"Ah Zhen. Wen Xincheng wanted to continue, but Nanmen Zhen interrupted her coldly: "Enough, I don't want to hear these words anymore, my mother is dead, and Mrs. Nanmen's position is already yours, please don't bother me again." ”

A sharp, cold gaze swept over Wen Xin Orange.

Wen Xincheng's heart hurt, her body was slammed open by Nanmen Zhen, her mouth opened, and she wanted to explain, but she couldn't say anything when the words came to her mouth.

I could only look at him with guilt.

Nanmen Zhen felt Wen Xincheng's gaze, his footsteps paused, his face covered with thick frost dissipated a little, and his fist was clenched tightly by him.

Do you care about him?

As long as Nanmen Yi had a little mercy towards their mother and son, he would not have lost his mother and wandered abroad alone to spend the darkest childhood.

Thinking back to the past, Nanmen Zhen's eyes dodged layers of frost.

After he left, Wen Xincheng stayed where he stood for a long time, and then the housekeeper came out, with a gloomy expression, and said meaningfully: "Madam, you can't be soft-hearted, don't forget, he is not your son." ”

The housekeeper looked at Nanmenzhen's back, and there was something in his words.

Wen Xincheng's fingertips trembled, she inhaled hard, looked at the housekeeper, lowered her head, and said helplessly: "I know, you go down." ”

After speaking, he turned his back to the butler.

The housekeeper couldn't see Wen Xincheng's expression clearly, so he had to give up.

Outside, a cold wind blew into people's hearts, and a long sigh was hidden in the darkness......

Nanmen Zhen went upstairs, and when she passed the bedroom, she found that the door was locked, "This girl is starting to lose her temper again." His tone was helpless and doting.

Turned back, called the butler, and brought the key.

"Shao Dong, what are you ......" The housekeeper looked at Nanmen Zhen puzzled, when did Shao Dong enter his room and take the key.

Throwing the key back to the housekeeper, Nanmen Zhen pushed the door and went in, "You go down first, you are not allowed to come without my orders." ”

"Yes. ”

The room was so dark that the curtains hadn't even been opened, so he walked over and opened the curtains, and the silver-white moonlight took the opportunity to shine into the bedroom.

On the big bed, a figure arched under the white quilt.

Song Lu was facing away from him, in fact, she had already woken up, but she didn't have the courage to face Nanmen Zhen.

A cold aura enveloped the entire room, he didn't speak, Song Lu didn't move, and the two of them held each other quietly.

After a while, Nanmen Zhen moved, and he came towards the big bed, lifted the quilt and got in.

The cold air invaded Song Lu's skin, she bit her lip tightly, her body tensed tightly, and a pair of long arms behind her back hugged her into her arms.

Song Lu's heart was beating so hard that she didn't dare to move, so she could only pretend to be asleep, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and her body trembled slightly.

The woman in her arms was turbulent, her whole body was tense, although there was no clear resistance, but the resistance in her heart, Nanmen Zhen had already felt it.

He knew that Song Lu hadn't slept at all.

Nanmen Zhen didn't make any extra moves, just hugged her gently, and her low and evil voice spread faintly, "Song Lu." ”

Hearing her name, Song Lu's lips bit a little tighter.

A cold incense came from him and rushed towards Song Lu, like a huge net, making her so heavy that she couldn't breathe, and her heart was aching.

Song Lu was motionless, she felt that the person behind her was moving in her direction, and her heart tightened, she turned around, and put her palm against Nanmenzhen's chest.

"Let go of me. ”

In the darkness, her sparkling eyes were like a clear spring, particularly dazzling, and the firmness under her eyes was very obvious when facing him.

She won't like Nanmen Zhen, and she can't like him.

Song Lu's silence caused a raging fire to rise in Nanmenzhen's chest, very good, Song Lu, you are ruthless enough!

There was a loud slamming of the door, and the room fell silent like never before.

Song Lu was lying on the bed, her expression was cold, her heart was as calm as waves, it was obvious that she had successfully angered Nanmen Zhen, he would definitely not like herself.

As long as he thought about it, Song Lu's heart was very dull.

The corners of her eyes were a little sour, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, she sniffed bitterly, it's only been a year, Song Lu, you can.

Nanmen Zhen rushed out of the old mansion with a cold face, and the black sports car disappeared at the end of the street with a clatter.

In the car, Nanmen Zhen had a gloomy face, holding the steering wheel vigorously with her palms, and her mind was full of Song Lu's delicate and lovely face.

Damn, you hate him so much?

Nanmen Zhen didn't know how long he had been driving, only that he had reached the top of a mountain, he got out of the car, and the cold evening breeze blew, a little cold.

He didn't care at all, lit the cigarette in his hand, his dark eyes were deep and dull, like a bottomless lake, and at the foot of the mountain, the lights were brilliant, telling the city that never sleeps.

The smoke hazy his gaze, and the wind blew again and again, but it never blew away the irritability in his heart.