Plot Starts:***

My throat tightened, and I subconsciously paused, and after I almost fell, I hurriedly quickened my pace, "Are you sick?!" ”

The sound of his deep and shallow breathing on the phone came clearly into his ears, and he just laughed happily twice in his clear, cold voice, as if mocking my ignorance.

I wanted to hang up the call, but before I could make any moves, my phone was taken away.

The alarm bell sounded in my heart instantly, and I couldn't run away. I stopped, took a deep breath, suppressed the waves of dizziness in my mind, chuckled and turned around, and calmly greeted the expressionless Bai Zijing: "Why are you here?" ”

Bai Zijing had a handsome face and raised the corners of his mouth coldly, "If I had been a step late, maybe Xiaoyi would have run to Lu Han's side." ”

I tensed my body, my body began to get hot, I didn't feel a little dazzled, and even a little dry mouth, but I still stubbornly retorted to him: "I don't care what you do when I run, besides, sister, I can wear high heels, I can't run fast." ”

Tick. In an unknown corner, the beating sound of timers.

Bai Zijing kept a wry smile on his face, looked at me contemptuously, and didn't say anything.

I quietly glanced at the phone that fell on the ground, and suddenly became excited.

Bian Boxian didn't hang up!

"Bian ......" I paused, did you really ask him?

Bai Zijing walked over to me step by step, smiling, and silent.

As soon as my eyes closed, I gritted my teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Bian Boxian, I beg you, please come over quickly." ”

A panic flashed on Bai Zijing's face, and he hurriedly picked up the mobile phone on the ground and hung it up, slamming it against the wall.

He strode over, pinched my chin and looked into his pretty eyes, and said viciously, "You really don't want to live anymore, do you?" ”

The place where he touched was unexpectedly comfortable, and even wanted him to touch it a little more, I desperately suppressed this strange feeling, and turned my eyes away with a sneer.

The weird smile on his face gradually faded, gently stroked my cheek, his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness, and said to me softly: "Xiaoyi, isn't this very comfortable?" Well? ”

I have to admit that this man is really toxic, and he obviously has a childish face, but doing such an action is damn charming.

My body softened little by little, and I almost hung on him, my head was weakly resting on his shoulder, and I couldn't say a word, I could only hum impatiently.

He had a satisfied smile on his face, like a blue poppy blooming quietly.

He continued to smile and led her out of Yuguan.

*

My mind was groggy, Bai Zijing kept whispering something in my ear, but I didn't hear a word.

I only remember that under the staggered background of lights and shadows, Bai Zijing, who was smiling with a smile on his face, looked beautiful and gloomy.

*

At Yu Guan's luxurious door, Bai Zijing looked at the person with a stunning face in front of him, his expression was calm and indifferent, making his palms unconsciously appear a layer of fine sweat. He subconsciously hugged the person in his arms.

Bian Boxian chuckled indifferently and gently stretched out his hand, "Give her to me." ”

Very soft tone.

Very light breath.

Bai Zijing's pupils twitched slightly, looking at him. He is like a machine produced according to a program, perfect, refined, indifferent, arrogant, and extravagant.

He knew that he couldn't fight Bian Boxian, but he didn't take her back there, and he was still dead.

There's nothing to be afraid of. Then let her live a little better.

Bai Zijing sighed slightly, picked up her, who was already in a trance and almost fainted, and put her in his arms, looked at her face nostalgically, and whispered, "Be good to her." ”

Bian Boxian didn't even raise his eyelids to look at him, his gaze kept falling on her, and he just quietly raised his chin in response.

Bai Zijing stood in place, watching the car disappear, feeling bitter in his heart. He couldn't tell what it was like right now.

He lowered his head lonely and muttered softly, "Be nice to her." She'll hate you later. ”

*

In a dark corner that is not illuminated by the lights, the man's delicate face is like a layer of cold frost, extremely cold.

His good-looking peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, showing charm. He sat a little decadently on the bench next to him, his two long legs crossed, and some of them had nowhere to put them.

From beginning to end, he kept staring at the place where she had left with sad eyes.

Park Chanyeol can't tell what he is in love now.

He clutched his chest and waited for the heart-rending pain to pass. He laughed a little cruelly.

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

Park Chanyeol hung his head and read her name softly, his eyes glazed and his gaze glazed.

"Careless."