The women who broke their mouths behind their backs just now had already run away.

Swallowing his saliva, Su Xingchen gave himself a long period of psychological construction before slowly turning his head to look at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan sat in a wheelchair, obviously it was summer, it was not enough for him to wear a shirt and suit, and he also put on a brown coat and a cloak on his legs.

Su Xingchen bit his lip and raised his eyes to look at the man's face, suddenly, his eyes fell into amazement.

He's better than the books draw.

A melon seed face has well-proportioned and smooth lines, looking up at Su Xingchen slightly, revealing a rigid jawline and a slender neck, and the Adam's apple rolls up and down with the action of swallowing, sexy and sultry.

Shen Yan has short black hair, the broken hair in front of his forehead is a little long, and he bends two arcs from both sides, revealing only a smooth forehead in the middle, and then down, a pair of Danfeng eyes are swirling, the tails of the eyes are lightly curled, like a hook, the nose is like a gall, and the crimson thin lips raise an arc, looking like a good way to get along with.

Su Xingchen looked a little stunned, but he was a little scared, after all, there was a demonic soul under such a sick and weak skin.

But the strange thing is that the qi in his body is very weak.

People's spirit and spirit are supported by qi, and the strength of qi can also be seen from the amount of lifespan.

In other words, he is indeed frail, but what happened to the scene that gave her nightmares?

No, she doesn't have time to think about it now, she has to save her life.

Su Xingchen settled down, raised his eyes to look at Shen Yan, and saw that when he was wearing such a thick dress and sitting in a wheelchair, sympathy and distress prevailed.

Shen Yan had already been pushed over by the bodyguards, Su Xingchen's feet took two steps to the right, standing in front of the wheelchair, pinching his skirt anxiously, his voice was soft and soft, vaguely afraid.

"I broke my head yesterday, nonsense, I didn't mean to say that about you."

Shen Yan lifted his eyelids, the mockery at the corners of his lips became more obvious, his tone was subdued, and his timbre was warm and good.

"I haven't listened to Miss Su's bad words for a day or two, is it possible that you kowtow your head every day?"

Su Xingchen: "......"

Shen Yan really doesn't give people face at all.

"I can explain, it's all a misunderstanding, do you want to listen to me?"

Seeing the bodyguard pushing the wheelchair forward, Su Xingchen chased after him again and spoke cautiously.

The wheelchair did not stop, and Shen Yan's voice was casually scattered in the night, a little cold, as if it dissolved the heat of the air.

"Miss Su is interested in my brother, I have no opinion, as long as Miss Su stops pointing her nose and scolding me in the future, and I am clean, I am grateful."

Su Xingchen, who was blocked by this, couldn't say a word, and stood in place and complained about the female supporting role in the book.

"Shen Yan ......"

Taking a deep breath, Su Xingchen mustered up the courage to catch up again, and just after he exited, there was a commotion in the hall.

They were now facing the back entrance of the hall, and when they looked over, a group of people were in a circle, pointing and pointing, not knowing what was going on.

Shen Yan raised his hand, hooked his fingers, and the wheelchair continued to walk forward, and Su Xingchen hurriedly followed.

Pushing aside the layers of crowds, Su Xingchen and Shen Yan both stood in the first row before they could see what was going on.

In the middle, a girl in a white dress squatted on the ground, but her clothes seemed to be torn, she lowered her head and covered her chest, looking around uneasily, holding back the tears of humiliation in her eyes.