Chapter 15: Hugged

Xiao Lingyue didn't know that Wen Qian's emotional experience was complicated, but knowing and seeing were two different things.

And Wen Qian only agreed to be his girlfriend yesterday, how can she be with other men so quickly?

"Yueyue, are you resting? If you're resting, we'll do it again. โ€

Xiao Lingyue's fingertips pinching the phone were white, and he stared at the happy woman laughing on the screen angrily, and he didn't even react at all when the dance teacher stood at the door and called him.

"More and more ยทยทยทยทยท" The dance teacher approached.

"Yue Yue, are you okay?"

The more Xiao Ling raised his head slowly, the dance teacher saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

Such eyes seemed to be full of anger and resentment, which was not at all the same as the usual humble and gentle Xiao Lingyue.

But after all, I am mixed in this circle, and I have seen a lot of people who have one thing on the surface and one thing behind the scenes.

As if nothing had happened, he asked, "Can I continue?"

Xiao Lingyue put away his mobile phone, stood up, and said to the dance teacher with a smile: "Okay teacher, thank you for your hard work." โ€

Wen Qian hadn't been back to Haicheng for a long time, and when she felt the city again, she felt her whole body relaxed.

In the afternoon, Xia Yan was still resting in the room.

Wen Qian and Hua Shilin sat on the terrace outside, drinking champagne and chatting while blowing the cool breeze.

Wen Qian has been very good with the opposite sex since she was a child, and she has talked about many boyfriends, but with Hua Shilin, the two are really clean and clean, and there is no overstep.

"Don't you leave when you come back this time?" asked Hua Shilin, putting away his usual cynical look.

"Of course I have to go, I still have my own things to do. โ€

"What's the matter, just your unpopular tattoo parlor?"

Wen Qian glared at Hua Shilin and retorted, "What kind of tattoo parlor? I'll run it well when I go back this time." โ€

Hua Shilin took a sip of wine from his wine glass, and then sneered: "Do it well?"

The hotel they chose was on the top of the mountain, and the afternoon sun was still warm, but it was not sunny.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on Wen Qian's body, she squinted her eyes and felt it, the breeze floated, and the whole person seemed to radiate light.

Hua Shilin looked at her, and after a long while, he said faintly, "Why don't I help you?"

Wen Qian opened her eyes violently and looked at him in disbelief: "What do you want? Your big store is out of business, run to help me?"

"Didn't you say he's coming back?"

Wen Qian shook the wine in her glass, thinking.

"I'll help you run it, and you can pay it back to him. โ€

Wen Qian still looked at the wine shaking in the wine glass without saying a word.

Hua Shilin continued: "Sissi, you don't owe him anything, and after all these years, he must be ready to come back. โ€

Hua Shilin is not only Wen Qian's friend, but also Wen Yan's friend, so Hua Shilin can also be regarded as a witness to the two of them.

Wen Qian stretched out her hand and stroked her short hair that was blown up, and turned to look at the scenery in the distance, as far as the eye could see, there was a piece of turquoise, and in the distance was the quiet sea.

It was only after a few moments that she turned around and muttered, "It doesn't matter." โ€

Hua Shilin looked at the woman who was about to cry opposite, stretched out his hand and touched Wen Qian's head dotingly.

Wen Qian shook her head and wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but she still said stiffly, "I didn't cry." โ€

Hua Shilin approached Wen Qian, slowly took her into his arms, and patted her on the shoulder to show comfort.

Wen Qian seemed to have finally found an outlet, leaning on Hua Shilin's shoulder, sobbing.

When Hua Shilin saw Wen Qian for the first time, Wen Qian was like this, leaning against the car window, closing her eyes, crying silently, obviously she was very sad and wronged, but she still endured it and didn't let herself make a sound.

Xia Yan woke up at more than three o'clock in the afternoon, because the lunch break was too long, and she had been dreaming some messy dreams in the middle, so that she was slow in bed for a long time, and her head was still groggy.

Xia Yan rubbed the corners of his forehead, and the phone rang suddenly.

Xia Yan touched the phone, it was Xiao Lingyue's video call.

Xiao Lingyue rarely sent him a video, this was the first time, and after hesitating, Xia Yan had already scratched away.

"Sister, are you sleeping?" Xiao Lingyue's fair and good-looking face appeared in the video.

Xia Yan looked at himself in the camera and sorted out his hairstyle, "Well, I just woke up." โ€

"I saw you guys go out to play, Haicheng is fun, I haven't been to Haicheng. โ€

Xiao Lingyue on the screen pursed her lips, a little coquettish, and looked at Xia Yan with a little disappointment.

Xia Yan was very helpless by his appearance, shook his head, and then said dotingly: "It's fun." โ€

As he spoke, he got up and walked to the balcony, then turned the camera, "Come, show you the scenery of Haicheng." โ€

The phone had just turned half a circle, and when it turned to the balcony next door, Xia Yan suddenly stopped.

And on the screen, Xiao Lingyue also happened to see this scene.