Liang Yujin bit her lip helplessly, and wanted to say something, but looking at Shen Yue's indifferent side face, in an instant, she couldn't say anything.

As soon as the rain and the others slowly stopped, Shen Yue simply gave Liang Yujin the umbrella in his hand and left first with his hat.

Shen Yue went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and the stomach medicine at home was all gone, he had a slight anorexia, and he often had no meals.

In the last few days, he has been very tired, but his stomach discomfort is like a sudden pain from thousands of needles.

After buying a few more boxes of medicine, Shen Yue went home.

He was greeted by a dark cold, Shen Yue took stomach medicine and lay on the sofa to rest, without turning on the light, the light coming in through the window was white and cold.

Shen Yue tilted his head blankly, and vaguely looked at a person's face from this faint moonlight, which was also so good-looking, so cold, like the moonlight, getting fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared into the morning light.

His heart ached, and the rising longing set off a fierce desire, he closed his eyes, muttered something, the silence made it more and more lonely, he gasped and covered his eyes with his arms, and after a while, silent tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, all the way to his sideburns.

My stomach hurts, I didn't have such pain before, but I've become squeamish.

Shen Yue wiped his face and sat up from the sofa, he unpacked the package, and the peach blossom crisp exuded a faint fragrance.

Twisted a piece and took a gentle bite, and the sweet and greasy taste instantly diffused.

The room was silent, and the darkness leaning in outside the window covered the room tightly.

The peach blossom crisp in the mouth doesn't seem to be so sweet, on the contrary, it has a bitter taste.

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And so it went for three years.

Wen Xien and Fan Xian are getting closer and closer, mainly because Wen Xien began to take over the Liang family's business, she has never been interested in this kind of business, but Liang Zhongshan is determined not to let Wen Xien get mixed up, so he really has no way to push, so he has to reluctantly take over some things.

Wen Xien has never studied well since she was a child, so even some small businesses make her feel extremely painful.

Every day is dizzy and annoying by various professional terms, and Liang Zhongshan also ordered that if he is not willing to study hard, he will not be allowed to go out, and Wen Xien is also hard at first, and he refuses to learn whether he is alive or dead, and he has been locked up for two months, so he can only sit in the company with his head down.

After more than a year of running-in, Wen Xien finally found a way to handle the business independently, although the results were not very satisfactory, but at least it was not very bad.

In this year, Fan Xian helped Wen Xien a lot, Fan Xian began to take over big business a few years earlier than her, and almost all of them can be negotiated, when Wen Xianen still stayed up late to study those incomprehensible reports, he was already handy with those big businesses, and became a giant in the business world.

So when he was willing to help Wen Xien figure it out step by step, Wen Xien was really grateful to him.

Later, Wen Xien also began to slowly take over those relatively large businesses, and Liang Zhongshan would also release some power, and after Wen Xien was on the right track, he would often find Fan Xian to come out for a drink.

"Two days after Mrs. Qi's birthday, don't you have a business to discuss with the Qi family? Going together? ”

Wen Xien nodded, "Okay, you can also prepare an extra gift for me." ”

Fan Xian shook his wine glass and scolded with a smile: "You clever ghost, you know how to call me." ”

Wen Xien laughed softly, and the end of his hoarse voice was slightly hooked up, with a bit of laziness when he first woke up.

She lowered her head and didn't speak, but her crow-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, looking seductive.

"How can you say that it is a summons? I'm asking you, Brother Fan......"

In the eyes of those rich second generations, they all regard Fan Xian as their brother, and they like Brother Fan and Brother Fan.

But when Brother Fan was in Wen Xien's mouth, he felt that his taste had changed.

The smoke gradually faded into the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them, Fan Xian looked at Wen Xien's affectionate but contented demeanor, and his heart suddenly jumped uncontrollably.

Fan Xian's movements paused, and he smiled calmly, "When you ask me, you will know that you will call my brother." ”

"Nothing." The beautiful man took a deep puff of his choking cigarette, the mouthpiece of which was bitten by the bright red lip and the dark water stains were a few debates, and he leaned on the sofa, as if he was giving alms, as if he was seducing.

The decadent and fragile seem to be at the mercy of others, and with a light touch, an inexplicable sense of fragility comes.

She puffed out the blue-gray smoke, raised her eyes to look at Fan Xian, and smiled with her beautiful eyebrows.

Fan Xian lowered his eyelashes slightly, and then hooked his shoulders to pick her up, his handsome and angular face showed an evil smile, sexy and a mess.

"I'm calling my brother to listen."

His tone was like a seductive child.

Fan Xian's body has a faint smell of wine, and when mixed with his high-grade cologne, it does not smell bad, on the contrary, there is a smell of male hormones.

So Wen Xien didn't push him away, but he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to call him.

Wen Xien finished drinking the wine in the glass, looked at his watch, and then said, "I won't mess with you, I still have business to discuss tomorrow, so I'll go back first." ”

Wen Xien just informed him, didn't want to pass by his company, and left with his coat.

Lu Qian, who was sitting on the other side, turned his head when he heard the movement at the door, and saw Fan Xian in a suit, sitting there alone and out of place, and sneered.

"Sheehan is gone? How to look like someone was abandoned. ”

Fan Xian glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Serve the wine." ”

Lu Qian was taken aback, his playful expression was restrained, and his tone revealed a bit of righteousness, "What's wrong, you still want to drink, are you okay, I'll just tell you." ”

Fan Xian didn't say a word, he leaned back and closed his eyes to recuperate, looking tired and tired.

Lu Qian hesitated a little, and didn't make a sound, beckoning the waiter to come over with a few bottles of brandy.

Waiting for the wine, Fan Xian raised his head, the ice cubes collided with the wine glass, and the Adam's apple rolled, clearing it to the end.

Seeing Fan Xian pouring three cups in a row, Lu Qian nervously snatched the cup over, "Brother Fan, you don't drink like this when you drink." ”

Fan Xian's eyes were dark, and he scratched his hair irritably, precipitating a thick depression.

He didn't answer, just leaned back on the couch, took out a cigarette and bit it.

The slender, bony hand turned the lighter, opened the lid with a snap and lit the fire, the fire was extinguished, and the smoke that came out covered his face, and he was extremely silent.

After a long time, he shook off the ashes of his cigarette, closed his eyes and continued to smoke, and a thin light fell from the lamp hanging from the ceiling, depicting this deep and sharp face.

The man's half-drooping eyelashes stretched out to the skin, leaving a faint shadow, and his meticulous hair was slightly messy.

(End of chapter)