Hearing the female voice behind her, Fang Zhiyu turned a deaf ear and went straight forward, the expression on her face did not change, and her eyes deepened imperceptibly.

In the middle of the banquet hall was a long buffet banquet, and she walked over, sat down at the end of the long table, and casually took a glass of red wine from the tray of the waiter passing by.

The slightly cold wine entered her throat, slightly calming the restlessness in her heart.

Fang Zhiyu supported the corner of her forehead with one hand, and looked at the crowd in the banquet hall with cold eyes, her curly eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a little darkness under her eyes.

She thought she could not care at all, but Xiao Yuanyuan's words and Wen Jingxuan's appearance kept flashing in her mind.

"Miss Fang," a smiling male voice interrupted her thoughts.

Fang Zhiyu looked back indifferently, and in front of her was a man in a blue suit, with a lovely smile on his face, and a pair of squinted eyes flashed a little ill-will.

"Something?" frowning slightly, she looked back coldly, with alienation in her eyes.

The man laughed twice, his already small eyes narrowed even smaller, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at her playfully, "Miss Fang, you may not know me, I have admired you for a long time." ”

The man said, took a step forward, narrowed the distance between the two of them, and stared at her, "I don't know if it's an honor, please Miss Fang for a drink?"

At this time, more than halfway through the banquet, many people came to the long table to get food, and seeing that Fang Zhiyu was surrounded by a man, there was still a little ambiguous distance, and they couldn't help but slow down their movements, thinking that they were not easy to detect, and snooped with their spare eyes.

Fang Zhiyu became more and more irritable, took a step back and stood up, her brows furrowed, her eyes looked at the man who still wanted to continue to move forward, and unceremoniously refused, "No." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, until he heard the low laughter next to him, and then he understood the meaning of this sentence, his face turned black in an instant, and he stared at the back of her leaving viciously, with a resentful look in his eyes.

Walking all the way downstairs to the hotel, the cool night breeze was blowing on her face, she eased her face, took a deep breath, and suppressed the feeling of upset, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, only to feel as if she could breathe again.

Looking up, there were still many fans at the door of the hotel who had not dispersed, Fang Zhiyu frowned, took two steps back and hid her figure in the dark.

Popping up her phone, she was about to call Vivien and ask her to pick her up early.

The white fingertips were about to press the dial button, but a dark shadow suddenly fell in front of her, and the moment she looked up, a coat was draped over her thin shoulders.

Facing the man's deep ink pupils, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and a thought crossed her mind.

He's ...... Who's coming? Or rather...... Who are you coming to meet?

"Naturally, I'm taking you home," the man's deep voice sounded in his ears, and his big hand stroked the side of the little woman's face, and raised her chin a little strongly, and their eyes collided in midair.

Fang Zhiyu realized that she had just accidentally asked what she was thinking, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

"Who else else?" the man keenly noticed that there was something wrong with her expression, and raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, with a bit of bewilderment in his gorgeous voice.

Reflexively staggered her gaze, her eyes turned cold, and she pretended to say unintentionally, "No, we have it." ”

Without waiting for Xiao Junchen to speak again, she bypassed the other party and strode forward, her slender high heels stepping on the bluestone in a fine rhythm, just like her uncalm mood at this time.

The thick coat was draped over the shoulders, blocking the night breeze, and it seemed that the man's body temperature was still on it, burning through the skin and all the way to the bottom of his heart.

A faint light flashed in the man's dark pupils, and he narrowed his eyes meaningfully and raised his heels.

In the closed compartment, only the gentle breathing of the two people and the slight hum of the engine could be heard, Fang Zhiyu sat in the co-pilot, turned her face to look out of the car window, and the flashing neon lights crossed her eyes, leaving a bottomless darkness.

"Today at the party, I met a person," Fang Zhiyu suddenly spoke, cold by nature, a pair of apricot eyes through the car window, looking at the man's reflection.

Xiao Junchen glanced at her lightly, didn't seem to care, his tone was cold, and he asked rhetorically, "Oh?"

There was silence in the carriage for two seconds, her face was flat, but the hand on her side was secretly tightened, "She said that she and you are old friends, and I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

After a pause, she added seemingly unintentionally, "She said that her name is Wen Jingxuan, and she will visit her in person sometimes." ”

The man's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp light crossed his eyes, but his tone was still cold, "Hmm." ”

Fang Zhiyu closed her eyes, although Xiao Junchen didn't seem to care on the surface, but the two had been together for so long, she could see that the moment she heard that name, his body stiffened for a moment, although it was only for a moment, but it was enough to prove that Wen Jingxuan was different.

She didn't speak again, Xiao Junchen also quieted down, she felt like her heart was squeezed into a glass of lemon juice, sour and astringent.

The air in the car also became more and more dull, Fang Zhiyu suddenly raised her hand, pressed down the window, and the sound of "whirring" wind suddenly poured in, ruffling her long hair.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in the old mansion, and both of them looked as normal, as if the woman's name had never appeared.

Fang Zhiyu walked a few steps faster and wanted to go upstairs directly, but as soon as she entered the living room, she paused, with a smile on her face, "Grandpa, I haven't slept so late." ”

Old Man Xiao's expression was cold, and his smile at her was only faintly bowed.

Xiao Junchen stopped and looked at the old man with a cold face.

A few seconds later, the old man was the first to speak, and a little fierceness flashed in his usually peaceful eyes, "Your mother is back." ”

Hearing this, the man's expression turned cold, and his thin lips pursed up, looking more and more ruthless.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted angrily, and looked at the man meaningfully, "Tomorrow's plane, I want you to pick it up in person." ”

"I see. The man's already deep voice was now even colder, like an eternal glacier, hiding the surging dark emotions underneath.

Fang Zhiyu couldn't help but glance sideways at her, and there were some doubts in her heart.

Xiao Junchen's relationship with his mother doesn't sound good?

After speaking, Xiao Junchen stepped forward, grabbed Fang Zhiyu's shoulder and wanted to take her upstairs, but heard the old man say, "Zhiyu stays for a while, and I will say a few words to her alone." ”

Fang Zhiyu sat opposite the old man alone, and the old man said, "Zhiyu, tomorrow, I want you to accompany Junchen to pick up her mother." ”