"Pushed." Yan Wangshu said.

At this time, the night of Shanghai has the meaning of autumn wind.

A cool breeze curled Wen Ran's hair, she shivered, and unconsciously stuck it into Yan Wangshu's arms while holding the gift box.

She reacted in his arms for half a second before she understood that what he said 'pushed' meant to let her push off the appointment with Liang Zimo.

Wen Ran looked at him and said in a firm tone: "You can't push it." ”

Yan Wangshu's eyes were faint, and there was a sense of mystery in the night that led people to explore, and it was impossible to tell whether it was warm or cold at the moment.

He took away the gift box between the two of them, put it on the back cover of the car, and tightened the hand on her waist, touching her intimately and feeling her......

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