"Yo, Wen Shao, what gust of wind made you, the big boss, take the initiative to call me?" Han Siwen's voice came into Wen Ci's ears through the earpiece.

"What the hell do you mean?" Wen Ci leaned on the back of the leather chair, his eyes were bright and bright, revealing a bit of danger.

"Huh? What does that mean? ”

Han Siwen on the other end of the phone was wandering with Erlang's legs.

"Weibo." Wen Ci and his voice coldly threw these two words.

"Oh, Weibo." The corners of Han Siwen's mouth hooked, and his long eyelashes covered the deep meaning at the bottom of his eyes.

At the end, he got up and walked to the front of the makeup mirror, raised his hand and flicked the bangs in front of his forehead, and threw out a few words.

"That's what you mean~"

"She's not going to like you." Wen Ci picked up the porcelain cup on the desk and took a sip of coffee.

Astringency and bitterness mixed with mellow aroma instantly spread from the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth.

"You're not her, how do you know what she thinks?"

Han Siwen sat on the stool in front of the makeup mirror.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, if you don't hate it, you just have it? As long as people don't hate me, I'll always have a chance. ”

Wen Ci raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said in a dumb voice: "Does this have to be the case between us?" ”

Han Siwen played with the thin ruler comb in his hand and responded with a cold snort: "Heh, between us? Why can't this be the case between us? ”

"It's been five years." Wen whispered, "I think we should talk about that matter......"

The movement in Han Siwen's hand froze, and his eyebrows and eyes were a little cold.

"I don't have anything to talk to you about."

"Wen Ci, no matter how you try to quibble, in my opinion, Xiao Yi was killed by you! Always !! ”

Speaking of this, Han Siwen's eyes were bloodshot.

"Yes, I really don't think that way about Bingqing, but I know you like her."

"Anything you like, I'll take it! You know, I love nothing more than to see your angry itchy teeth. ”

"We are all very sad about Xiaoyi's matter, but ......" Wen Ci paused for a moment and said in a dumb voice: "Awen, we can't always live in the past. ”

'Arvin'......

The familiar nickname came into Han Siwen's ears and suddenly stunned him for a moment.

The past is like a cloud of smoke and dust, which can easily bring people into memories.

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"Arwen, what are you doing?"

Seventeen-year-old Wen Ci saw 17-year-old Han Siwen sweating profusely on the lawn and tinkering with planks and ropes.

"Make a swing." Han Siwen didn't raise his head, his hands were black.

"Swing?"

"Well, Xiao Yi said that our yard is so big, it's the best place to put a swing." Han Siwen wiped the sweat on his head with the back of his hand, making his face black and white.

"I'll help you." Wen Zi rolled up his sleeves and reached out to help.

"No!" Han Siwen raised his arms to block Wen Ci aside, "None of you care about me, I'm going to do it myself." ”

Wen Zi withdrew his hand and squatted aside to watch the excitement.

"Can you play with the things you make, you clumsy?" Wen Ci looked disgusted.

"Who's clumsy?" Han Siwen kicked Wen Ci's ass dissatisfiedly, "Your pants were torn before, who made them up for you?" ”

"Hey, don't mention the mess of the third grade of elementary school." Wen Ci pulled out a piece of grass and threw it in Han Siwen's face.

"Besides, the thing you sew isn't as good as my sister sewed for a doll."

"Roll the calf~" Han Siwen impatiently pushed Wen Ci to the ground.