Chen Ke pondered for a few seconds and didn't dare to make a sound.

Because he has always been able to observe words and feelings, and can become Ren Xingwan's assistant, which is not all human spirits, Chen Ke faintly noticed the indifference and vinegar smell in the air, no matter which one it is, it seems that it is not the answer that the other party wants to hear.

Needless to say, Mr. He,

And the sentence "former me" said by Brother Ren, the modifier of the subject is "before".

Chen Ke hesitated and asked, "Why don't you ask Mr. Jing personally?" ”

“……”

Ren Xingwan didn't speak.

People are often afraid to know the answers to questions they can't put into words.

Under the light, the night was mixed with floating dust, shrouding the man's suit jacket and slowly falling, only the ring on the ring finger of his left hand was shining.

*

After it was over, Jing Mian first went to the doctor to hang up the water.

Mr. Ren had a notice, it was said that he would come to pick him up later, and on the phone, Jing Mian wanted to propose Master Ye to come, but he didn't think of a suitable reason.

So, at nine o'clock in the evening.

When Jingmian got into the car, he was still holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms.

When Mr. Ren glanced sideways, Jing Mian's face was slightly flushed, and he explained: "It was sent by a fan." ”

The man hummed softly, he started the car in advance, and at this moment the warm breath of the air conditioner filled the entire carriage, and he asked in a low voice: "Won't you get tired holding it?" ”

Jing Mian shook his head. But after thinking for a moment, it's better to put it in the back seat when driving.

It's just that when he just turned around and put the bouquet in the back seat, he found that in the corner of the back seat of the carriage, there was a handful of lush and splendid beautiful flowers, wrapped in white and delicate Sydney paper, lying quietly.

Jing Mian was stunned for a few seconds, carefully put the flowers aside, and asked, "Is it the flower that the fan sent to Mr.?" ”

"It's not."

Mr. Ren held the steering wheel in his hand, and under Jing Mian's slightly confused gaze, the two of them met their eyes: "It's my flower." ”

Jing Mian was slightly stunned.

The man's low voice rang out:

"Congratulations, you've won the game."

……

Until he got out of the car, Jing Mian was still holding the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

It's just that this time it's become a completely different bunch.

The cold and light aroma lingers on the tip of the nose, but it is not strong, just like quietly giving flowers to one's owner.

"Does your tooth still hurt?"

Jing Mian shook his head: "It's already much better." ”

"The doctor said that the recovery is very good, the inflammation has subsided, and if it doesn't hurt, you can do without surgery."

Mr. Ren: "Review before then." ”

Jing Mian nodded: "Hmm." ”

"Why do you wear it all the time?"

Jing Mian: "......? ”

It took Jing Mian a few seconds to react, and what Mr. was talking about was not the flower in his hand, but the mask that he had never taken off since he came out of the arena.

The heart tensed in this moment.

I wanted to at least last until I went home, but Mr. Ren would go about his own business and go to bed early, so that the man would not notice anything unusual.

It's just that now that he was asked unexpectedly, Jing Mian swallowed his saliva and said: "Because, holding the flower, if you take it down, you don't have a hand ......."

After speaking, I realized that I had made a mistake in expressing myself, and like this, it was more like urging Mr. Ren to help him get the bouquet.

It's just that when he came back to his senses, the man had already raised his hand, and his slender fingertips hooked the thin band behind his ear, Jing Mian's pupils tightened, and the black fabric covering his face fell off.

Jing Mian held the flower and met the man's gaze.

Although "......" was hung with water, the right cheek had not had time to reduce the swelling and bulge.

Jing Mian thought that his current appearance was about half of the skill of a bee sting.

I thought it would be an embarrassing and protracted look at each other, ending with the man's unwavering expression, but suddenly, Jing Mian, who lowered his eyes, noticed something unusual.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw that Mr. Ren seemed to be smiling.

- Unlike any previous time, it is not just a hook of the corners of the mouth, but a real smile from the heart, and the man's eyes are light and shadow, and the outline is soft and abnormal.

The laugh was so soft that it didn't even make a sound.

Since getting married, Jing Mian was also stunned and at a loss for the first time when she saw her husband.

Nothing else, just ......

It's so pretty.

The previous feeling of shame and embarrassment vanished at this moment, leaving only an irrepressible heartbeat in the chest.

The flowers in Jingmian's arms curled up because of their fingertips, and the sound of Sydney paper grinding made a slight noise.

Mr. Ren suddenly said, "Today's opponent is Dawn. ”

Jing Mian let out a "hmm".

"Friends who have played games together, as opponents, will it affect you?"

Jing Mian was stunned at first, as if he was more surprised that Mr. Ren would be interested in Guangyao than the question itself, the young man shook his head and said truthfully: "No." ”

"Then why,"

The man paused for a few seconds before whispering, "Double row with him?" ”

Mr. Ren may have asked about that time, that is, before they got married, Jing Mian pursed his lips and recalled seriously: "Because Dawn's skills are good, the score is fast, and there are few words." Don't hold back. ”

“… The experience value rises quickly, so that you are qualified to compete for the shadow guard. The boy silently added.

Shadow Guard... Naturally, it's Ash.

Jing Mian did not mention his name.

Probably more worried than Dawn that Ash's ID would be misunderstood by Mr.

Jing Mian and Mr. Ren walked into the elevator, and the elevator was dyed with the fragrance of flowers.

"Is he like me?"

Jing Mian: "? ”

It was a question that confused the boy, and he asked, "Dawn?" ”

Mr. Ren: "Dawn." ”

Jing Mian's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The same question, I heard it in the lounge today, He Jing said that Dawn was a bit like his lover, and he thought it was ridiculous at the time, so it seemed that it was not He Jing's delusion alone, and Mr. actually noticed it?

Jing Mian shook his head: "It's not like that." ”

After thinking about it, he added: "It's not like anywhere." ”

The man seemed stunned and repeated: "Nothing like it?" ”

"Hmm."

Jing Mian hugged the flower and said softly: "... Mr. is much better looking. ”

……

There was a silent silence all around.

Jing Mian smelled a hint of relief in this subtle silence, but it was a little unfamiliar, and he couldn't describe it accurately.

Or rather, he vaguely felt...... Mr. Ren's mood seems to have improved.

Fingerprints opened the door, Jing Mian puffed out his cheeks, put the bouquet of flowers sent by his husband on the side of the balcony, removed the pear paper, cut the base of the flower stem into an inclined plane, and put it into a vase of water.

When Jingmian sat down on the sofa, he saw Mr. Ren coming with something, and saw the white gauze wrapped in a ball, with a moist coldness.

When his face was cold, the boy realized that it was an ice cube wrapped in gauze and used to apply to his face.

It is used to reduce swelling.

When the man leaned over, he happened to be at eye level with Jing Mian.

"Where are we not like?"

He suddenly heard Mr. Ren ask.

Jing Mian was slightly stunned, realizing that it was still the topic just now, maybe it was his delusion, Mr. Ren seemed to like to hear him say that he was different from Dawn?

Jing Mian thought for a moment and opened his lips: "Mr. is much taller than him." ”

"It's more handsome than him, too."

"He is also more successful in his career, and he is the youngest person in power in this circle."

……

Unconsciously, as he spoke, he seemed to have changed from looking for the difference between the two to Mr. Kuaren.

The boy's ears slowly turned red. Seeing that the man was still waiting, he had no intention of stopping, so he had to bite the bullet and continue: "Mr. got married earlier. ”

"Find a mate before Dawn."

Mr. Ren laughed silently: "Hmm." ”

"One and only thing, Dawn......"

Jing Mian's voice suddenly stopped, as if he was hesitating to list the next one.

Mr. Ren: "? ”