Zuo Qing walked into the special bathroom, took a cool bath, she looked at the changing faces of men and women in the mirror, the tall and short figures, and the plain eyes with deep inquiry, she looked at it for a long time, and dialed the phone to go out.

Dongtu Xiwu, the evening came as promised, Xia Zhi was noisy to go to the mall, she didn't plan to go, a message in it successfully made her change her attitude, if she looked carefully, her face was dyed and undetectable cold.

"Honey, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The boy ran over, carrying two cups of milk tea, and handed her one.

Zuo Qing glanced lightly and said, "I don't like sweets." ”

"It's delicious, can you take a sip!" Xia Zhi looked at her expectantly, and her large, clear eyes made her slightly distracted.

Just as the straw touched the corner of her lips, she tilted her head and walked out the door.

The boy pouted and followed.

Fifteen minutes later, Raffles City on Tibet Middle Road.

A black Maybach Zeppelin came to a steady stop, got out of the car lightly on the left, slightly straightened her clothes, her dark dark tie flashed in the light, she narrowed her eyes in the direction of the screen, and walked in with the person.

In a women's clothing store on the third floor, a bewitching-looking teenager sat on a sofa next to him, bored reading a magazine, but the pages never turned over for a long time.

"How about me wearing this dress?" A girl walked over, her long crimson dress swirling with her waist, charming and flowing.

Wen Li looked up, lowered his eyes and said, "It's good if you like it." ”

Cheng Xiaoxiao thought about it, picked another one, went back to the fitting room and changed it, and when she came out again, she wore sky blue bib pants, an off-white shirt, and the cuffs were wavy flowers, which made her whole person playful and smart.

"Where's this one?" She took two steps and winked mischievously at him.

Wen Li closed the book: "That's it." He stood up and walked to the counter, and when he came out after paying, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the elevator.

…… Snow white ground shirt, black suit pants, cold leather boots.

He was followed by a beautiful boy.

He quickly turned his head, turned around and walked in the other direction, not wanting to usher in someone on the other side, and greeted him: "Senior Wen!" ”

Zuo Nuan walked over, and there was a tall and handsome man standing beside him, not Selange, this person looked very imposing, with sharp eagle eyes, slightly convex eyebrow bones, a nose like a hanging gall, a resolute lip line, and when he laughed, he had a sense of oppression from the superior, unlike the sense of danger that was quietly exposed under Zuo Qing's plain epidermis, this person's was more direct and more public, like a sword out of its sheath, sharp and uncovered.

Wen Li smiled stiffly, and wanted to leave after replying casually.

However, Cheng Xiaoxiao next to him hugged Zuo Nuan directly, the two looked very familiar, you and I talked sentence by sentence, as if they were keeping a running account, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Hello, my name is Yan Sheng." The man on the other side approached and greeted him in a friendly manner, but his heroic and cold appearance did not match the word friendly at all.

Wen Li smiled and said decently: "Wen Li." ”

"I've heard of you." The man looked at him with no expression, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, and the boy heard an unclear feeling, and he politely replied, not wanting to delve into it.

Yan Sheng was still staring at him.

Wen Li was a little uncomfortable, he glanced not far away, Zuo Qing didn't seem to notice him, he was still shopping with the boy, and his peaceful gaze was as good as ever.