Wen Xien sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy and teasing, with a little ill-will, "Do you want to know?" ”

He Runcheng nodded honestly.

"Then tell me what you like."

He Runcheng thought about it carefully, "I like to eat osmanthus cakes. ”

Hearing this answer, Wen Xien's expression was strange, "How old are you now?" ”

"I'm fourteen years old."

Fourteen can do a lot of things in this era, but the boy in front of him still doesn't understand anything, the main thing is that his eyes are too clean and clear, like a newborn child, which makes people unquestionable.

Wen Xien had no choice but to ask again, "Then what do you like besides osmanthus cake?" ”

What else do you like?

This question made He Runcheng a little embarrassed, his heart moved, and he quietly glanced at Wen Xien's delicate snow-white face, his ears were slightly hot, and he whispered, "I still like it...... Master. ”

"Do you like osmanthus cake a little more, or do you like me a little more."

Wen Xien teased him, but He Runcheng was really anxious, his expression was very tangled, as if this question was difficult to answer.

He likes osmanthus cake very much, but if he says this answer, will the young master be angry.

Wen Xien looked at him and blushed, and laughed.

After she laughed, she opened her eyes, and there was a trace of charm in her beautiful eyes due to the mist, and the perfect curvature of the corners of her mouth made her feel a sense of presumptuous charm.

He Runcheng looked at Wen Xien like this, the corners of his mouth were also curved, he didn't know why Wen Xien was smiling, but he looked at Wen Xien and smiled, he also wanted to laugh.

If Wen Xien could smile at him like this every day, then he thought he would like the young master more, although he was still very reluctant to accept the osmanthus cake in his heart.

Wen Xien smiled happily, and said with a smile, "Then when do you like someone more than osmanthus cake, then you really like her." ”

Seeing that He Runcheng was still very ignorant and confused, Wen Xien put away his smile, and his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became very gentle.

"Like someone, that is, when you look at her, your heart will involuntarily beat faster, you will want to see her every day, she will say a word to you, you will be very happy, you will want to touch the best things in front of her, you will want to be with her forever, this is like."

He Runcheng listened very seriously, but he didn't understand it very well, so he could only understand in a daze, if he liked someone, should he give his favorite osmanthus cake to another person?

His attention was quickly attracted by the warmth in Wen Xien's eyes, and it turned out that she would also show such a look.

It's because of that play.

It's because she likes that play.

His hands and feet were suddenly cold, and his heart was like being grabbed by wire.

This kind of young master made him a little strange, and he didn't like Wen Xien like this.

He couldn't even figure out if it was because Wen Xien showed this emotion to others, so he didn't like it.

He didn't like it anyway.

Wen Xien looked at He Runcheng's appearance, and patted his head funny, "When you grow up, you will understand." ”

He Runcheng tilted his head slightly, his white little face was pure white without pretense, and his eyes were like filtered lake water, wisps and clean, so clean that people didn't dare to touch it.

"Actually, it's good for you to do that." Wen Xien just likes this point in He Runcheng, he is clean and simple, without scheming, unlike those hypocritical people who are covered in a layer of skin.

Under the description of the warm lamp, Wen Xien was very close to him, and his originally extremely beautiful face was a little more demonic and bewildering, blooming layer by layer.

"I like the way you look."

He Runcheng was shocked when he heard the word liking, and he opened his clear and innocent eyes and asked, "Does the young master like me too?" ”

Wen Xien smiled even more happily, he felt that the person in front of him was like a simple little white rabbit, and there had never been a person like He Runcheng around her.

"My liking for you is different from my liking for Ah Yue." Wen Xien smiled and explained.

He Runcheng can't understand it, don't they all like it? Why is it different?

"When you grow up, you'll understand."

With this sentence again, He Runcheng involuntarily began to yearn for growing up.

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The Maple Pavilion Hotel is one of Shanghai's top entertainment venues, always brightly lit and drunk.

It is said that Fengting only accepts members, and in addition to military and political celebrities and wealthy families, the members are foreigners from consulates of various countries.

It was slightly dark.

The entrance of the hotel has long been full of incense cars and guests.

The brown-skinned Indian waiter opened the car door, and the celebrities and nobles all pulled their female companions and walked in front of the door to weave a carpet of gold and emerald.

In the oval lavish hall, the center is reserved for the dance floor, and in front of it is a golden stage.

There are not many seats scattered around, and there are about 100 people.

Looking around, a small number of blonde and blue-eyed foreigners dressed up, most of the black-haired and black-eyed faces are also well-known celebrities in Shanghai.

The white attendant led the person to sit down at the front of the side, and immediately a plump and beautiful woman wearing an embroidered cheongsam stepped forward to pour champagne.

Liang Zhongshan greeted Wen Xien, who had a cold face, and the celebrities and nobles.

At this time, Liang Zhongshan was old-fashioned and serious at home, and he talked with them very happily.

"This is Ling Gongzi, he is really a talent."

Liang Zhongshan smiled and pulled Wen Xien behind him to the front, "This is the little Liang Xien, Xien, don't call your uncle yet." ”

"Hello uncle!"

Even if Wen Xien was reluctant in his heart, he didn't dare to show a point on his face.

"I don't know if Sheehan remembers my kid."

A middle-aged man patted her shoulder with a smile, and the temperament he revealed made people feel not simple.

Wen Xien felt that this was a little familiar, but he really couldn't think of it, so he could only say haha, "Uncle, my memory is not very good, and I don't remember it very well." ”

"Hahaha." The middle-aged man laughed loudly and pointed to another place not far away, "That's my stinky boy, that kid thinks about you every day." ”

Wen Xien looked suspiciously in the direction he pointed, this one was unbelievable.

The smile on Wen Xien's face was about to be overwhelmed.

The young man not far away was talking to the people next to him, several of them were about the same age, and they were all second-generation soldiers or celebrities with extraordinary backgrounds.

He smiled brightly, the pear vortex on the side of his cheek appeared, and the hair on his forehead was pulled back by hairspray, like a handsome angel boy in Greek mythology.

Fan Xian!

Wen Xien could see it almost at a glance, after all, they had had a lot of friction in the past two years.

(End of chapter)