Wen Zhen smiled softly, the cigarette lit between his fingers knocked on the edge of the ashtray, and asked casually, "Oh? Is it? ”

Xu Bocheng, "It's not just a hot conversation." ”

"And I think Mr. Xiao Ji is not ordinary to Miss Luo."

The words on the back are heavy bite, staring at her gloomily, meaning something.

Between the lines, there is a ruthless posture that is bound to pull her into the water.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Zhen looked at her deeply, as if asking casually.

His dusting movement was slow and slow, the corners of his lips were smiling, but his eyes were cold and cold.

Luo Jin's heart fell straight down, his bent fingers curled up, and then slowly released.

Than acting, isn't it?

She raised her head to meet Wen Zhen's gaze, her red lips curled, and she looked at him calmly.

"I didn't talk about anything, I just ran into the third master and Miss Chu together, and chatted casually."

Then he pretended to look at Xu Bocheng inadvertently, "But the rumors are true, the third master can sit in this position at a young age, and he must have extraordinary skills and courage." ”

"What do you think, Mr. Xu?"

She chuckled, her eyes curled with mockery and warning.

She's betting!

Sure enough, Xu Bocheng's face, which was still gloomy just now, suddenly became a little stiff.

His eyes stared at her deadly, as if he was unwilling and fearful.

Erjiucheng has a tacit rule, if you want to be stable, don't mess with Ji Yu.

There were people who were not afraid of dying and touching their heads before, and they all verified this truth with the lesson of blood.

He dared to pull Luo Jin into the water now, but he didn't dare to bite Ji Xiaosanye.

Xu Bocheng suppressed and pondered for a while before gritting his teeth, "Mr. Xiao Ji is indeed powerful, and he is young and promising. ”

"But Miss Luo is not bad." Xu Bocheng sneered, "A female streamer, turn me around." ”

The face of the light and the dark is about to be torn apart.

Wen Zhi chuckled, interrupting the stalemate.

He bent his fingers and tapped the table slowly and logically, and his voice was faint, "Okay." BenQ's business, give you sixty percent of the profits. ”

After taking enough benefits, Xu Bocheng gave up.

Before leaving, he glanced at her with some unwillingness and grievance, and when he passed by her, he lowered his voice.

"I hope Miss Luo will one day, but don't capsize in the gutter."

Even if Xu Bocheng left, her back was still tense, and her fingertips were cold.

It was never Xu Bocheng who was really difficult to deal with, but the person in front of him.

Wen Shu reached out and took her hand, kneading her fingertips lightly and heavily, "Why are your hands so cold?" Cold? ”

Then he picked up the cup on the table, clasped it in her palm, and closed it tightly.

The cup was piping hot water that had just been poured in.

Almost instantly, the scorching temperature was suddenly hot, and the palms of the hands tingled.

She subconsciously wanted to let go, but Wen Zhen's hand tightly clasped her phalanges and was forced to close.

Pain rushed by.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Zhen lowered his eyes to look at her.

Luo Jin lowered his eyes quietly, didn't speak, just a slight tremor in his spine.

"Let go if it hurts." His voice was low and gentle, like a reprimand for an ignorant child.

Then let go, casually rubbing her reddened fingertips.

"When it hurts, you will know what you should touch and what you shouldn't touch in the future, and you won't be stupid again."

Wen Zhen raised her hand again, and her back subconsciously stiffened.

Suddenly, I heard a chuckle.

Wen Zhen's hand stroked her back, patted it lightly, connived at it, and blamed her lightly, "What are you afraid of." ”

Every time she caressed like this, her hair flickered.

She had seen Wen Zhi deal with betrayers with her own eyes, he was always noble and gentle, but his methods made people tremble and chill.

Wen Shu grabbed her jaw and lifted it slightly.

"Xu Bocheng's matter, this is the last time, remember it."