He glanced at me, nodded, and pushed the door open, leaving the people inside looking at us.

My eyes widened in surprise, then turned into a sneer.

Heh, if I'm not mistaken, the person who buried half of his face in the coffee cup and froze at his mouth in surprise is Luhan, right?

The good mood I had just felt when I saw Kim Jong-in vanished in an instant, and I let Bian Bae-hyun drag me into the crowd of stunned faces.

I looked at them, then at Bian Bae-hyun with a smile on his face, and sat next to Kim Jong-in, never looking at Lu Han, "Why are you here, Sleeping Beauty?" Aren't you having something to do today? ”

Kim Jong-in threw me an eye knife, without the slightest embarrassment, and naturally continued: "Xiao Liang said that I am not allowed to call me a sleeping beauty!" ”

I glanced at Lu Han, who had been staring at me from entering the door to now, and said a nonchalant "um"

sighed, perfunctory and passed.

He shook his head helplessly and smiled indulgently at me.

Oh looked at me with a slightly complicated look and asked what was going on.

I looked at Bian Boxian, who was holding a cup of coffee next to me, and didn't answer.

My gaze wandered through the crowd, and when I finally saw a person, I couldn't turn it anymore.

He looked at me with a sad gaze, excessive sadness, excessive sadness, as if there was an indescribable desolation.

I wanted to look away, but I found that I wanted to see him uncontrollably, and it seemed that I was very familiar with him, and I couldn't tell how familiar I was.

Time seemed to stand still, and the air froze together.

I frowned in embarrassment, suppressed the emotions in my heart, the urge to walk over, and said, "I'm sorry." ”

As soon as the words came out, I was stunned.

Why...... Why do I say I'm sorry?

But this sentence is blurted out without the control of the brain.

I seem to have known him for a long, long time, and that inexplicable sense of familiarity and sadness makes me want to cry.

His good-looking eyes were a little sad, and a layer of mist filled him, and he said softly: "Xiaoyi, you don't know me?" ”

His tone was almost questioning, with some unmistakable affirmation.

In a word, his words broke the grief in my heart, and his tone was so familiar to me that it was as if I had heard it a thousand times.

Who the hell is he?

"I'm sorry ......"

I couldn't say anything, I just kept saying sorry.

Sorry for the three pale words.

Bian Boxian stood beside me silently, his beautiful eyes were full of worry, but behind this diffuse worry, there was a shallow layer of worry and fear.

A layer of fine beads of sweat had unconsciously appeared on my head, and I squinted painfully, looking at his anxious and even slightly annoyed face, and sobered up a little.

"Baekhyun...... I have a headache ......"

I whispered in his ear, and my body collapsed limply in his arms.

The man also panicked, "poof"

stood up and walked briskly towards me, but was stopped by Lu Han, who had been silent.

He looked at Lu Han, who was blocking in front of him, "Lu Han, go over!" ”

Lu Han's face was calm, and the firmness in his words was obvious: "You still don't think it's enough to be petty?!" ”

"Chanyeol, don't make trouble."

Kim Jong-in also stood next to Lu Han silently and said softly.

Park Chanyeol closed his eyes in disbearance and collapsed on the sofa, his face pale.

I closed my eyes tightly, hugged Bian Boxian, and suffered great pain, and some fragmentary pictures kept flashing in my mind.

The man named Park Chanyeol...... The pale flow in my veins made me feel inexplicably reassured, and I seemed to ...... Seems to remember something.

I opened my eyes, looked at the expressionless Bian Baekxian, and whispered in his ear, "Baekxian, let's go, I'm much better." ”

He nodded, picked me up, ignored the people behind me, and resolutely left.

I leaned into his arms, squinting my eyes and recalling the qiē I had just remembered.

Recall.

The first time I met Bian Boxian was in the Bian family's mansion.

The Bian family's family is illustrious, and their potential power is immeasurable, and can even be described as terrifying.

Zetian took me to Bian's house, and after a few hypocritical greetings, I met Bian Boxian.

How to describe him?

Stunning?

Ripple?

Unparalleled?

No, none of them are worthy of him.

His glass eyes were extremely calm, the calm of the dead air was frightening, and the corners of his lips had always maintained a treacherous arc, with a mysterious color.

He looked out of place in the noisy crowd, and did nothing but prop his head on, maintaining a bewitching smile at the corner of his mouth.

I drank the juice in my hand and looked at him, straight up.

looked at him like a god unabashedly.

He had never seen anyone so good-looking.

Seeing that I had been staring at him intently, Ze Tian smiled and asked who he was.

His father gave him a faint look, as if he was an insignificant person, "This is my son, Bian Boxian." Hey, I've been like this since I was a child, and I didn't take a lot of medicine...... What the hell is going on......"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to me again, and said with a smile, "Miss Fendi can't be in love with him, is she?" ”

There was a hint of warning in his tone, warning me not to like him?

Very good.

I narrowed my eyes pleasantly and nodded sincerely.

His face suddenly became ugly, but Zetian cast an appreciative look at me.

Bian Boxian laughed out loud at this time, and his charming smile and beautiful face made me blush for a while.

He jumped off the couch, walked around me a few times with graceful steps, smiled with satisfaction, took my shoulders around me, and took me into his arms.

Then, he raised his eyes slightly, and for the first time said to everyone present in a solemn tone, "She is mine." ”

A light tone, without a trace of undulating fluctuations.

The audience was in an uproar, such a self-respecting tone!

And all my memories of Bian Boxian are only this small scene and a scene full of lustful eyes.

I've always had a deep fear of him and an unknown sense of security, as well as a shallow love and dependence.

I couldn't figure out what I was thinking.

Fear and love at the same time.

Maybe this is fate, for him, I can't stop it.