Chapter 947

In his memory, he also has a sister.

But that person left his memory, in fact, has been very few.

Less than He didn't even remember her face.

He has also searched the Internet for Luo Zhiying's present appearance, but the women who are haunted by various negative affairs on the Internet are not very similar to the women in his memory as "elder sister".

He has a good memory since he was a child, but his impression of Luo Zhiying is very light.

When he grew up, Luo Juntian showed him the family photo he had been a child. He felt very strange.

From the age of seven to the age of fifteen, his memory is full of Ronan's hard work for him, and her kindness to him.

In his memory, he had only one sister.

But she died.

Sometimes he was angry that Ronan had died in a place he couldn't see. This anger was childish and ridiculous, but he was a little angry with Ronan Chu.

Angry she did not care he left, angry she left so small he and fruit in this strange world, angry she even did not give him the opportunity to say goodbye.

But he was more angry that Luo Juntian didn't take him to her funeral. He was angry that Fu Tingyuan didn't take care of her, and that he had no ability to let her work so hard for him when she was alive.

She hid so many things for him to have a good childhood. Even the divorce between her and Fu Tingyuan was realized by him a long time later.

In this world, there will be no better sister than Ronan Chu.

Luo Yi was holding a little fruit and closed his eyes a little sad.

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late at night, Fu Tingyuan came out of his study and saw the servant come out of Luo Yi's bedroom with fruit carefully.

The little girl is already asleep, wearing pink pajamas. When she is asleep, she still holds a baby sponge doll in her arms.

The hair is soft and soft on the face, the skin is delicate and white, lovely like a little angel.

For Xiao Fengting's little girl, Fu Tingyuan had been very envious before. After Luonan's early death, he was even more envious.

So fruit called his father, he also naturally should come down, shamelessly enjoy the pleasure of being a father.

"Mr. Fu," the servant explained to him in a low voice because he was nervous when he saw him, "Guo Guo sleepy is in master shuiyi's room. I will send her back to the bedroom."

Fu Tingyuan lightly nodded his head, calmly charged: "hands and feet light, don't wake her up."

The servant nodded. "Yes."

He went into the bedroom.

All the furnishings in the bedroom were the same as when Ronan had left.

He went into the bathroom, took a bath, and went to bed in his bathrobe.

He never smokes in this room. He is afraid that the smell of smoke will make up the smell of the house.

The pillows and quilt covers were used by Ronan at the beginning. He washed them with the same detergent, but they didn't change the smell.

He leaned against the head of the bed and looked at Sam.

Once brand-new dolls are gradually fading and becoming worn-out. No matter what they are, they will be completely different with the passage of time, just like he no matter how to retain the furnishings in this room, but also have to face the fact that everything is slowly disappearing.

Nothing is immortal.

It's only been three years.

He had to admit that there was no more Ronan in the room.