Black suit, white shirt, very simple tone, but he wore the temperament of elegant Qinglian. If there was no change in his handsome face, even the radian of his lips laughing was warm, but the clear eyes no longer exist. Instead, the deep black abyss.

Seeing her, Du Xiaoran didn't seem surprised at all. Holding her, he saw her staring at himself. His warm smile deepened: "peace, long time no see."

Luo Anning returned to his mind. After being surprised, he smiled, "Xiao ran, I didn't expect to see you in s city. Indeed, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Du Xiaoran opened his arms and looked like water. "Do you want a long lost hug?"

"Of course." Luo Anning gave him a generous hug. After many years, the original love had dissipated cleanly and replaced by friendship like old friends for many years.

The years he accompanied him through, although amazing, did not warm the rest of his life.

Now, her happiness is given by Rongyan. To Du Xiaoran, her heart is like water.

"Come to dinner alone?" After a short hug, Du Xiaoran released her and asked tentatively.

"No, a dinner party."

Du Xiaoran nodded to show his understanding. Luo Anning looked at his more unpredictable eyes than before. He wanted to ask, but he robbed him: "me too. Anning..."

Before Du Xiaoran finished, he was interrupted by his subordinates who came out to find peace: "president, are you okay? I almost thought something had happened to you after not coming back for so long."

"I'm fine. I'll go in in a minute. You eat first."

"OK, I'll go first and report peace to you." The subordinate joked and went back to the private room.

Seeing off his subordinates, Luo Anning's eyes fell back on Du Xiaoran's face, "Xiaoran, what did you want to tell me just now?"

Du Xiaoran smiled: "nothing. It seems you're doing well. I'll stay in s city for a few days. Can I have dinner together when I have time? Just... Talk about the past among friends..."

As if worried that she wouldn't agree, he added the last sentence.

How could he not understand his mind?

"Of course."

Du Xiaoran reached out and rubbed her head with a smile: "well, go and be busy."

"You too." After taking a few steps, Luo Anning suddenly turned around and looked at him who was still standing in place: "Xiao ran, are you on a mission this time?"

She didn't forget that he is now the little Lord of the bloody Empire and is bound to inherit the killer left by his father in the future.

"No." Du Xiaoran approached her, bowed his head and deeply coagulated her porcelain like white flawless skin: "I'm not here to kill, but simply want to come to s city."

Luo Anning took a sigh of relief, took his hand, shook it hard, and his eyes were clear and bright: "that's good. Xiao ran, anyway, I hope you're good."

Until Luo Anning disappeared in sight, Du Xiaoran lowered his head and raised the hand she held. It seemed that the residual temperature in her soft palm remained on it for a long time.

"Xiao, what's the matter with you?"

A beautiful female voice sounded behind him. He put away all the emotions on his face, turned calmly, looked at the dignified and elegant woman, frowned a little, and finally only coldly left two words, "let's go."

The woman looked in the direction he had just faced, and finally went out with him. He took a big step and didn't worry about whether she could keep up.

The woman was sad, but she still smiled and followed him quickly.