Zhao Qian couldn't avoid it again, and the pain on his feet made him jump to his feet, and while letting go of Wen Lu, the anger that had been holding back in his heart was also ignited.

The face that was originally joking about Hang'er Langdang instantly darkened, and he viciously pulled Wen Lu's hair and threw her against the wall, "Kick your nose in the face!" ”

Wen Lu's hair that had been tied up was torn by him, and the hair fell diagonally to the side, and the pain of her scalp being numb and about to be lifted off made her cry instantly.

She protects herself and her hair, where is Zhao Gan willing to let go, and when she comes up, she has to do it again.

A cold light flashed in front of Zhao Gan, and the sharpness was only a few centimeters away from his eyes.

"You can move me again!" Wen Lu held a folding knife, and her eyes were full of determination and ruthlessness.

Zhao Gan's raised hand stopped in mid-air, he stared straight at the tip of the knife, raised his hands to make a surrender gesture, the arrogance just now was gone, just because of Wen Lu's fierce eyes, there was really no love in it.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, just kidding," Zhao Qian slowly stepped back, trying to stay away from the danger.

He never thought that Wen Lu would carry a knife with him, and after forcing her into a corner, she would resist so decisively.

I'm not afraid of being a scoundrel, I'm afraid that Wen Lu is not fatal, and it's not fun to hurt myself.

Zhao Qian thought he was unlucky, and he didn't touch her.

Song Yan easily inquired about Wen Lu's direction in the bathroom from a waiter, and when he hurried over, he saw her holding a dagger and pointing at Zhao Gan.

OMG! What an aunt! Why did you go under the knife again?

He hurriedly ran over, stood behind Wen Lu and gasped, patted Wen Lu on the shoulder, and tried to stop her but found that Wen Lu's whole body was stiff.

He raised his hand to hold Wen Lu's hand holding the knife, and threw a warning and threatening look at Zhao Gan, "Why don't you get out of here?" Waiting for the master to collect your body? ”

Zhao Gan left quickly, and when he escaped, his feet slipped, and he almost fell, and he was unspeakably embarrassed.

"I said you're too ruthless, aren't you?" Song Yan didn't let go until Zhao Qian walked away.

Wen Lu also gradually regained consciousness. But who knew that her heart was pounding at the moment?

Seeing that Lu was relaxed, Song Yan immediately stepped forward and grabbed the knife, put it away and put it in his pocket, "Should I say that you are bold, or that you are timid?" ”

Seeing Wen Lu's pale face, he thought that he was scared enough.

"Lu Yaocheng asked you to come?" Wen Lu leaned against the wall, and only then did she dare to gasp for breath.

"Guess?" Song Yan didn't say it directly, but teased her.

Wen Lu gave him a roll of his eyes and turned to leave.

Song Yan kept up and followed suit.

"What about others?"

"Drunken Beauty Township~" Song Yan replied with a hippie smile.

Wen Lu paused, turned her head and saw Song Yan's expression, she turned around and walked towards the second floor of the hall.

"Hey—what are you going to do?" Song Yan smelled a hint of impending danger.

"I also want to go see the piano," Wen Lu really didn't care about what Song Yan said, but there were some things that should be solved and had to be solved, and they couldn't be delayed.

Even if Lu Yaocheng humiliates her in every way, she can't do anything to him, he is her gold master, and he is the object that she has to stammer even if she licks her face.

The second floor is not as spacious as the first floor, consisting of several small exhibition halls, each of which is only a few dozen square meters, but the style is very different, and the furnishings are not the same.

Some exhibition halls are filled with strange and shape-shaped potted artworks, while others are authentic masterpieces by famous artists, or Oriental antique calligraphy and paintings, or Western sculptures and oil paintings.

Only one showroom stands out from the rest, with a simple and elegant design and white floor tiles, which is very spacious. There is only one piano in the exhibition hall, as if the piano is the main thing in this room, and the whole space and all the design are born for it.

"How about it, it's good," Mu Huanting, who was sitting in front of the piano, had just finished a song, and looked at Lu Yaocheng who was sitting on the sofa next to her like a treasure, eager for praise.

"What?" Lu Yaocheng was uneasy, and he didn't listen to what Mu Huanting said.

Mu Huanting was a little resentful, "Have you ever listened to the "Moonlight Sonata" played by others?" ”

Lu Yaocheng stared at the mobile phone, there was no call, put the mobile phone into the built-in pocket of the suit, but saw the person standing at the door.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

Wen Lu applauded three times in a row, and Lu Yaocheng looked at her and seemed a little surprised, "Mr. Lu, is it convenient for me to talk to Miss Mu Huanting alone?" ”

"Please," Lu Yaocheng stood up, his gaze lingered on Wen Lu for a moment as he passed her, and then turned to leave.

In an instant, only Wen Lu and Mu Huanting were left in the exhibition hall.

Wen Lu walked through the several exhibition halls just now, and the people in each exhibition hall were few in twos and threes, and most of them were crowded, but in this hall with a piano, there were only two people, Lu Yaocheng and Mu Huanting.

"Isn't there any explanation?" Wen Lu walked in and leaned on the piano.

"Explain?" Mu Huanting smiled, "What explanation can you give?" ”

"For Wen Luan," Wen Lu said bluntly, "you know. ”

"Liar," Mu Huanting sneered, "Wenlu, you can't fool anyone." Do you dare to say that you don't know who the male god I have in mind is? ”

"I always thought it was Song Yan," Wen Lu said unnaturally.

"Huh!" Mu Huanting deeply felt Wen Lu's scheming, it turned out that she had been guarding herself, "On the day of the move, you obviously saw that there was nothing between me and Song Yan, and you deliberately tried to test me with a joke, do you really think I don't understand your temptation?" ”

"I'm sorry," Wen Lu knew that she wasn't upright, "I was just not sure at the time, and I was afraid that you would disappoint me." But I didn't know he would come today too. ”

"Even if he doesn't come, you can use his banner to deceive like this? Can you keep hiding from me that you are Lu Yaocheng's lover? "Mu Huanting is aggressive.

"So you already knew," she finally knew why she was cold, she smiled silently, but her heart was full of pain, "You say I calculate, but what am I compared to you?" I just vaguely guessed the relationship between you and Lu Yaocheng on the day of the move, and then asked Zhang Junlan for the photos you left behind to be confirmed. What about you? I knew about my relationship with Lu Yaocheng from the beginning, but I kept pretending not to know, what do you want to hide? Just because Lu Yaocheng is the male god you have been thinking about for a long time? Is this just the reason why you have abandoned our friendship for many years? I'm afraid not really, right? ”

Mu Huanting was told the central matter, and sat on the stool in front of the piano in defeat, her hands on the keys weakly.

"Hahaha," Mu Huanting laughed sadly, "Remember when I told you that I was going to marry the prince of a big business?" That person was Lu Yaocheng. On the night you went to see Wang Tiansheng, Lu Yaocheng informed me that I would refuse to marry. ”