The moon in the deep blue night has long been obscured by thick clouds.

The dim light fell on Bian Jichen's shoulders, and because he was standing on the edge of the shadows, half of his body was warm and half cold.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew and blew the black hair on his forehead.

The gently swaying hair quickly stopped on his eyebrows, and the warm and deep eyes under him stared at her faintly under the warm yellow light.

He had been watching her.

Jiang Chacha didn't know why he didn't avoid it at that time, so he stared at him fixedly with clear eyes.

Wen Huai stopped falling to the ground, stood firm, and hugged her steadily. His hands wrapped around her thin back, fingers resting lightly on her snow-white shoulders.

A gentleman and elegant, he holds a beautiful girl like a wounded lamb in his arms, like the exquisite romantic picture in which the author spends a lot of gorgeous pen and ink in a girl's comics.

Wen Huaizhi quickly noticed the gaze between them.

Bian Jichen didn't speak, and quickly cast his cold eyes on him.

That kind of eyes, with the meaning of naked sword clash, were so sharp that they seemed to have the sound of striking jade and striking gold in their ears.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses continued to smile.

knew that Bian Jichen might like the girl in his arms, and he was obviously not interested in their adolescent relationship at all, but he just suddenly wanted to provoke Bian Jichen.

It seems that their previous rumors are true.

Wen Huaizhi hugged Jiang Chacha, his eyes sparkled with a charming luster, smiled, and said slowly: "It turns out that someone has already come down the mountain to pick up the vice president." ”

Bian Jichen stood there calmly, and there was a breezy atmosphere on him. Compared to Wen Huaizhi, who is dark in his heart, he is the real moon god descending.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Huaizhi said to himself again, and his eyes under the glasses narrowed into a good-looking arc, "Vice President...... I accidentally fell down on the mountain, my knee was broken, and my foot was broken. ”

As he spoke, his eyelids downward, he looked at her with a look of pity, almost compassion.

It's as if he was so noble and holy.

"The vice president begged me on the mountain......" When Wen Huaizhi said this, he raised his eyes with a smile and looked at the calm and speechless Bian Jichen.

What is he doing?

Jiang Chacha felt that Bian Jichen's eyes were very strange when he looked at her just now, and it didn't seem to be angry when he said it, in short, it revealed coldness, and this coldness was not the same as his usual one, it seemed to be colder.

She no longer dared to look directly at Bian Jichen.

She didn't know what kind of mentality she was looking away.

However, she now heard Wen Huaizhi say such things as if she was crazy.

What the hell is he doing?

She lay in his arms, endured the pain in her ankles, and stared at him deadly.

Wen Huaizhi completely ignored her burning gaze.

"So, I kindly took her down."

Jiang Chacha was in a hurry, and secretly pinched the muscles on his waist with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that he was unmoved, his face was still light and breezy.

She gritted her teeth and pinched harder.

It's like a way to warn him.

Letting her hand play tricks on his waist through the fabric, he didn't even frown, still maintaining his grace.

Wen Huaizhi hooked his lips, but his gentle voice was full of cruel banter, "If I had known that Classmate Bian was waiting for the vice president here, then I wouldn't have come down with the vice president, but would have come over to inform Classmate Bian." ”

What the hell is he doing???

Did he take the wrong medicine tonight?

Why do you say that???

It's not good for him to say this!

He and Bian Jichen have no grievances and contradictions, did he get kicked in the head by a donkey today!

If you don't want your brain, you can donate it to someone else.

Wen Huaizhi was still standing under the street lamp, and he smiled. He could feel the woman in her arms like a frightened fawn after she said this, and the hand she placed on his waist couldn't help but tighten.

She buried her head in his chest, as if to vent her grievances, and her slender fingers took a certain strength, grabbing his shirt out of the twisted folds.

Everyone can hear and smell the provocative meaning in Huaizhi's words.

Hearing Huai's badness and his badness are the extent to which people grit their teeth with hatred, but there is no way to deal with him.

He is a smiling tiger, gentle and gentle when directed at you, and speaks the coldest and most vicious words in the gentlest voice.

You can't be angry, and you can't be angry.

Therefore, Wen Huaizhi is bad to the bones, rotten.

Bian Jichen remained unmoved.

The expression on his face was faint, he was like a cold mist on the top of a mountain, and his eyes were so cold that he seemed to have no emotions and six desires.

He put down the flashlight in his hand, then unfastened the cufflinks of the hollow gear, his fingers slowly folded, and gently pulled the sleeve up, revealing a lean, thin wrist.

His elegance is not as gorgeous as Wen Huaizhi's everything.

He is introverted, cold and detached with subtlety. It may be that the aristocratic life in England raised him with a low-key and noble temperament.

His elegance has long been infiltrated in his bones, he will not be gorgeous to the world, no matter when, just wait for you to inadvertently look over, you will find that his movements have long been moistened with elegance, and thus moved.

He was like a bottle of perfume sprayed on his wrist and under his ears, the smell was neither strong nor light, but his body temperature was volatile with essence, and when you needed it, it would give off the cold smell of vanilla root.

Wen Huaizhi watched his movements and raised his eyebrows.

Ginger Cha Cha felt a little hard to breathe again.

She was most afraid of such an occasion...... I'm most scared......

After Bian Jichen folded his sleeves, he walked over to him.

Under the dim street lamp, the white shirt on his body glowed dimly like a god, like a dream.

Wen Huaizhi still had a gentle smile on his face.

He wanted to see what Bian Jichen was going to do.

Are you angry?

Want to have a fight with him?

Or did he pretend to be tall and start to get angry?

Is it finally time to reveal the ugliest side of the truth?

Wen Huaizhi hooked his lips, the face that was mostly covered by shadows, and his lips hooked a strange and cruel arc.

He stood here elegantly to see how this noble son, who was usually indifferent and unsociable, broke his defense.

However, Bian Jichen did not become what he imagined.

He walked in front of him coldly, his pupils seemed to be cold to transparent when he looked at people, and when he looked at people, he didn't fall into the ground, and there was no temperature.

He was calm to the point that he was not human.

He moved his eyelids and was eye level with him.

"I did come to pick her up."

He said with a bleak and detached face.

"Then please give her back to me, President."