Somehow, his mind moved, "You and ...... That person has a conflict? ”

Regarding why Wen Xien returned to the Liang family, everyone in the circle was guessing, and they all thought that she had had enough, so she came back.

But Fan Xian knew that it was definitely not, when the two of them quarreled in the pear orchard, Wen Xien's attitude was not like playing, she must have moved seriously.

Many people will make fun of Wen Xien with that play, but Wen Xien, who is very good at joking, is unusual, and almost got into a fight with someone, and no one dares to make that scene in front of Wen Xien after that.

No one can understand what the depths of the relationship are like, so it's best not to point fingers.

Young Master Liang's eyebrows and eyes were deep but with a hint of sickly paleness, cold light was dry, the eyelashes like crow's wings were long and lightly drooping, and his thin lips were as red as blood.

The words she said were casual, "The drama is ruthless, and it is normal for people." ”

This sentence secretly shows that Wen Xien and Xizi are not as simple as a conflict, and the two of them are afraid that they will break up directly.

The smile on Fan Xian's face, this is real, leaning slightly on Wen Xien's body, playing with the wine glass in his hand, the beautiful voice is very low, gentle like soft water in spring.

"Isn't it just a joke? If you like, I can find you a handful of beautiful ones. ”

If Fan Xian had said this before, Wen Xien would have lost his temper, took out the cigarette case from the glass table, and took a cigarette and bit it in his mouth.

Fan Xian stopped what he was doing and looked up, with an unconscious smile in his eyes.

He looked at the slender hand, and the blue and purple veins under the white flesh were faintly visible, with a sickly look.

A string of red coral bracelets hung loosely on his wrist, peeking out of the mottled shadows, making people think about it, and they wanted to pounce on it and squeeze it fiercely.

The most eye-catching thing is the ring on her ring finger, which means no matter what it is.

Fan Xian blinked, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

The thin fingertips of the bony knuckles clamped a thin cigarette, hung his head and lit the cigarette, but the lighter was not angry, and there was no flame in the middle of the sound.

Wen Xien lit a cigarette, but he couldn't light it, and angrily threw the lighter in front of him, and there was a click.

This movement was not big, but everyone was silent in an instant, and it was Lu Qian who came out to liven up the atmosphere, and it became lively.

Wen Xien grabbed his hair irritably, his expression gloomy.

Anyone could tell that she was in a bad mood.

Fan Xian sighed, leaned over and lit a fire for Wen Xien, the lit cigarette butt was like a touch of red in the chaotic night sky, and was quickly drowned by the smoke that came out.

"Why do you want to make yourself like this, for that person?"

"Can you not mention him?" Wen Xien, whose eyebrows were dim, took a deep breath of a slightly choked cigarette, the cigarette holder was bitten by the bright red lip and soaked in a few dark water stains, she leaned on the sofa, as if she was giving alms, and as if she was seducing.

It's like a fallen god, and it's clearly top-notch.

Fan Xian just tried it and saw that Wen Xien didn't seem to care, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xien has always loved and hated Ming, and he understood that Wen Xien tried slowly and began to let go.

In the process of letting go, Fan Xian can add fuel to the fire.

He really treats Wen Xien as a friend and a brother, and he doesn't want to see Wen Xien make a mess of himself for an unworthy person.

What's more, because of that person, they had a cold war for a year.

Fan Xian took a sip of the wine from the wine glass in his hand, and he put his arm around Wen Xien's shoulder, as if he had returned to the way they used to play together.

"Sheehan, people, look ahead, don't do such stupid things again."

How can he have the mature and steady appearance of others at the moment, long-winded like an old man.

When he got closer, Fan Xian smelled the smell that he had been thinking about for a long time, and this question had been haunting him since he was young.

What guy can be so fragrant?

Even a woman doesn't have the cold and indifferent fragrance of her.

So what brand of perfume does Wen Xien use?

Fan Xian quietly approached Wen Xi'en and sniffed deeply, his throat was dry and a little itchy.

"Why don't you speak? Are you still angry with me because of the pear orchard incident? When Fan Xian said this, he was actually aggrieved, which made his mature aura less serious.

Wen Xien extinguished the cigarette and slowly brought his face closer to Fan Xian, until his breaths intertwined.

Fan Xian looked at Wen Xien nervously, kept making swallowing movements, and her sexy Adam's apple moved up and down.

Wen Xien bent his eyes and laughed and said, "I'm not angry for a long time, I just sigh, you have changed a lot"

Fan Xian immediately relaxed when he heard Wen Xien say this, he exhaled a breath and complained a little: "Scared me to death, I thought you were still angry." ”

Fan Xian has indeed changed a lot, and he looks better, and both of them are introverted, but now looking at Wen Xien, his eyes seem to have many stars, shining.

The upper body blocked by the black shirt was propped up, like a fairy in the courtyard of the hook bar, with misty eyes and half-closed light disturbance.

Fan Xian was stunned, then red with the tips of his ears, and said softly, "You have also changed a lot......"

It may be that Fan Xian's blushing face is too funny, and Wen Xien laughed sullenly.

I don't know if it's because of the lighting, Fan Xian seems to see that there are water stains in her eyes, which are sparkling.

It was alienated and noble, unapproachable, like a bright moon that had been plucked, and when it was held in the palm of its hand, it became soft and amiable.

But Fan Xian couldn't laugh, he reached out and touched Wen Xien's hair, Wen Xien's hair was not as unapproachable as her appearance, it was fine and soft, and it felt like fine silk.

An absurd thought suddenly popped up in his mind, Fan Xian's heart was cold, looking at Wen Xien's seemingly casual look, there was a moment of blackness in front of him.

The heart seemed to be tightly tightened by cold and hard wires, and even the flesh and blood were stirred together, dull and huge.

Wen Xien still didn't let go, which was really incomprehensible to him.

He stared at Wen Xien, who was smiling quietly, expressionlessly for a few seconds, then grabbed her wrist and turned to Lu Qian.

"You guys play first, I'll go out with Sheen to talk."

Lu Qian saw that Fan Xian's expression was not quite right, and then looked at Wen Xien, he knew that Fan Xian would not mess around, so he agreed.

After saying that, Fan Xian dragged Wen Xien out, grabbing his wrist with such force that he almost grinded his bones.

Wen Xien frowned in pain, pursed his lips and didn't speak, stumbling and barely keeping up with him.

When they came to a corner where there was no one outside, Fan Xian pushed her against the wall, and Wen Xien was silent the whole time.

(End of chapter)