Wen Ci didn't move, just sat in place.

As soon as I sat down, I could smell the faint aroma of tobacco on Wen Ci, mixed with a fresh tea fragrance, mild, warm, like others, elegant and elegant.

There was a slight tremor in the deepest part of Fu Yu's black eyes, and there was a slight flash of light in the pupils.

He picked up the wine glass on the table, poured a glass of wine, his bony hand lined the red wine glass, the red liquid shone in the light, and handed the wine to the front of Wen Ci, "You drink with me, I'll tell you the answer." ”

Wen Ci's eyebrows were indifferent, his eyes slowly fell on his cold and handsome face, and he suddenly pulled the corners of his lips, "Don't you think that you have changed direction when you asked the question just now, tell me that you know about this?" ”

His voice was faint, very moist, magnetic, with a gentle smile, and it was like a spring breeze in his ears.

This faint smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, the gentleman was as elegant as jade, and his warm and indifferent eyes opened a long distance from him.

Fu Yu hooked his thin lips, and his smile was dark and cold, "The master is not dead, Song Yuchu defected to you, Yang Sinuo is such a good chess piece is dead, you know that my loss is not small." ”

His cold eyes swept towards Wen Ci's warm face, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Ancestral Master, if you don't have a drink with me, Shen Xuan, I don't know what I'll do to her." ”

The threatening tone, the cold aura spread in the box.

But on the contrary, Wen Ci's face was still calm and light.

These two people are the two extremes.

Warm to the extreme, cold to the extreme.

He shook the red wine glass in his hand, Wen Ci didn't speak, and lowered his eyes to look at the glass of red wine.

Raising his hand, he took the glass of red wine, and Fu Yu's hand gently touched the back of his hand.

The cold and cold hand touched the warm back of the hand, and the temperature seemed to spread all over the body in an instant, and Fu Yu's hand was rubbing, trembling slightly, and the cells up and down his body seemed to be excited.

The cold eyes stared directly at the Wen Temple.

Seeing him lower his eyes, he took a sip of red wine gently, and then raised his eyes, and met Fu Yu's gaze staring at him.

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fu Yu's eyes that changed slightly.

For just a moment, Wen Ci returned to normal, and he lightly pulled the corners of his lips, "Enough?" ”

Fu Yu did not speak.

"You know, I don't drink."

"The stomach problem is not well yet." Fu Yu hooked his lips coldly, "Didn't your little woman treat you when she studied medicine?" ”

This time, Wen Ci didn't speak, he knew everything, and he knew what Jiang Nian was doing.

Fu Yu also patiently did not speak.

After a while, Wen Ci raised his eyes to look at her and smiled faintly, "Don't worry about it." ”

The tone is indifferent and detached.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wen Ci asked again, very straightforwardly, without turning a corner.

"If you want to live, the master has to die." Fu Yu said, his cold eyes gradually smiled, "And ......"

He licked his thin lips, "You just saw that. ”

"Ancestral Master." Fu Yu shouted at him, hooked his cold lips, his voice was soft, and shouted again, "Wen Ancestral Hall." ”

Wen Ci stood up slowly, two meters away from Fu Yu, his eyebrows were still warm, and his thin lips lightly spit out two words, "Disgusting." ”

Fu Yu was not angry, he still had the same attitude, "I didn't think to tell you, who told you to see it?" ”

"I will never let go of your micro-expressions.".

He got up and walked towards the Wen Ancestral Hall, Wen Ancestral Hall's gentle eyebrows stared at Fu Yu, "I want to send qing, find someone else." ”