The point is, when she threw these figure stands here, she would kick them hard to vent her anger before leaving. For example, she was still stomping on one foot, and when she heard the movement of the balcony, she turned her head to look at him, and then she looked at him.

Therefore, he just witnessed the process of her erecting signs on these figures to "destroy the corpses and destroy the traces".

Forehead...... It's a bit embarrassing.

But she never thought that there would be someone on this balcony!! And it just happened to be raining lightly.

Forget about someone, why is it still Bian Jichen!

Jiang Chacha was so embarrassed that her toes were about to stand upside down, she curled up her toes, and then silently withdrew her shy feet.

She coughed and asked.

"Classmate Bian, why are you here?"

He didn't reply.

For a time, the atmosphere was awkward again.

After the embarrassment, Jiang Chacha was full of small question marks.

She didn't invite him, and it stands to reason that he couldn't have come over because he hated her so much.

"Also, that bouquet of flowers......" Jiang Chacha just asked, and then he felt a little unspeakable, and his voice gradually became inaudible.

She muttered quietly—

What does that bouquet mean.

Bian Jichen turned his back to her, the moon appeared again, the clear moonlight hugged his back, and the stiff suit cut out the outline of his figure, which was like the tip of a fountain pen straight down a sharp and hard line, making his back more and more lonely.

His elbows lazily rested on the railing, his three slender fingers dangling in the air, gently pinching the rim of the goblet, as if he were not holding wine in his hand, but slipping through the wind between his fingers, without taking away a trace of emotion.

He didn't answer.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chacha didn't dare to continue asking, so she had to deceive her mouth depressedly.

On a July night, even if you walk a few steps, the fabric on your back will stick to a thin, scorched sweat.

There is him standing here on the balcony, she, and three humanoid standing cards with her face printed on them, under the night, her face on the humanoid standing card is bleak, and she grinned, how weird it looks, Jiang Chacha has seen too much horror since the holiday, and she couldn't help but shudder.

It was only when she consciously wanted to get out of here and not get in the way of the eyes of this domineering president that she had just taken a step on her front foot.

Bian Jichen, who was facing away from her, finally turned his face sideways and cast a cold look.

The voice came from his dry throat.

"Why are you wearing these high heels?"

What heels.

At first, Jiang Chacha, who was unresponsive, was stunned, but then she suddenly realized, she looked down and looked at the pair of black high heels on her feet, which she had bought by tricking Bian Jichen.

Why wear this pair?

But for the mission of four million!

She can't just say that she likes his little vault!

This sentence killed her, and she didn't dare to say nonsense.

Her brain was racing, and she was going to find a way to fool her around.

So, she pretended to be shy and shrunk her feet, tucked her high heels under her skirt and hid them, she lowered her eyes, "Because this was given by classmate Bian." ”

Because he sent it, it makes a lot of sense, and it's normal to wear it out of the door, right?

In terms of ginger chacha's extremely simple brain circuit, this seems to make sense, and there is no contradiction at all.

Who knows, this sentence made Bian Jichen suddenly clench his wine glass, and in the night, at the moment when Jiang Chacha blinked, he turned around, and his eyes stared at her even more heavily.

He took three steps, two seconds, and came to her.

His tall figure enveloped her body, blocking out the lights coming from outside the hotel, making her eyelashes flutter rapidly.

He has always been self-denying, just like the plot described in the literature of the boss, and he suddenly grabbed her wrist strongly.

His hands were so hot that he could make a mark.

His voice was hoarse, with the smell of wine spraying on her face, he was calm and restrained, like a drunken confusion, but the little wine he drank was a small fight, not drunk at all, his breath was restrained and disordered, such a contradiction made the temperature rise quietly.

He exhaled a breath with the smell of wine, his cold eyes looked at her with complicated complexity, and his voice seemed to come out between his teeth with restraint, "Jiang Cha Cha, what do you mean." ”

Why do you always do something that makes him misunderstand to confuse his mind?

Ginger Chacha opened his mouth slightly.

Behind him, through a glass and wooden door, Dao Siwen's voice came, which was different from Bian Jichen's thinness, but had the charm of a violin sound.

"Vice President."

When Bian Jichen was out of control and held her hand, Wen Huaizhi just pushed the door open.