Wen Yu's absence from the wedding made Lin Jingchen lose face before, but now that he led Wen Yu to appear at the Song family's banquet, the gossip outside naturally broke itself.

Wen Yu wanted to shake off the hand on his waist, but Lin Jingchen increased his strength and tightened his grip, "Baby, don't move." ”

"You'd better talk." Wen Yu said angrily.

Lin Jingchen narrowed his eyes, "Naturally, as long as you are obedient, I won't touch your brother." ”

Wen Yu didn't struggle anymore, others came to greet her, and she echoed a few words.

Exactly like a puppet.

Sheng Yuchuan retracted his gaze, his eyes darkened, one hand in his pocket, and the other hand held the red wine slowly.

"Do you remember Wen Yu?" Song Yiyi asked him.

Sheng Yuchuan nodded to remember, Song Yiyi said, "She bullied you so much back then, and the Wen family can only say that they deserve it in such a situation now." ”

Song Yiyi vaguely remembers the afternoon of her junior year of high school.

The midsummer sunlight pours into the classroom through the gap in the sycamore leaves by the window, and teenagers and girls bow their heads to explain the topics.

Song Yiyi's nervous heart seemed to pop out, and Sheng Yuchuan's words seemed to be separated by a membrane, rustling, sullen, with the unique magnetism of a teenager.

There was a heckle at the back of the classroom, and she heard it, and her heart beat faster.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the stool next to Sheng Yuchuan was pulled away, and Wen Yu sat next to him, holding his chin with his hand, and his black hair spread down his shoulders to Sheng Yuchuan's arm.

Song Yiyi frowned: "Classmate, you're not from our class, are you?" ”

Wen Yu ignored her, and only said to Sheng Yuchuan: "You can only give me a lecture." ”

The boy irritably swept his hair away, and the tip of the pen pressed against the test paper, making a long mark.

He said, "Don't go too far. ”

Wen Yu smiled, smiling like a smart fox, "Then you agree to my request." ”

Later, Song Yiyi learned that Wen Yu's request was to let Sheng Yuchuan carry her home.

The girl on the young man's back waved her hands to greet Song Yiyi, and Song Yiyi saw Sheng Yuchuan's red ears.

He hasn't talked to her since.

Thinking back to the present, Sheng Yuchuan didn't respond to Song Yiyi's words, and she didn't mind, and walked towards Lin Jingchen with a wine glass.

"Brother Jingchen, I respect you." Song Yiyi raised his glass.

Lin Jingchen clinked wine glasses with her, "Yiyi is still so beautiful." ”

"Brother Jingchen is really good at talking, if only I had Wen Yu half beautiful, no matter what I do, there are still people waiting." Song Yiyi said.

Wen Yu ignored Song Yiyi's words, and glanced at Sheng Yuchuan with a little weakness.

"This is Sheng Yuchuan, the second son of Shengshi Group, and he is still our senior." Song Yiyi introduced.

"It's a bit impressive." Lin Jingchen raised his glass towards Sheng Yuchuan, "Mr. Sheng is good." ”

Sheng Yuchuan raised his wine glass and touched it casually, "Hello." ”

The attitude was neither salty nor light, which made Lin Jingchen slightly unhappy, "Mr. Sheng, this is my fiancée Wen Yu, her family has sponsored you to go to school before, remember?" ”

Sheng Yuchuan hooked the corners of his mouth, put the wine glass on the table, and stretched out his hand towards Wen Yu, "Naturally, I remember." ”

Wen Yu also put down the wine glass to shake hands with Sheng Yuchuan, her palm was cold, and she was sweating, Sheng Yuchuan's palm was broad and warm.

Holding hands together, Wen Yu's fingers scraped his palm, and the meaning of flattery was obvious.

However, Sheng Yuchuan didn't seem to appreciate it, and he withdrew his hand with some disgust, "Miss Wen, please respect yourself." ”