Her voice was soft and soft, like a feather brushing the tip of her heart, and it seemed to be Wu Nong's soft language, warm and beautiful.

The sentence "Pu Xinyi" made the man's heart tremble slightly.

Ruan Cen never heard his reply, and was still wondering if the ringtone was a coincidence, but he saw that his mobile phone was out of power and turned off.

Then, the abrupt bell that had just sounded in the elevator suddenly stopped.

Not a coincidence......

Ruan Cen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately it was not this man who was Pu Xinyi, not anyone else.

Otherwise, I don't know what to do with her......

It's scary to think about.

After confirming that it was Pu Xinyi, Ruan Cen pushed away his arm that was lying at his side, and his tone was not very good: "Seven young people are missing and have come to me?" ”

Thinking of the little assistant's worried about Pu Xinyi's aggrieved appearance and his self-blame when he asked for his guilt, as well as the toss of this night, Ruan Cen felt annoyed for no reason.

was recognized, Pu Xin simply did not hide it.

In the dark, his eyes stared fixedly in her direction, and he said casually: "Angry? ”

Angry?

That's not true, Ruan Cen was born with a weak personality.

"Seven Shao, not everyone has time to play a game of peek-a-boo with you." She was upset and didn't have a good attitude.

The words were said lightly, but the tone was still on the heavy side. The atmosphere in the elevator was condensed, and no one spoke for a long time.

For a long time, Pu Xin resounded in this small space in a slightly dry voice, "Game? ”

There was a subtle hint of emotion in his voice, and he couldn't tell whether it was loss or disappointment.

Ruan Cen didn't listen to him carefully, and only asked lightly: "Can Qishao go home happily now?" ”

"Ruan Cen." He called out to her suddenly.

The voice was low, magnetic, and nice.

Ruan Cen couldn't guess this man, didn't reply, and waited quietly for his next words.

He shouted again, "Ruan Cen." ”

Ruan Cen: "I have something to say. ”

Hearing her reply, he slowly asked, "Do you feel ...... I—I'm familiar? ”

His words were intermittent, but Ruan Cen understood them very clearly.

Ask her if she thinks he looks familiar?

Oh, it's nothing more than a routine of picking up girls, old-fashioned.

"Qishao, don't treat me as a simple little girl."

Her refusal was obvious.

Ugly refuses to talk, ugly refuses routines, ugly refuses to flirt.

Also, ugly rejection of Pu Xinyi.

Pu Xin was nervous, but her reply was really strange.

"Ruan Cen, what did you say?" He didn't understand what she said, and felt a little inexplicable.

He asked if she felt familiar to him, and the implication was to know if she knew herself, and if so, ......

The Ruan Cen in front of her is the one in her memory.

If you don't know ......

Her name is Ruan Cen, why doesn't she know herself?

Amnesia, that bloody and old-fashioned terrier?

Amnesia from a car accident? Amnesia from a cliff?

Or is it because of ...... is terminally ill and dies soon, and you don't want to drag him down, so pretend?

It doesn't look like it......

Ruan Cen pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at him, although he couldn't see clearly, he still replied very seriously in his direction, word by word: "I said, I'm not interested in you." ”

"Pu Xinyi, you really can't afford to play missing in the middle of the night and come to the apartment to block me, drag me to the elevator, and use old-fashioned routines to talk to me. I'm not a simple little girl who just entered society and doesn't know anything, and your flirtatious routines don't work for me. ”

"Don't expect me to cooperate with you and follow the script of the dog's blood tyrant and say that I think you are familiar, let me tell you, you can't look like my parents' son-in-law, and you can't look like my future husband. I'll admit that you're very attractive, but I'm not interested in you at all, and you don't have to work on me. ”

"Do you understand? Can you go now? ”