Yi Zhicheng stepped back, looked down at the wound on the back of his hand, and then looked at the blade on An Rui's fingertips. The corners of his mouth went up, "Hidden deeply." ”

An Rui tucked the blade back into her belt, and her apricot eyes were covered with a chill, "Aren't you the same?" ”

Suddenly, "Mr. Yi." ”

Hearing the sound, An Rui raised her head violently and saw Zuo Feng appear behind the two.

Yi Zhicheng was a little surprised, "Why is Mr. Zuo here?" ”

Zuo Feng smiled politely at him, "The little fox at home is lost, come and look for it." ”

"It turns out that she is Mr. Zuo's niece."

"I don't know what Mr. Yi is looking for her?"

"No, I just met Miss An by chance and talked about it."

"Since it's okay, then I'll take the people away." After saying that, Zuo Feng gave An Rui a look.

An Rui understood, and hurriedly walked to Zuo Feng's side.

Suddenly, An Rui's hand tightened. Seeing Cheng Chen standing behind him, his expression was a little impatient and flustered, and his breath was chaotic, "Are you okay?" ”

Yi Zhicheng looked at Cheng Chen with a good look, "Why is Mr. Cheng here." ”

"Cheng is always the fiancé of our little fox, of course he has to come."

Yi Zhicheng raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth raised, and a hint of playfulness was aroused, "Really?" ”

Cheng Chen took the opportunity to wrap An Rui's hand in the palm of his hand, "Yes." ”

Yi Zhicheng smiled, "Then congratulations to Mr. Zuo and Mr. Cheng." It's okay, I'll go first, I'll see you later. ”

……

Seeing Yi Zhicheng disappear into the corridor, An Rui hurriedly broke away from Cheng Chen's hand and pulled Zuo Feng's clothes again, "Uncle, when did I have another fiancé?" ”

Zuo Feng raised his hand and touched her hair, and quipped, "Just now." When he had finished speaking, he turned and left.

When he walked to Cheng Chen's side, he whispered again: "Protect her, Zhiming." ”

An Rui was about to leave with Zuo Feng, but her hand was pulled up, An Rui turned her head and glared at him, "Let go!" ”

Cheng Chen frowned, "Why are you so angry." ”

"I'm mad when I look at you now! Go away. ”

Cheng Chen didn't say much to her, and directly pulled her to an empty room.

The moment the door was closed, Cheng Chen directly supported An Rui's shoulders and pressed the person against the hard and cold door panel, "What am I doing again?" ”

Anrui reached out to prop herself on her strong chest, trying to distance herself, "You want to make me happy?" ”

"Yes."

"You can answer me whatever I ask?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

Cheng Chen looked down at her eyes, and saw that those apricot eyes were gradually covered with a layer of ice, and he couldn't answer anything for a while.

An Rui looked at those black eyes, as deep as an ancient pool. The eyes that have always been calm and indifferent are dyed with a layer of panic.

An Rui didn't want to face this face again for a while, and wanted to struggle to leave, "You let go of me." ”

"My name is Zhiming."

Hearing this, the hand placed on his chest paused. My mind seemed to go back to 14 years ago, when a teenager stood among the wheat straw chrysanthemums, and he also said, "My name is Zhiming." ”

Two lines of hot tears slipped down his eyes. An Rui grabbed the clothes on his chest hard, "Aren't you called Cheng Chen?" ”

I saw Cheng Chen stretch out a free hand to his neck and pull it - a black leather rope with a "silver light" fell on the woman's slender wrist.

Yi Zhiming slowly approached her, and his cold thin lips fell on her smooth and full forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Why hide it from me."

"I ......"

Suddenly, An Rui pushed him away, opened the door and was about to leave......