"Take the flowers away." An Luo sank his face.

"I bought it specifically for you. The white rose doesn't look too dazzling and it smells good. It can be adjusted in the ward to help my brother recover soon."

A bunch of roses was described by him as a magic cure.

Luan Luo glanced at the rose in her arms, her brows frowned even more, and whispered, "Take it away, I'm allergic to pollen."

"I haven't heard that you are allergic to pollen before." Instead of obediently taking the flower away, the younger brother ignored the words of An Luo, put the flower on the bedside table, and put on a beautiful shape.

"..." An Luo turned his head stiffly.

Brother Xi turned back and sat back to An Luo's bed, took off the sunglasses covering his face, and came over to look at An Luo's eyes seriously. He looked at him for a moment before he said, "Is it really amnesia?"

A face was enlarged in front of him in this way, and An Luo realized that his brother was very beautiful. His eyes were pale, his clear pupils looked like good crystals, and his face had a fascinating temperament when he smiled.

This kind of bad and handsome man should be very popular, but An Luo only feels headaches for this arrogant guy, and he has already been immune to his bad smile, and gave him a calm look and said: "Excuse me, which brother are you? What's your name? How old is this year?"

"..." After asking three questions, my brother's smile slowly freezes on his lips.

Luan Luo raised her eyebrows unpleasantly, "Take the flowers away, I'm allergic to pollen." He paused, "I don't want to say it a third time."

My younger brother stunned, and then showed a look of hurt, his voice sounded pitiful, and a little grieved: "Brother, I am your second brother, An Yan."

An Anlu nodded: "Well, I see. I'll recognize you next time I meet, An Yan." He paused, "Which Yan word?"

"..." An Yan was completely blown, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Mountain Rock."

"Oh."

Zhao Anyan paused and asked, "Yes, I heard Cheng Ping said, your leg ... has broken?"

An Anlu looked down at her plaster-covered legs and said, "It's a fracture, and I'll know if I can walk if I remove the plaster."

An Anyan stretched out her hand with a distressed face, trying to touch An Luo's legs to show comfort, was swept away by An Luo's cold gaze, hurriedly moved her fingers, and moved the direction to touch the hard plaster.

"Does it still hurt?" An Yan asked softly.

没有 "No feeling is more terrible than pain," Anrow said.

"..."

My elder brother was always so cold and calm, every time when I was young, I wanted to care about him, and he was stopped by a word. An Yan felt a little aggrieved, and looked down at the plaster on his leg with a bowed head.

I didn't know how long it had been before, An Luo suddenly asked, "Are you going to stare at a hole in my plaster?"

"..." An Yan looked up, looked at him innocently, and his expression was almost like a bullied animal.

An Anluo faced his poor eyes, and his scalp tingled for a while. He quickly looked away and said, "If it's all right, go back first."

Zhao Anyan said aggrievedly, "I had no time to find time to see you."

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