Ding Dong didn't expect him to have such a big reaction.

His voice was a little loud, and the huge room suddenly fell silent, except for the equipment that sang K, which was still playing the accompaniment.

Zhou Jing obviously didn't expect Wen Zihua, who had always been polite, to get angry, and when she heard him say this, her face with exquisite makeup was already red and blue.

She stood there and looked at him for a long time, so angry that she couldn't even speak.

Some people have already begun to giggle and play rounds: "What are you doing, this is a good day, don't be angry." ”

Wen Zihua's jaw tightened, and the whole person seemed to exude an aura of anger.

Ding Dong couldn't help but feel a little nervous, looked at him, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zihua directly dragged Ding Dong out of the room, leaving behind a group of stunned people waiting behind.

The range of his movements was a little large, and he dragged Ding Dong's already thin wrist painfully.

She didn't know what kind of wind Wen Zihua was smoking, and she stumbled behind him and almost fell.

He let go, and the two of them were already standing at the end of the hallway.

There was no one here, the long hallway cut off the music from the room, and there was silence except for the two of them.

Ding Dong rubbed his sore wrist and looked at the person in front of him with a flat face, waiting for the words he was about to blurt out.

Wen Zihua had always been sunny and cynical in front of her, but today he behaved like he was pumping the wind, she didn't know how to explain this, but she knew that since he had brought him, he must have something to tell her.

"Socialize with me. He said.

Ding Dong was silent for a moment, and then spoke directly: "I refuse." ”

Wen Zihua frowned, and her voice tightened a little: "It's because of my dad, right?"

He was much taller than her, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Ding Dong looked up at him.

"Do you really like my dad?" his voice trembled a little, with a hint of disbelief: "He's that old." ”

"Did you call me over today just to verify this?"

Ding Dong's voice was indifferent and unfazed.

Wen Zihua's tone became anxious: "Do you know what kind of person he is? Do you really think that you like him? How much do you know about him?"

Ding Dong's heart moved.

He looked at himself with a frown, the anxiety in his eyes palpable.

He seemed to want to remind her of something, but in the end he couldn't say it directly.

He is Wen Chengguo's son.

But why was he so anxious about her? His gaze was as if he was worried about what was going to happen to her.

Since she appeared next to Wen Chengguo, who else would look at her with that kind of gaze?

He seemed to be genuinely worried about her.

Ding Dong's heart was filled with a small sour feeling.

"I know what I'm doing. She looked at Wen Zihua fixedly, and said in a firm voice.

Wen Chengguo's matter, outsiders can't persuade him, and there is no way.

Wen Zihua pursed her lips tightly and looked deeply into her eyes, her gaze clear and full of heavy emotions.

"Socialize with me. He said again, "Don't wade into this muddy water, you can't afford it." ”

He seemed to vaguely know what she was doing, but he still looked at her, thought about her, and even gave advice.

Ding Dong looked at his eyes, sparkling.

For a moment, her disguise almost collapsed.

If Wen Zihua already had insight into her intentions, why did he speak to her?

He was from the Wen family, so why didn't he ask her sharply?

What kind of contradiction is there between him and Wen Chengguo, so that even he, a son, hates him so much?

"I don't know what kind of unpleasantness you have with your father. However, Wen Zi paints—"

She looked at him with a determined look in her eyes and did not give in: "This is my business, please don't bother me." ”

"Su Kerui!" he called out to her, his tone irritated and a deep sense of powerlessness: "You listen to my advice, can't you? ”

Ding Dong looked at him steadily, and after a while, he suddenly laughed.

She suddenly figured it out.

Why did Wen Zihua take such a big interest in her, why did he run to her hospital room after drinking, why did he offer to have a relationship with him.

All the things that I don't understand, all the facts that are shrouded in fog, seem to have found an answer at this moment-

"Am I much like her?" she asked.

Wen Zihua looked at her, and his face turned pale.

"Am I very similar to that Weiwei, do I look alike, or do I have a similar personality?, or do I do things alike?" she asked one after another, watching Wen Zihua's face slowly sink.

"She's the one you've been thinking about in your heart, isn't she?

"Wen Zi paints, no one likes to be used as a substitute. ”

"I'm sorry if I reminded you of her. ”

"But you know, I'm not your Vivi. ”

She said a lot in one breath, and as she watched Wen Zihua's beautiful amber eyes gradually lose their lustre, she knew that she had guessed correctly.

His lips twitched, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes gradually became damp.

"She's dead. He said.

Ding Dong was silent, and the whole person stood stiffly in place looking at him.

"She is dead, just seven years ago today, dead in front of me. He looked at her with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"So, Su Kerui, I don't want you to follow in her footsteps. He continued, in a tone of utter seriousness.

No wonder it's his birthday today, but his mood has always been wrong.

There was a slight movement behind him, and Ding Dong turned his head and saw Zhou Jing standing in place, covering his mouth and looking at them.

Her face was full of surprise and remorse.

She was the one who proposed to celebrate her birthday, but she didn't know that Wen Zihua had such a past.

No wonder he's known for so long, and he's never been a birthday.

She thought they were friends, but now she realized that she didn't understand him at all.

Ding Dong turned his head and whispered to Wen Zihua, "Thank you." ”

Thank him for coming forward and telling her how dangerous it was. Thank you for not demolishing himself directly in front of Wen Chengguo.

But she had already made up her mind, and there was no turning back.

She has given a lot and is not willing to give up her efforts.

"But it's my business. She looked up at him and smiled.

Wen Zihua frowned, and before he could retract the emotions in his eyes, he looked at her deeply like this, as if he couldn't understand it.

Why is she willing to keep trying, knowing how dangerous this thing is?

What he didn't know was that what Ding Dong was thinking was not just for his own efforts not to be in vain, not just to help the real Su Kerui, but also for Feng Chengyu.