Shen Sihuan sat cross-legged on the temperature-controlled toilet very indecently, and the pair of silver wedges staggered aside.

Although she fought hard to win, the gothic little brother changed her into a pair of 3cm+ wedge heels, and she was easy and stress-free when trying them on, but she didn't expect the texture of the new shoes to be so unfriendly, and her heels and big toes were ground out with red marks.

It was a moment before she put on her footwear and walked out.

But just around the corner of the hallway, suddenly a cane blocked the way.

When she looked up, a pair of dark eyes were looking at her with burning eyes.

"Wen Yan? Why are you here? Did you come to me? I'm sorry, you've waited a long time - ah, Wen Yan, what are you doing! Put me down! Put me down! ”

I saw Wen Yan wrapping one hand around her waist, lifting her up easily, her feet left the ground, and then, he "carried" her like that, and walked all the way into the men's toilet without stopping.

A middle-aged uncle was just about to walk out of the bathroom, facing this battle, and hurriedly dodged, and turned back to the hall in three steps.

Wen Yan ignored her struggles, put her on the sink and sat down, then leaned her crutches to the side neatly, and supported her with two hands, one left and one right, and encircled her in her arms.

This is probably a "Taidong"......

Shen Sihuan was like a little squirrel, shocked and uncertain, and couldn't help but shrink back.

"Wen Yan, you ...... What are you doing? ”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his eyes open again, his annoyance and anger still there.

He squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "Who, tell, you, me, and Matt are, that kind, relationship, connection?" ”

"You didn't say it yourself, you ......"

"Smack" Wen Yan slapped the sink with his left hand, "I like women!! ”

"Oh......"

At this time, a burst of annoying laughter sounded out very inopportunely, and a familiar voice came from behind Wen Yan:

"Well, I can testify for him, Yan does like women."

In the mirror on the sink, the face of a young man is reflected: short wheat hair, cherry red lips, and a flying smile.

It's an orchestra.

Ten minutes later.

Wen Yan was standing on the side of the road talking to Matt, and the car that picked up Matt hadn't driven over yet.

And Shen Xihuan and the orchestra stood on the other side.

The orchestra didn't expect that on a whim, he would come to this Internet celebrity western restaurant for a meal, and he would be able to "audit" such an interesting and wonderful melon.

He was sitting at the table behind the Wens, and he spotted them when he sat down, but he didn't bother. And Mrs. Wen and Matt's short and lively conversation, he also heard it word for word.

It's no wonder that the Chinese designer laughed like a flowery look, and he almost performed a live wine stunt.

"Haha, how do you think he likes men?"

Shen Xihuan was so embarrassed, as Da Xing said, she misunderstood again.

She gave a general account of the dialogue caused by Tanmei's novel to the orchestra, and the latter shook his head, crying and laughing.

The orchestra suddenly "changed the subject", saying:

"You know, how Yan and I met? It's because of you. At that time, I went to Harvard to see my uncle, who was a professor in business school. As soon as I entered the campus, I found that on the road, outside the wall, in the corridor, at the door, in short, there was a missing object notice posted in the place where I could see it, and many passing students were also discussing, saying that a Chinese was looking for a bookmark or a photo at a high cost......