Han Yanchen put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand held a cigarette, and approached Song Ning in a leisurely manner.

Song Ning didn't want to stay with him, and was about to leave immediately, but the man said shamelessly: "I don't mind letting the people in the box know about you seducing me a while ago." ”

"Mr. Han, what do you mean by this?"

Song Ning was not afraid of him, and turned to look at him: "Is it threatening me?" ”

Han Yanchen took a puff of cigarette and laughed without emotion: "That's not true." I just think that if Miss Song shows half of her skills to seduce me, my cousin won't dump you. ”

"Mr. Han."

Song Ning looked at him deeply, and then exhaled into the sky.

This man was far deeper than she imagined, and listening to the meaning of his words, Song Ning could almost guess that he had already known about her and Lu Xichen.

In other words, knowing that she was Lu Xichen's ex-girlfriend, she watched her clumsy acting skills, including the untrustworthy love words she said when she flattered him.

Not only did she not get the slightest advantage, but she also made herself like a joke.

Song Ning blinked, clenched her palms, and whispered to him: "Stinky!" While! bing！ Target! ”

Han Yanchen's hand with the cigarette stiffened for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Recognize me." ”

Song Zhihong took her to the dinner to discuss the list, and Song Ning did recognize Han Yanchen, but she didn't think he could recognize herself.

If she knew that he recognized her, she wouldn't have killed her.

Back then, he wore regular clothes to give gifts to her grandfather, his posture was as tall as an aspen, and there was no current copper smell on his body.

Song Ning was only eleven or twelve years old, sitting on the swing in the Jiang family's garden, swinging around, very well-behaved, and politely called him: Big brother.

At that time, Han Yanchen was not as cold as he is now, Song Ning called him, and he passed.

The swing was pushed higher and higher, and he protected her, and the garden was filled with the crisp laughter of young girls.

It has been a long time since Han Yanchen left the school and unit, so long that he almost forgot what he looked like back then, but he can vaguely remember the well-behaved way Song Ning called his eldest brother that afternoon.

No one expected to meet again, and she climbed into his bed without self-love.

Song Ning saw the strategizing look in his eyes, and she could imagine what kind of killing decision he made in the mall, she knew very well that a person like Han Yanchen might not even be a plaything to him.

She didn't care too much that she was stupid enough to rush in front of him and make a big mistake.

At this time, I just want to keep my distance from him.

She said: "Look, you don't lose either, although Lu Xichen and I have been talking about it for more than a year from freshman year to sophomore year, you know that I haven't done it with him." ”

He squinted and took a drag on his cigarette: "So? ”

Song Ning said: "Mr. Han has a lot, I don't know him when I see him in the future, if you let the people of the Lu family know that you have that kind of relationship with me, isn't it quite shameless?" ”

The street lights were not very bright, and Song Ning couldn't see what his face was, let alone what the old fox was thinking, but he heard him say: "That's not true, I'm quite aftertaste." ”

The tips of Song Ning's ears turned red.

Han Yanchen's cigarette butt was extinguished in the ashtray on the side of the road, and he took a step closer towards Song Ning.

He raised his hand and clasped her waist, and said something that made it impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood: "Isn't it very ambitious to stick to me?" Why don't you please me again tonight. ”

Song Ning swallowed in her throat, and her body involuntarily leaned back: "I'm at a loss." ”