It's just that she didn't sit for long, and a familiar male voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Long time no see, Su Kerui." ”

She looked back, but what she saw was Wen Zi's painting.

She was a little surprised, but still greeted generously: "Long time no see." ”

It's been a long time since I saw him, and the two haven't seen each other for almost two months since his last birthday.

She didn't expect to see him at Shengda's anniversary, and originally thought that Wen Zihua would not come to participate in this kind of activity.

At this time, he was wearing a decent suit and was standing behind Ding Dong, with a complicated expression on his face.

As if realizing what she was thinking, Wen Zihua took the initiative to explain the reason why she would be here: "After all, this kind of occasion is still very important to the Wen family, and the old man wants to create a harmonious family atmosphere in front of the media, so I ...... Had to attend. ”

This is also a secret agreement between him and Wen Chengguo: Wen Chengguo only asks him what he does outside, but he must behave flawlessly in front of outsiders.

Ding Dong nodded clearly, and couldn't help but smile in his heart: In the end, he is still Wen Chengguo's son.

Even if he clearly reminded her last time, he is still related to Wen Chengguo by blood, and he will not always work against Wen Chengguo.

Seeing that she was no longer talking, Wen Zihua pursed her lips, sat down opposite her, and asked softly, "Are you okay lately?"

They were located in the lounge area on the side of the hall, which was very clean, and only a few people were here to make calls or rest.

"Very good, thank you for your concern. Ding Dong smiled faintly, his posture detached and polite.

Seeing her clear attitude, Wen Zihua couldn't help but stiffen, and then smiled bitterly: "You don't have to be so defensive against me, I have no power or power, and I can't hurt you." ”

He is different from his father, he doesn't want Su Kerui to feel that he and Wen Chengguo are the same kind of people.

Ding Dong smiled dumbly: "I didn't." ”

"You have. Wen Zihua looked at her with a determined expression, "Don't confuse me with the old man." ”

Ding Dong stared at him for a long time, and finally gave up and looked away.

"I'll keep this. ”

He fumbled in his pocket for a moment, and pulled out a small amulet, red, with fine stitching, embroidered with a vivid zodiac animal.

Ding Dong's gaze froze on his hand for a moment, and he didn't speak.

"Actually, you can choose another way of life, why risk your life?" Wen Zihua pursed his lips, clenched the talisman in his hand, and said with a somewhat depressed expression, "My eldest brother said that you are Feng Chengyu's person. ”

Ding Dong chuckled in his heart, but he didn't forget to laugh and said, "Your eldest brother really dares to say anything." ”

Wen Zihua lowered his eyes: "I don't know what the relationship between you and Feng Chengyu is, but he must not care about you, otherwise he wouldn't let you do this." ”

Hearing him say this, Ding Dong suddenly felt a little angry.

"Why do you say that?"

Almost without thinking about it, she retorted. After saying that, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her could not be considered a friend.

So she closed her mouth in some chagrin and stopped talking.

But Wen Zihua could see at a glance that she wanted to speak again, and her handsome face suddenly turned pale: "You like him?"

Otherwise, how could he defend him so much?

"I don't understand what you're saying. Ding Dong simply turned his face away from him, but his slightly undulating chest seemed to contain a faint anger.

"He's not for you. Wen Zihua was a little anxious, and said with a solemn expression, "What kind of person is Feng Chengyu, he just treats you as a pawn, and he doesn't care about your life or death at all." ”

"Do you care?" Ding Dong looked back at him, a sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips, "Don't you also treat me as a substitute?"

Wen Zihua was dumbfounded by her, and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't know how to answer.

yes, didn't he just treat her as another Ye Weiwei?

However, he was different, he did not want to see her put her at risk, and for this reason, he even warned her again and again to stay away from this quagmire.

Wen Zihua was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, there was only thick weakness and tiredness in his voice: "I don't." ”

"There is no clear thing in your own heart. Ding Dong didn't want to say more to him, so he took a sip of the orange juice in front of him, and then picked up a magazine and started reading.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly fell into a long silence.

It wasn't until Wen Chengguo came over with a plate of snacks that the awkward atmosphere between the two was broken.

"Xiao Su, Zihua, are you chatting here?" Wen Chengguo smiled kindly, put the shortbread in front of him in front of Ding Dong, and said to her with a smile on his face, "Try it, made by the senior pastry chef of country S, I thought that you haven't had dinner until now, and I was afraid that you would be very hungry, so I asked for some from the back kitchen." ”

Ding Dong was flattered, and he didn't want to brush off his kindness, so he first thanked him, and then picked up the shortbread and took a bite.

The taste was really good, and Ding Dong, who didn't like desserts, couldn't help but praise it again and again, and couldn't help but eat more.

Looking at her smile at Wen Chengguo, Wen Zihua only felt as if there was an indescribable fire in his chest.

He stood up and left his seat without saying a word.

Wen Chengguo stared at his back for a moment, then turned his head and asked Ding Dong, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing. Ding Dong picked up a tissue on the side and wiped the crumbs on his hands, "Let's talk about the recent movements, or something, after all, I haven't seen it for several months." ”

"What do you think of my little son's personality?" Wen Chengguo suddenly asked her with great interest.

"It's hard to say. Ding Dong shook his head and thought for a moment before saying, "I feel that I should be a very thoughtful person, but I don't have a positive shape and can't understand it." ”

When Wen Chengguo heard this, he was immediately overjoyed: "Everyone says that he is knowledgeable and personable, but you are the first to say that he is not in shape." ”

"Really?" Ding Dong showed a surprised expression, and subconsciously glanced at Wen Zihua in the distance.

At this moment, he was being accosted by several young ladies, and although he could see a little unhappiness between his eyebrows, his expression was still warm and polite.

But obviously in front of her, Wen Zihua always looks like a cynical boy, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a knowledgeable person.

It's unpredictable.

Just as he was wondering, Ding Dong suddenly felt something strange in his body.

It was as if a fire was burning from the lower abdomen and gradually spreading to the limbs, and the burning sensation and ** sensation made her a little uncomfortable.

She reached out and tugged at her neckline, feeling a little dry.

"What's wrong?" Wen Chengguo asked with concern as he approached her.

Ding Dong frowned, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

She shook her head: "I don't know, it's a little uncomfortable." ”