiao Wan'an and carry him into the car, he said, "Let's go."

Along the way, Chu Yan hugged Qiao Wanan and rubbed his cold hands, as if trying to warm him up.

The corner of his mouth was smiling, but his eyes seemed to be bleeding.

Considering that it was winter, Chu Yan deliberately moved the wedding scene indoors for fear of freezing Qiao's evening.

The site layout is elaborate and gorgeous, with purple lights flashing, making the whole hall more romantic and mysterious. The white silk ribbons and silk flowers are piled up like smoke, which looks sacred and solemn.

The guests in the seats whispered greetings to each other. They were all curious about what kind of stunning person Chu Yan's fiancée was who had been protecting her so tightly.

The host on the stage stepped forward to give a speech, and the audience fell silent.

Immediately afterwards, the host finished his speech and invited the two grooms to enter.

The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and a man stepped out from behind the curtain.

No, it should be two people.

A handsome Chu Yan in a high-tailored dress, and...a pale young man in a wheelchair in front of him, and that young man was not as beautiful as they had guessed before. It's nothing to do with it.

Mottled with knife marks all over his face, he was hideous and terrifying. Even under the dim light, his face was terribly pale.

Some female guests even cried out in fright.

Although the host was also taken aback, no one told him that one of the newcomers was in a wheelchair before, but his professionalism made him calm down quickly, and he immediately told everyone to be calm.

Then he introduced a couple of newcomers one by one. When he walked past Qiao Wanan, he found that this person seemed unconscious, his face was stiff and pale, and he didn't look like a living person at all. The host couldn't help but feel a little scared. This scene was simply too weird .

Since both of them did not have their parents, the parents' speeches were omitted in the middle.

Chu Yan took the microphone directly, knelt down in front of Qiao Wan'an, and looked at him affectionately, "An'an, I know that I have done many wrong things in the past, and I always let you down, so that you can't believe me anymore gone."

"But I still want to say, I'm sorry, I couldn't see my heart clearly, I was an asshole... I really want to make up for it, I want to treat you well, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"An'an, I love you."

"You used to say that you want me to give you a wedding, and you have to stand beside me as your other half," Chu Yan said, "Now I have done it, so, can you look at me again... "

Chu Yan's words didn't sound like a confession, but rather a confession.

At this time, the audience finally realized that something was wrong. Some people started to be restless, some people started to speculate, and even the host's expression changed.

Chu Yan ignored the others, put down the microphone, held Qiao Wan'an's cold hand, and put on the ring for him with great care, but his expression seemed to have been greatly wronged, "You clearly said that you forgive me."

The wheelchair slid slightly on the stage, and Qiao Wan'an's body wobbled and fell down from above, limp and weak, Chu Yan quickly hugged him.

The audience suddenly exploded, some were running and screaming, and some hurriedly pulled out their mobile phones to call the police. Who would have thought that Chu Yan would be so crazy that he would marry the dead.

The lights on the stage were dim, and Chu Yan hugged his temperatureless body tightly. With red eyes, he tremblingly touched Qiao Wan'an's bloodless lips, as if smiling, but his throat was hoarse and choked, "An'an... ...we're finally, finally married."

But the person in his arms will never respond to him.

"An'an, why don't you talk?" Chu Yan eagerly held his face, "Wake up, please? Don't sleep..."

Chu Yan buried her head and leaned against him. The owner of this body was still alive and standing in front of him yesterday, telling him that he forgave him, and he also said that he would spend the rest of his life with him.

Now he is breathless, his limbs are stiff, he is close to his heart, he wants to listen to his heartbeat, but there is nothing.

He forgot... Qiao Wan'an's heart had died a long time ago, and he had been deceiving himself and others from the beginning to the end.

"An'an, you lied to me..."

He finally broke down and broke down in tears, "Why...why did you do this to me..."

"I'm sorry... I really, really know I was wrong... Please wake up, don't leave me..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"What should I do? An'an, what do you want me to do?" Chu Yan mourned, "Please don't punish me like this...I really can't take it anymore, it hurts..."

The city's snow cycles year after year, but Qiao Wan's life stays forever in the winter of his 26 years old.