A tremor suddenly rose in Schumanxue's heart, she bit her lip lightly, and took a slight step back under her feet. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The man looked coldly at the fear floating in her eyes, the light in her dark eyes became sharper and darker, and the low noise brought a coldness, as if it could shoot directly into the skin, making people feel a trace of coldness from the bottom of their hearts, "Schumanxue, whether you are sincere or fake, don't get close to Xiaorou again, this is my last warning to you!" ”

His eyes reflected his handsome face as cold as frost, the man he had been in love with since he was a child, but at this time he treated himself coldly for another woman, he looked at his eyes, as if she was not even as good as a stranger, so indifferent and alienated, extremely cold.

Shu Manxue bit her lips tightly, a trace of jealousy quietly floated in her bright eyes full of sorrow, her hands hanging down at her sides were clenched into fists, and a wry smile slowly appeared on her soft little face, which made people feel unbearable when they looked at it, "Brother Ziqian, why can you bear to treat me like this?" I've been worried about you, and when I heard that there was a problem with your project with Jinyuan, I was anxious to help you find a relationship everywhere, and I wanted to tell you that I can help you ......"

"No, you don't!" Before she could finish her words, the man had already interrupted her in a cold voice, and Shu Manxue's eyelashes fluttered, and she raised her eyes to look at him in a daze.

Lei Ziqian pursed his lips, the cold light under his eyes deepened a little, and his frowning eyebrows fully showed his impatience, "You just need to remember my words and stay away from Xiaorou!" ”

After the words fell, he didn't look at her anymore, and walked straight past her side towards Bei Xiaorou, who was already looking this way.

Schumanxue's hands hanging down at his side became more and more clenched, trembling slightly, feeling the man walking past him, leaving behind that cold and gloomy aura, his body trembled slightly, and the hatred in his heart grew wantonly like weeds.

Bei Yan bit his lower lip tightly, a salty taste slowly came from the red lips, and the soft little face was full of jealousy and crazy distortion at the moment, and the bright eyes flashed with cold and vicious resentment.

Listening to the delicate and sweet intimate call of the woman behind her, she slowly loosened her clenched lips, and the lip flaps oozing with slight blood marks looked a kind of distorted charm, she slowly lowered her eyes, and the corners of her lips slowly hooked a sneer, and did not look back at the picture that would make her even more jealous, and walked out directly.

Over there, Bei Xiaorou looked at the man who was striding towards him, the bright lights on the field were projected on him, his deep and hard facial features were as perfect and delicate as a knife, and at this time he faded away from his usual fierce aura, and became soft, looking at the woman's black eyes, deep and soft, the flickering light was almost as bright as the light above his head.

He walked to him in a few big steps, Pei Xiaorou raised his head lightly, his eyes were like a babbling stream, clear to the bottom, and he was reflected in it.

Lei Ziqian stretched out his hand, and gently helped her pull all the broken hair on her forehead back into the white high hat, and the warm fingertips gently slid over her soft, slightly flushed cheeks, and stared at her with burning black eyes, and then let go of her big hand, drooping, and then took her small hand, clenched it in the palm of her hand, and interlocked her fingers, which were extremely intimate.

Looking at the two people who only existed with each other in their eyes, Yang Anan quietly retreated, walked to the other side of Bei Xiaorou, and pulled Bei Minghui, who was full of joy but had no eyesight, and was about to open his mouth to destroy the atmosphere to speak, when he wanted to protest, he squeezed his eyebrows and gestured, and after he finally came to his senses, the two quietly retreated to their seats.

When passing by Zhuo Yuanhang's side, Yang Anan glanced at the slightly gloomy look on his face and sighed silently.

Not perceiving her sympathy, Zhuo Yuanhang's eyes looked straight in front of him a few steps away, obviously not making any too intimate movements, but the atmosphere invisibly exuded a sweet atmosphere that no one else could insert into the two of them, their handsome faces were tight, and in those bewildering eyes, the originally burning light slowly dimmed little by little.

He lowered his eyes, and the hands clenched into fists at his side slowly loosened, and the aura around him carried a kind of deplorable loneliness, which made people a little unbearable.

Yang An'an, who had just sat back in her seat, felt a little sad when she saw him like this, gritted her teeth, she got up suddenly, and under Bei Minghui's puzzled gaze, she stepped forward a few steps, pulled Zhuo Yuanhang's arm, and pulled him back to the seat and sat down in his somewhat stunned sight.

Zhuo Yuanhang came back to his senses from the initial reaction, and glanced sideways at the woman who sat next to Bei Minghui in two empty seats, there was a trace of sympathy in her eyes that she didn't have time to withdraw, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up a wry smile. He stretched out his hand and wiped his face, gathered all the emotions exposed, and when he raised his eyes again, he returned to the appearance of a cynical and noble son.

And Bei Xiaorou, who didn't know all this, felt the warm temperature coming from the big hand with ten fingers, pursed her lips lightly, with a hint of sweetness after surprise in her eyes, and gently pulled the corner of the man's clothes with the other hand, looking at her with long eyelashes, the delicate noise sounded softly, like a feather gently squeezing the bottom of the man's heart, bringing a tingling itch, "Didn't you say that it would take a week to come back?" ”

The last time I learned in the store that it would take a week for a man to go abroad, I was inevitably a little disappointed that he couldn't come to watch her game, but I didn't expect to see him suddenly appear today, at that moment, she was really surprised.

Grasping her little hand holding the hem of his clothes in the palm of his hand, he lowered his eyes and looked at the soft and boneless hand, the little one, completely covered by him, placed in his palm, white and small, and his eyes were a little deeper.

"How could I not come to such an important game?!"

The mellow and elegant timbre like a cello came into the ears, playing a stirring music in the bottom of her heart, Bei Xiaorou trembled her long eyelashes, looking at the man's eyes full of tenderness and indulgence, only to feel that her heart was heavy, like a backlog of emotions piled up in her heart, and there was nowhere to put it.

She bit her lip lightly, and a slight light appeared in her eyes, which became more and more flickering, and at this moment, Father Lei's words were subconsciously stored in the depths of her mind, not wanting to think about it. She felt that she was cowardly, and as soon as she saw him, she could no longer convince herself to think of leaving him, and the thought of that possibility made her heart ache and pang, and she could hardly bear it.

Afraid that the man would see that something was wrong with her, she hurriedly lowered her eyes, and Lei Ziqian really didn't notice the slight change in her eyes, because he was worried about another thing in his heart, and asked in a deep voice: "Why is your face so pale, is it disobedient and didn't have a good rest?" ”

Thinking like this, the big hand that grabbed her unconsciously increased a little harder, with a sense of punishment.