Back to the dorm.

Lu Xiang didn't know where she went, Wen Zhi was reading, and Yu Xiangwen was lying under the covers to make up for sleep.

Fang Ci thought that he had to find a quiet place where no one would disturb him and practice speaking.

Neither the dormitory nor the library are suitable......

Maybe...... Which old villa or Cointreau's big flat is the ideal occasion?

In these two places, the smell of the feast is not frequent.

was hesitating to send him a message, but WeChat popped up a message reminder first.

Song Yuze pulled her into the group chat of the Sunday party as promised.

"Song Yuze: @方慈. Smell less, I pulled my fiancée in."

No one spoke out in the group chat for a while.

Until Wen Zhiyan himself appeared and said:

"Smell the Feast: @方慈. Welcome."

Like a school of sardines that suddenly appeared, it was immediately followed by a series of emojis of welcome and applause.

Immediately, two more friend requests popped up in the "Contacts" column.

Chen Qiaoyue and Xiao Ling.

Fang Ci passed the friend application one by one, and instead of saying hello, he cut to the dialog box of the Banquet with Wen.

"I want to find a place to practice speaking, can you borrow me a place to live?"

After typing, delete it.

Too rusty.

After all, in just one week, her contact with him had reached a depth that no one had ever explored. Both on a physical level and on a spiritual level.

"Will you go back to that old villa recently?"

Delete again.

There is ambiguity, as if he is making an appointment with him.

After several editions, she decided to use the first one, which was simple and straightforward.

Before I finished typing, a message from the other party popped up in the dialog box:

Wen Zhiyan sent a screenshot with a line below her name that read, "The other party is typing."

"Smell Feast: Two Minutes"

Fang Ci's face was hot.

Just as he was about to send the original version, he made a voice call.

She looked up and saw that Yu Xiangwen was sleeping, so she got up and went to the balcony.

The glass sliding door closes.

"What's the matter? It's so hard to open your mouth. ”

His voice is very special, obviously smelling a bad energy, but it always gives her a strange sense of stability that she can rely on with peace of mind.

“…… I need a place where no one will disturb me to practice my speaking and prepare for IELTS in early December. Fang Ci puffed up, "Wenzhiyan, can you borrow my residence?" ”

“…… Do you need someone to help you listen to the pronunciation and expression logic? ”

It's certainly better to have someone to help correct it.

She went to school in her southern hometown before college, unlike other young masters, who grew up in an international school and had a good language environment. Reading and writing are better said, but the speaking part, which falls too far behind.

She didn't react for a moment, so she heard a low chuckle from there, "...... I can also borrow it from you. ”

The heat on his face increased by a few points, and Fang Cimo vaguely responded well.

"Next week," Wen Zhiyan said, "two nights, is it enough?" ”

"That's enough," she added softly, "thank you." ”

"How thanks?"

When he said three simple words, it seemed to have a meaningful aftertaste.

Fang Ci inexplicably felt that if the dialogue continued, it would fall into a kind of ambiguity. In the thick whirlpool. Her heart was beating fast, so she breathed a sigh of relief, calmly pulled away, and hung up the phone.

-

I thought that the news of the banquet would come, but he didn't.

The conversation between the two stopped at his "How to thank you?" It wasn't until Sunday night's party that Fang Ci finally met him.

For this party, a nightclub was chartered.

When Fang Ci arrived, the field was not yet hot.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a chaotic fragrance, and all kinds of perfume fragrances mixed with the smell of wine.

The interior is futuristic and technological, with red and green lights flashing and a beam of light passing in and out from time to time.

Wen Zhiyan was tall, and as soon as he turned the corner of the corridor and the dance floor appeared in front of him, Fang Ci saw him.

There were a lot of people, and they surrounded him layer by layer.

He saw her, too, and his gaze flickered on her face for a moment, then looked away.

He took the microphone and said a few simple words.

It's nothing more than a year abroad, I haven't seen you for a long time, please have a good time today.

When he said the words "have fun," his eyes moved to Fang Ci's face again, and word by word, as if he was speaking to her alone.

Wen Zhiyan gestured to the DJ and singer on the stage.

The lights dimmed twice, and several men and women dressed in cool clothes on the stage simultaneously opened several bottles of champagne at the stage.

There were a few bangs, white foam erupted, rhythmic music sounded, and the atmosphere suddenly became up.

The crowd seemed to have been switched on, swaying and jolting and cheering.

Li Youxian came in after Fang Ci, walked straight to Wenzhiyan, and whispered to him what he said.

The crowd dispersed on the dance floor, and Fang Ci saw the dress of Wen Zhiyan clearly.

He was wearing a black shirt with two buttons open at the neckline, trousers wrapped around his long legs with a strong sense of presence, no belt, and the hem of the shirt was casually tucked in.

Uninhibited.

With his hands in his pockets, his appearance is lazy, showing a bit of grace that is very consistent with the field.

However, I don't know if it's because of the cold white complexion, and there is a sense of cleanliness and alienation that is very inconsistent with the atmosphere.

Wen Zhiyan looked at her and said something.

The music was so loud and harsh that she couldn't hear it clearly, of course, but looking at the attitude and the shape of her lips, she should have said, "Come here." ”

Fang Ci finally moved his steps.

Approaching, Wen Zhiyan directly circled her wrist and led her across the dance floor to the upper floor.

Afraid of being seen, Fang Ci urgently broke free.

Wen Zhiyan only glanced back at her, seemed to smile, and didn't say much.

The second floor is relatively quiet.

Coming to the door of the box, Wen Zhiyan stopped and turned around.

Unexpectedly, he would stop, Fang Ci almost hit him on the back, hurriedly braked, and took two steps back.

Wen Zhiyan looked at her for a few seconds, lowered his neck slightly, pressed it in front of her face, and whispered, "Do you remember what I said?" ”

It was so close that the breath he breathed as he spoke fell on his cheeks, Fang Ci's heart pounded, he lowered his eyelashes, and said, "Remember." ”

He still looked at her, without meaning to end the conversation, as if waiting for something.

Fang Ci finally raised his eyes to look at him, adding, "Just looking at you." ”

-

The box on the second floor has long been played, some singing and some playing cards, which is very lively.

But when the box door was pushed open, it was silent.

Wen Zhiyan himself walked in with his pocket.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, not to mention the face, the handsome of an oriental man, but the silhouette is very three-dimensional, with wild tension all over the body.

No matter how many times you see it, it still makes people breathe.

Before everyone had time to cheer, they saw Fang Ci walking in behind him.

As Xiao Ling "ordered", she was dressed very plainly, with a cream-white suspender dress made of Tencel and a knitted cardigan of the same color on the outside.

Light and transparent, the eyebrows and eyes are cold, and the jade bones are natural.

The people in the box have their own thoughts.

Seeing that Fang Ci's expression was flat, Song Yuze sighed in his heart, isn't it in her heart, will she provoke Wen Shao downstairs again?

Xiao Ling snorted coldly, asking her to dress up plainly, why is she still so attractive.

Wen Zhiyan was pulled over by several close friends and sat down.

Song Yuze hurriedly stepped over and pulled Fang Ci aside.

"Why did you come in with Wen Shao?"

“…… I met downstairs and he took me to the box. ”

Song Yuze looked her up and down, "You didn't provoke him again, did you?" ”

"......" Fang Ci glanced at him and said lightly, "I don't know." ”

"My ancestor, how can you not know?" Song Yuze became anxious again.