Fu Ziran saw that she rarely showed interest in one thing, so she explained in detail, "It is a jewelry fair here in Paris, organized by the internationally renowned collector and designer Madame Rose, in addition to her own collection, there is also a solo exhibition, which should be spectacular." I also received an invitation here, and I thought that you girls would like jewelry and other things, so I thought I would take you to see it. ”

After a pause, Fu Ziran glanced at the wound on her shoulder, shook her head helplessly and sighed, "But, looking at the way you look now, I guess you can't go." ”

She really became interested and blinked, "When did the exhibition happen?" ”

Fu Ziran took out an invitation letter with a black background and bronzing it from his coat pocket and glanced at it, "Oh, next Saturday." ”

"Let's go together," she estimated that the wound would be almost healed by next Saturday, and she wanted to move her arm, but she accidentally pulled the wound, grinning in pain, but still pulled a smile at him, "It just so happens that I'm bored here." ”

"But your hurt ......," he hesitated.

Pei Ran waved his hand, "It's all said that it's not in the way, and it's not a manual work that I did in the past." ”

Seeing that she had finally recovered a little of her spirit, Fu Ziran no longer insisted, only smiled and put the invitation in her hand, leaned over slightly, and said with a little warning in her pampering tone, "Okay, then you can recuperate at home in the past few days, otherwise I won't be able to take you next Saturday." ”

Pei Ran was taken aback by his sudden approach, and subconsciously immediately shrank back a little, regaining a distance from him.

Fu Ziran's eyes moved, and a little hurt emotion vaguely flowed, but in the end, he didn't say anything, only lowered his voice and said "have a good rest", and left.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say sorry, but somehow, the sorry still couldn't be said in the end.

These days, how could she not know that Fu Ziran was good to her? However, she also knows deeply that this kind of thing is not a matter that can be accomplished by who is good to whom, she clearly understands that it is not him who she loves, but Yan Zhuolang, even after so many things, she still can't let go of her thoughts about Yan Zhuolang. In this case, she couldn't bear Fu Ziran's affection.

Shaking his cranky head, Pei Ran felt a little tired, after all, after tossing for such a day, plus being frightened again, it took a lot of effort.

She stretched and didn't bother to go back to bed, so she curled up on the couch, closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

A dreamless night, surprisingly stable.

However, what Pei Ran didn't know was that just downstairs in the apartment, Yan Zhuolang in the car turned off the fire, sat in the car with a tired expression, looked up at the warm yellow light in the apartment through the glass window, and held a slender cigarette between his slender and beautiful knuckles.

It wasn't until the ashes burned to the end that he came to his senses, shook off the residual cigarette in his hand with some chagrin, and then lit a new one.

The thick white smoke rose slowly, gradually containing a piece of disgust, gradually blurring the contours of his cold face, fading away from the harshness and indifference of the past, leaving a gentle and restrained feeling.

The temperature difference between night and day in Paris is very great, and the temperature is getting cooler at the moment, and finally it is raining lightly. The wind and rain were cold, and the cold air invaded his bones, but he still refused to leave, and he always endured the impulse in his heart and did not step forward to disturb, smoking one cigarette after another in silence, until his throat was itchy and swollen, and he still did not say a word, unwilling to stop.

Yan Zhuolang has always disliked smoking, because he hates the smell, but the funny thing is that at this moment, he can only use it to pass the lonely and cold night. Originally, it was to relieve his sorrows, but when he thought of the little woman, his chest became more and more stuffy, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Damn, how did you get stuck like this.

All that came to mind was the bits and pieces of the past with her, so that in the end he had to close his eyes, throw away the cigarette butt that burned to the end, and laugh at himself in annoyance.

The lights in the apartment were on all night, and he kept silent in front of her apartment all night, until the light was bright and the pedestrians began to move, and Yan Zhuolang hurriedly drove away.

Although most of the reason why he came over this time was because of Pei Ran, there was also a work component in it, and it was impossible for him to indulge himself in feelings all the time. So many things in the group are still waiting for him to deal with, and he threw all the heavy responsibilities and messes to Gu Zihua, and it is estimated that that guy will have to scold himself in the company.

Back at the hotel, it was Liu Yan waiting in the suite.

"How are you?" He frowned, a little resistant to being alone in the room with her.

Liu Yan looked back at him, smiled slightly, and said softly, "Manager Gu said that he needed to contact a French customer, so he asked me to wait here first, and when you come back, I will report to you the main points of this video meeting." After a pause, she asked casually, "I heard that Manager Gu said that you went to see Sister Pei, how is Sister Pei?" Is your body okay now? ”

He narrowed his deep eyes, and his tone was light, with almost no emotional fluctuations, "Hmm." ”

"It's fine if there's nothing going on." Liu Yan's eyes rolled, pretending not to hear his perfunctory, and gently lowered her eyelids while filling him with a cup of coffee in front of him.

The mellow black liquid poured down the spout, steaming hot, and she was also smiling in the mist, as if unintentionally asked softly, "You don't seem to be in good spirits today, are you still worried about Sister Pei's affairs?" ”

Speaking of Pei Ran, Yan Zhuolang's eyes were slightly dull, and his gaze swept around her delicate and delicate facial features, and then he lowered his eyes, and his voice was faint, "Nothing." ”

He was not undoubted in his heart.

The matter between him and Liu Yan is obviously calculated, but Liu Yan's previous series of actions now feel a little strange. How did those photos get to Pei Ran?

Before everything was clarified, he was reluctant to let the situation go in a more serious direction.

While thinking, he slightly flexed his fingers, which were as thin as plum bones, and pushed the steaming coffee in front of him a little farther away. Behind a few lines of smoke, his handsome and sharp eyebrows seemed to be shrouded in mist, half-truths and half-truths in the blurring of light and shadow, and it was impossible to distinguish between them.

Keenly aware of the faint displeasure in his tone, Liu Yan gently bit her delicate lower lip, a little annoyed, but quickly perfectly concealed her emotions, and turned into a little crying, "Mr. Pei, are you still blaming me now?" It's all my fault, I didn't know that such a thing could happen, I was, I should have pushed you away immediately, it was all my fault...... Otherwise, you and Sister Pei wouldn't be like this. ”

As she spoke, she burst into tears, looking very pitiful.

He raised his eyes to look at her, pursed his pale lips, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, his tone was so low that he couldn't hear the obvious emotion, "Wipe it clean." ”

Liu Yan was slightly happy in his heart, but he felt guilty when he was soft-hearted, so he hurriedly took the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and wanted to say something, "I ......"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by his abrupt and cold tone, "What's going on with those photos." ”

His heart jumped suddenly, Liu Yan raised his eyes in some surprise, and was crashing into his eyes as deep as the sea, and couldn't help but be shocked again, almost revealing his true emotions. However, she immediately realized that she was not facing an ordinary character at this time, and quickly straightened her mind and put on a puzzled look, "What photo?" ”

He snorted coldly, "The day I was in the hotel room with you, someone took a picture. ”

"What!?" Liu Yan immediately made a shocked look, and then her eyes turned red again, "What should I do, does Sister Pei know about us, that's why she ...... No, I'll have to explain to her, we were really just an accident that day, I don't want to be like this, I'm just ......"

"That's enough." He forcibly terminated her discernment. Although the tone of the voice did not sound like a star and a half ups and downs, it had clearly expressed the man's impatience.

Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, the ability to observe words and emotions that she had cultivated over the years made her stop her words for a moment, and instead raised her head, looking at the man in front of her, trying to get a glimpse of some emotions from his face, but she didn't know where to start.

His tone was somber and silent, "Whether you know about the photos or not, I don't want to see this happen again." During this time in Paris, you don't have to contact Ran Ran, understand? ”

"Understood." Liu Yan lowered her eyebrows and was pleasing to her eyes, but she secretly gritted her teeth in her heart, and saw that his mood seemed to have calmed down slightly, so she only tried to chat for a few words, and then pretended to mention it casually, "I heard that Sister Pei has been very close to that Mr. Fu recently......

She wanted to try to divide and at least add a little bit of suspicion about Pei Ran in that man's heart. I never thought that this seemingly simple sentence could cause such a big reaction from the man around him, and he immediately stood up and approached her in an instant.

Liu Yan felt a little panicked in her heart, and quickly covered her mouth, "Ah, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." I just think that Sister Pei is helpless in Paris, and now that she is taken care of by Mr. Fu, it is better than her unfamiliar life, so I told you that there is no other meaning, really, really no! ”

No matter how she argued, Yan Zhuolang only looked down at her condescendingly, and suddenly narrowed his narrow eyes.

In the ink-colored pupils, a cold blood intent was vividly revealed, which could almost stop the flow of blood in people's whole body in an instant.

Liu Yan was suddenly frightened by the sudden burst of intimidation on his body, and immediately subconsciously shrank back to the seat, but found that he had already attached the back of the chair, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only sit in place, looking at the man in front of him in panic, only to feel that his whole body was almost cold and stiff, only a pair of lips that had lost his blood, and he whispered one by one, "Mr. Yan......"

He still kept such a close distance from her, but he didn't feel the ambiguous atmosphere at all, and the rest was only cold, "Are you keeping an eye on her at all times, huh?" ”

The last monophonic word is clearly raised at the end, with a hint of inquiry and warning.

Liu Yan's slender body trembled violently, almost thinking that he really knew something, but soon he had already denied it urgently, "No, I'm just, I'm just curious......"

She subconsciously wanted to explain more, but immediately realized that such a move would only expose more in front of him, and in the end she could only close her mouth again, and the slender and soft fingers were gathered in the palm of her hand little by little, and ten blood-red marks were pinched out.

After a few seconds, she let go of her finger and lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I won't dare in the future." ”