Su Nuo drank the last sip of wine, got up and was about to go to the bathroom, but when he passed by a man, he was grabbed by the wrist. The man's face was oily, and the expression on his face was sinister.

Su Nuo didn't have anything to do with him, and he struggled to break away from his hand. But who knows, this man seemed to be coming to the momentum, and directly blocked in front of Su Nuo: "Miss Su, come, have a drink?" ”

Su Nuo looked down at the cocktail that the man was holding up, took the cigarette in his mouth, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and then pressed the cigarette butt directly into the glass. looked at the man as usual, and his red lips opened slightly: "I'm sorry." ”

After saying that, Su Nuo bypassed the man and wanted to leave, but who knew that the man suddenly reached out and stroked her waist. Su Nuo lowered his face coldly, grabbed his fingers, and pinned them directly to his back, and the man screamed in pain.

"Apologies!" Suno grabbed him by the hair and pressed his head against the bar.

"You slut, do you know who I am? Don't let me go yet! The man, though embarrassed by the bar, was still glaring at the vicious threat.

Su Nuo's hand tugging at his hair exerted some strength, hooked the corners of his lips, sneered, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his eyes were full of indifference: "Let go of you?" ”

The man seemed to be starting to feel scared at this time, and his face was already soaked with sweat: "I...... I'm the general manager of Hongyu Group, and you're looking for ...... death."

Su Nuo bit his lower lip and looked at the man, a beautiful smile bloomed on his face, but he was not distracted at all, and his eyes were as indifferent as ever: "That...... Do you try? ”

"Let it go."

Su Nuo's wrist was grabbed by a man, and the man stared into Su Nuo's eyes, trying to see some familiar emotions in those eyes, but there was nothing but indifference in those eyes.

Wen Yan's mask and sunglasses had already been taken off, and at this moment he was wearing a black suit, with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline, and his face was full of impatience.

Looking at this face, which was not much different from his memory, Su Nuo's hand slowly let go, and the indifference on his face dissipated a lot. The red lips were slightly open, but the eyes were already covered with a layer of mist. Su Nuo broke free of his shackles and slowly stroked his hand over his face. The rich aroma of wine swept towards Wen Yan, and Wen Yan couldn't help frowning.

"Is that you, Ayan?" Su Nuo stared at his face in disbelief, the hand that was supposed to caress his face was about to stop in mid-air, Su Nuo laughed self-deprecatingly, and slowly withdrew his hand, "How can you be him......"

After speaking, Su Nuo turned around and staggered out of the crowd, still muttering incessantly: "How could it be him...... It won't be his ......"

Wen Yan looked at the back of the woman leaving, the figure was weak as if she would fall down at any time, but she was stubborn to death, and refused to bow her head for half a minute. For some reason, he was already heartbroken, but his heart was dying at the moment.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the emotions in his eyes had been cleaned, and his grandfather told him since he was a child of the Wen family that he must be happy and angry.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, thank you, Mr. Wen......" Wen Yan turned around slowly, looking at the man standing aside and nodding his waist, feeling disgusted for no reason.

"Get out." Wen Yan's thin lips opened and closed, and he spit out this extremely indifferent word.

The man had fire in his heart but it was not easy to get rid of it, so he had to squeeze out of the crowd because of the dignity of Wen Yan's identity.

Looking at this scene, Lu Siyuan's heart seemed to be stuffed into a mess, obviously the two of them were so good seven years ago, why can they only be like this now? Is this the so-called fate, from which there is no escape? Lu Siyuan slowly touched his heart, why did he hurt so much here?

"I'll go to the bathroom." Wen Yan's faint voice pulled back Lu Siyuan, who was indulging in memories, and after speaking, he bit the cigarette he had just played with in his hand in his mouth, and without looking at the people around him, he squeezed straight out of the human wall.

At that time, Su Nuo was standing in front of the mirror at the door of the toilet, the woman's eyes in the mirror were blurred, her red lips were seductive, and the flush on her face was even more lovely. Wen Yan came out of the toilet and saw such a scene.

Wen Yan's eyes narrowed, as if he was laughing at his amorousness, turned on the faucet and slowly washed his hands. Su Nuo didn't notice him at all, just stared at himself in the mirror in a daze.

"Vomit ......" Su Nuo really couldn't hold back, and threw up while lying on the edge of the sink. Wen Yan frowned in displeasure, but he was struggling to pat her on the back, and his hand froze in mid-air. After a while, Su Nuo seemed to have eased up, took a handful of cold water, lowered his head and put some in his mouth, spit it out again, and repeated it several times before he could get rid of the sour smell in his mouth. Su Nuo, who had sorted all this out, took out a piece of paper from the paper bag, carefully wiped the water stains, took out the lipstick, and carefully touched up the makeup.

In the past seven years, she has already learned how to pretend to be sober. At this moment, if she wasn't full of alcohol, anyone who saw it would think that she was a sober woman. In fact, the degree of a cup of Long Island iced tea cocktail just now is not low at all, not to mention that Su Nuo is still stuffy, and no matter which amount of wine is good, he can't drink like this.

Su Nuo pursed his lips, sighed, and didn't look around much, turning around to leave. Wen Yan couldn't help but follow behind her, not far away, not close, three figures.

Su Nuo stumbled under his feet and almost fell, Wen Yan hurriedly strode forward and caught Su Nuo, who was about to fall. Su Nuo slowly raised his head and stared at Wen Yan's face carefully, as if he wanted to engrave this person's face into his mind and never forget it.

Wen Yan picked up Su Nuo and walked to the second floor step by step. The second floor of the Laiyang Bar is a room dedicated to the rest of the guests. After opening the door, Wen Yan strode in and gently placed Su Nuo on the bed, Su Nuo was already asleep, his hands tightly clutching the placket on Wen Yan's chest.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, gently broke her hand, and slowly took off her high heels and slowly covered the quilt. After doing this, Wen Yan slowly got up and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, Wen Yan wrung out the towel with a wry smile and went out with the wet towel. Su Nuo was already asleep, rolled over, and buried his face deep in the pillow. She always seems to be like this, she always buries her face in the pillow when she sleeps, and after correcting it for so long, she still hasn't changed it.

Wen Yan slowly brushed her hair away, allowing her to breathe well. Looking at her sleeping face, Wen Yan's heart seemed to be scratched by a kitten, and she lowered her head with a thought and slowly kissed her forehead.

Wen Yan clenched his fists and got up reluctantly, but his eyes were full of pity. He finally sighed, wiped her face relentlessly, and his movements were very gentle, and he was so frightened that he held his breath and didn't dare to move because of a murmur in Su Nuo's dream.

The man in front of him...... It's the person he's loved for so long......

Wen Yan felt a dull pain in his heart, got up with it, carefully raised the temperature of the air conditioner, and turned around and walked out of the room.