Sent off the security guards.

Shi Wei was still depressed.

Partial, now I can't find out what is the reason.

"Who have you had a conflict with, or a grudge with?"

I am bored.

There was a nice and low man's voice.

Before he came back to his senses, he looked up at the sofa, where the man had sat down with his long legs open, playing with a silver metal lighter in his hand.

There was a dim floor lamp in the living room, which happened to smudge the side of his face, and perfectly outlined the undulating outline, containing a deeper and more colorful trace, deep and dark, evil and terrible.

The pace was not paused.

Look at the picture of a man sitting there with a nosebleed when he doesn't do anything.

The little toes in the pink slippers curled up and picked at them instantly.

She took a deep breath, walked over and said softly, "No." ”

"You're not a star?"

"Ah, the eighteenth-line dad doesn't love the little cabbage that his mother doesn't love, and he doesn't have any fans. She tugged her fingers and muttered with her pink lips: "Weibo 30,000 fans, or zombie fans bought by my assistant." ”

Wen Nanye looked at her.

I don't know if it's her delusion, the corners of his thin red lips seem to be raised, and his fingertips familiarly pick open the lighter buckle and press it.

A small blue flame bubbled up.

Reflected in his dark eyes.

It was then extinguished.

"Tea. ”

"Huh?"

"You've all come up as guests, don't you know how to entertain?"

Shi Wei reacted instantly, and hurriedly ran to him, "It's not that the professor doesn't like tea?"

The man glanced at her, and his tone was more leisurely: "It's not impossible to taste it, maybe you can close it." ”

Shi Wei's eyes lit up.

"I'll prepare it right away, whatever you want. ”

In high spirits, she turned around and trotted to the kitchen.

A pair of legs glow white.

His gaze paused.

Putting away the lighter, getting up from the couch, and walking around the living room, his eyes finally caught a box of cigarettes placed under the TV stand.

Gaze paused for a few seconds.

Suddenly.

The man's Adam's apple rolled for a moment, as if suppressing a touch of interest.

Ultimately.

His gaze rested on the picture wall above the TV stand.

Large and small photo frames are staggered, basically magazine photos, and the most eye-catching. It's the biggest one in front of me - only a close-up of the legs.

The woman sat on the couch, leaning back, hidden at the edge of the frame. One leg is bent, the other leg is slightly raised, the toes are pressed down, and the instep is stretched in an attractive arc.

The two legs are thin, white, long, and well-proportioned under the light.

It's beautiful.

Gray tones, revealing obscure ambiguity.

After a few seconds.

He pulled out his cigarette case, shook out one, and lit it with his eyes down.

Shi Wei came back, and when she saw Wen Nanye standing in front of her photo, she didn't care, she just shouted: "Professor, you can taste it." ”

Wen Nanye looked sideways, his Adam's apple rolled, and two seconds later, he tilted his chin to signal a close-up of the leg: "This is you?"

Shi Wei nodded: "Yes, this is a special issue taken last year." ”

The man squinted: "No." ”

After all, it's a special issue, and it can't be avoided in the later refinement, but after P, it doesn't have the beauty of her original real state.

As soon as Shi Wei heard this, he almost didn't hesitate at all, took off his slippers, stepped on the cabinet with one leg, and clapped his little hand: "It's me, you look carefully." ”

Wen Nanye smoked a cigarette.

Slowly looked back at her.

The soot on my fingertips kept burning, and it was a little hot.