Bian Jichen's eyes were so dark that there were no other impurities, like water, like ice cubes, and the inside was as light as white.

His emotional appearance appears to be peaceful, restrained, and desireless.

However, the words that came out of his mouth were naked and honest possessive.

The cold appearance, the possession in the eyes, the blend of cold and heat, the contradictions are incompatible, and in this extreme contradiction, I see his silent eyes.

This is something that Wen Huaizhi did not expect.

Bian Jichen's bearing and calmness were beyond his expectations.

But, what made him even more incomprehensible was that.

When did Bian Jichen have such feelings for ginger tea?

His feelings are the pure love of a teenager, and with the naked possessiveness of a boy to a girl, so that this purity is no longer so pure.

The gentle smile in Wen Huaizhi's eyes faded, and the gentle curvature of the corners of his mouth disappeared together.

His face turned back to an almost gloomy look.

He didn't understand.

Why is it to the vice president of this woman?

Why Vice President?

His eyes sank, turning a dark black with no spots.

His face was expressionless.

He couldn't understand Bian Jichen's behavior.

He felt that the little mouse of the vice president was not worthy of anything, and it was worth Bian Jichen to do so.

In this long silence, Wen Huaizhi drooped and looked at the girl in his arms strangely.

This woman who caused a war without gunpowder smoke is like a mute at this time, her mouth is very closed, and she who usually opens her teeth and claws to him now doesn't dare to let go of a fart.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

He scrutinized her.

He always smiled hypocritically, but now he actually twisted his eyebrows.

Jiang Cha Cha felt like she was really going to be scared to death tonight......

First in the mountains, three roads, all met three different men, and what's worse is that the time and place of meeting the three men happened to be stuck nearby, which made her embarrassed to pick her feet, jumping up and down, like experiencing a life and death escape.

And now......

Wen Huaizhi's cold gaze stuck to her again.

And Bian Jichen is close at hand.

Ginger tea tea bites the lip.

Damn it! What are these things?

Wen Huaizhi looked at her for only a dozen seconds.

It is also long to say long, and short to say short.

He quickly looked away, his usual smile back on his face.

He felt pity.

Little did he know that anyone would be interested in a little mouse in an underground waterway.

The little mouse was crawling in the dark, damp place, and it smelled disgusting.

However, the man in front of him has a soft spot for the little mouse.

Wen Huaizhi pulled his lips and smiled.

Bian Jichen ignored his arrogance, stretched out, and forcefully snatched the girl in his arms from his arms.

Although it is strong, the strength of his acceptance of ginger tea is extremely light and stable.

Although Jiang Chacha was like a gust of wind blowing, her person lay in Bian Jichen's arms after that.

Instead of smelling Huaizhi's spicy and smoky woody scent, his body was as warm as the sun, as if she was protected by a strong sense of protection, and the smell of the earth's first snow melting.

Bian Jichen easily hugged her over and adjusted a comfortable position for her.

His body is so big, and the small one in her arms makes her feel very secure.

After Bian Jichen glanced at her, he looked at Wen Huaizhi, "Thank you." ”

With that, he turned around and took a few steps. The scene where he walks under the street lamp with her in his arms has a special Korean drama atmosphere.

Jiang Chacha changed to a man's neck hug again.

No matter which man's arms she stayed in, she didn't dare to make a sound.

Jiang Chacha noticed that he was walking, so he stopped.

Bian Jichen hugged her, suddenly turned sideways, and looked at Wen Huaizhi behind him with sharp eyes for no reason.

"But President, you seem to have made the Vice President uncomfortable just now."

His eyes were faint.

"This doesn't seem to match the president's usual gentlemanly philosophy."

Wen Huaizhi watched him leave with ginger tea in his arms without changing his face.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared at the end of the mountain road that a dark owl appeared on his face that outsiders didn't know.

He stood there for a long time, touched his pocket, and endured it again.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and calmly looked at the night in the mountain.

Soon after the yin owl appeared at the eyebrows, it disappeared.

He hooked his lips, a little suddenly.

He should have laughed at him.

Pity a damn little mouse, it's pathetic and hateful.

His brows furrowed, all the way to avoid the summer villa, and when he entered the apartment, he smiled gently at everyone all the way, the glint in his eyes, the slightly raised eyebrows, made him look particularly happy now.

A girl in the living room on the first floor who had a crush on him saw him come back and immediately ran over with the cat in her arms.

She looked at him adoringly and a little shyly.

"President! This is the kitten I picked up in the mountains, is it cute? ”

Wen Huaizhi stopped and looked at an orange cat that was walking leisurely and snuggling at his feet.

The cats in the mountains are very spiritual. Even the hair glows with an aura.

He squatted down, stretched out his broad hand, and not only rubbed its cat head indulgently, but also gently massaged it, and soon the wild cat was squinting in comfort, and its nose was making a shallow call.

"President, you really like small animals!"

In the girl's implied liking voice, Wen Huaizhi smiled, said goodbye to her gentlemanly, turned around and got on the elevator, and returned to his house.

When the door was closed, his face instantly darkened visibly as the dim tones of the unlit room.

He didn't even turn on the light, went straight to the bathroom, turned on the faucet suddenly, and washed and rubbed his hands frantically, as if he wanted to wash off a layer of skin on his hands.

Droplets of water splashed onto his narrow-rimmed glasses.

I don't know how many times he washed before he stopped, and in his eyes it was like the sea water receding and returning to calm.

He went back to the unlit living room and sat down on the couch.

He took out a cigarette, pinched it between his fingers, and took a puff, Sven's eyes closed slightly again under his glasses.

The cold room with no lights turned on is like the quiet blue mood at the moment.

The smoke between his fingers slowly rose, and then hazy his eyebrows, forming a barrier of nobility and mystery.

However, his restraint and calmness, after the next second he smelled the aroma of his shirt, collapsed and could not be dispersed any longer.

In addition to the smell of smoke, he also caught a cold fragrance from the smoke.

Faint, but with a strong sense of presence.

It was the cold scent of roses that had been stained on his clothes when she was lying in his arms.

He remembered the picture of Bian Jichen's hand snatching ginger tea from his arms.

The originally noble and elegant man had a touch of tyranny before the storm and torrent in his eyes, the thin cigarette in his hand was pinched by him, and the coffee table in the living room was suddenly kicked heavily, and the glass teacup on the table shook, snapped, and shattered.

Wen Huaizhi arched his body, his hands were holding his forehead stiffly, and his fingers were sunk deep in his black hair.

His eyebrows were almost distorted, and his pupils were frighteningly dark.

I don't know why, the scene of Bian Jichen holding her away was like a thorn, piercing the sensitive nerves in his brain and piercing his eyes.

(End of chapter)