With one hand in his pocket, his posture is languid.

Looking at it from a distance, there is a bit of unapproachable extravagance and alienation.

Fang Ci's footsteps paused slightly.

According to social etiquette, she probably shouldn't have gone any further.

Song Yuze, who was chasing after him, saw that her footsteps stopped, and wanted to rush up to attack, but when he saw the people under the old locust tree, he also stopped.

Then, Fang Ci heard Song Yuze's voice a little uncertain and a little happy, "...... Smell less? ”

The boy under the old locust tree didn't react, I don't know if he didn't hear it.

Song Yuze hurriedly greeted him, and when he got closer, he confirmed, "It's really you, I haven't seen you for a long time, I heard that you have returned to China, and I want to ask you out to play when I want to." ”

This is really a bit of a gold sticker on his face, as if he can ask him out.

At a distance, the man's attitude was casual, and he let out a vague smile through his nose, "Yes." ”

"Last time I went to the UK, I made a special trip to find you, but unfortunately, I heard that the housekeeper said that I didn't know where you went, so I didn't see you."

Song Yuze was very dense at this time, and his attitude was earnest, which was similar to the high-spirited energy that faced Fang Ci just now.

Wen Zhiyan didn't answer, was silent for a few seconds, and asked lightly, "Why are you here?" ”

"Harm," Wen Zhiyan was able to take the initiative to ask him, Song Yuze was probably a little flattered, and hurriedly replied, "It's not those things that the adults have decided, isn't the Fang family going to marry us, the two parents will meet first for a meal." ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head and gestured back, "Fang family's girl." ”

Fang Ci was about to look away, but the man turned his head to look at him at this moment.

The hood was fastened on his head, and his eyebrows were hidden in the shadow of the falling brim, and he couldn't see it really. Only the thin and smooth jawline contour falls in the clear yellow street light shadow.

Somehow, Fang Ci seemed to be frozen.

Chapter 2

The wind was blowing, carrying with it the smell of dampness.

The rain is about to fall.

The man's gaze lingered on her for about three or four seconds, then looked away.

Fang Ci turned to face the silent road and took a puff on his cigarette.

It's as if these two weren't there.

Smell less.

A feast of smells.

She had never met him before. Nor is it intended to provoke.

Seeing her appearance of not caring for people, Song Yuze sighed, as if impatient, "Wen Shao, she is like this, she doesn't like to talk." ”

Wen Zhiyan still didn't answer his topic, but said, "Where did you eat?" Cloud light? ”

"Yes." Song Yuze replied, he still wanted to talk about something, so he heard that the banquet didn't matter, and said, "Your parents are still there?" You go over and say it, and I'll ask the chef to add a dish to you, which is kind of a greeting to a few elders. ”

Song Yuze was solidly flattered this time, his eyes were dilated for two seconds, and he hurriedly said, "Thank you, Wen Shao." ”

Looking at that posture, I can't wait to bow to the banquet of Wenzhi.

He turned his head to see that Fang Ci was still standing there, as puzzled as a piece of wood.

But he can't take care of her at this time, such a good opportunity to pretend to be forced, he has to hurry back to the Yunqing box and announce the matter of Wen Shao's food.

In the short few minutes of walking back to Yunqing from the roadside outside the convenience store, Song Yuze was pondering the wording after entering the box later, trying to surprise the audience with one mouth.

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Song Yuze left, and the roadside returned to silence.

Fang Ci didn't move a single step, and continued to stand on the side of the road and smoke.

She didn't go to the banquet, and it had nothing to do with her whether he left or stayed.

When I was halfway through the cigarette, it started to rain.

A few drops fell sporadically on the arm, a cold touch.

It must not have been half a minute before Fang Ci sensed that Wen Zhiyan was walking towards her and stopped beside her.

Then the top of his head was covered by a large black umbrella.

Fang Ci was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look.

The eye is a cold white hand, and the joints are repaired. The long fingers hold the umbrella bone, and the middle finger wears a silver industrial-style ring with a wide ring.

Further up, his face was under the brim of the hood.

It was undoubtedly a handsome face of Peugeot, and in the night, you could see the smooth jaw contour and the erect nose bridge.

But what impressed Fang Ci the most was those eyes.

It is dark and deep, revealing a wild nature that has nothing to say, but the eyelashes at the end of the eyes are too long, like soft willow branches on the spring waves, so when I look at people, I am a little affectionate.

There was a vague smile on the corner of his lips, "Hello." ”

"Borrow a cigarette," paused, "Is it convenient?" ”

Low Beijing accent.

The sound is very special, with a lazy tone, low and magnetic. It's the kind of audio that is released on social platforms, and there will be a bunch of comments below it called my husband's voice.

Behind you is a convenience store with signboards lit up day and night.

But at this moment, he first helped her open an umbrella to release his kindness, and Fang Ci had no reason not to borrow it.

She took a white cigarette case and lighter out of her knit pocket and handed them to him.

Wen Zhiyan naturally handed the umbrella forward and motioned for her to help with it.

He folded his hands and lit a cigarette.

There was a click, and the flames burst out.

The plastic lighter was of inferior quality, and Fang Ci had planned to use it just now, so he didn't adjust the size of the flame.

The flame was too long, and the scarlet flame lit up for only a few seconds, reflecting his eyebrows.

In that brief moment, Wen Zhiyan lifted his eyelids to look at her.

Hitomi was dyed with firelight, and it was very deep.

Being stared at by that gaze, Fang Ci suddenly felt that the soul that had been separated from the body suddenly crashed back into the body.

Wen Zhiyan didn't take the umbrella right away, but looked up at the sky.

The rain was getting heavier, crashing on the ground, splashing and wetting his shoes.

Fang Ci turned his face straight, but for two seconds, he turned his head to look at him again.

The clear yellow street lamp outlines a smooth and sharp jaw line, the Adam's apple is raised, and there seems to be a tattoo on it, which is not real from this angle.

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at her, "...... Where are you going? Drop by. ”

It's really hard to get a taxi in this weather.

She didn't want to go back to school at this time, let alone go home.

After being silent, Fang Ci did not answer the rhetorical question, "...... Where were you going? ”

It was the first time she had spoken.

The voice is very light and light, which makes people subconsciously want to hold their breath and carefully capture the aftertaste.

This is the destination of the Wenzhi Banquet tonight.

Of course, it could not have been a coincidence that he appeared on the side of this quiet road.

Wen Zhiyan took the umbrella, and the heat source in the palm of his hand was transmitted between the two.

He let out a lazy laugh and spoke, "Except for home and school." ”

The words leave a dangerous aftertaste.

He is not a complete stranger, but her understanding of him comes almost entirely from the hearsay gossip of his classmates and Song Yuze's pursuit of him.

Fang Ci thought that he was probably going to a clubhouse bar or nightclub, "...... You can put me wherever you want, not outdoors, thank you. ”

She hadn't been to a sensual occasion yet, and she hadn't even drunk alcohol. Tonight, perhaps, is an opportunity to get off track.

Wen Zhiyan paused, looked at her deeply, his eyes were dyed with a bit of ruffianism, and he nodded casually, "Cheng." ”

With that, he thrust the handle of the umbrella into her hand again, and slid down his forehead with the hood in his palm, the brim of which hid his brow even deeper.

He bent slightly under the umbrella and stepped into the rain with one hand in his pocket.

Fang Ci was stunned on the spot, reacted, and took steps to follow.

Small puddles quickly gathered in the pavement hollows, and her martin boots clicked on them.

Fang Ci raised his eyes to look ahead, and the tall figure of Wen Zhiyan seemed to be smudged by the night rain, almost blending in with the night.

Walking past four or five locust trees, Fang Ci saw a Bugatti Chiron parked on the side of the road, its body was completely black, like a beast lurking in the rainy night waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

She had already heard her roommates in the dormitory talk that this car was a commonly used car for the seniors' banquet, with a limited edition and an amazing price.

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The engine roared.

As soon as Fang Ci fastened his seatbelt, Bugatti burst out.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it slammed into the front windshield and was quickly carried away by the windshield wipers.

In the gallop, Fang Ci only had joy in his heart.

No wonder everyone loves sports cars.

The feeling of wanton is incomparable.