Fang Ci's face was unwavering.

She went to see the Smell Feast again.

He leaned back on the sofa like that, with his long legs open, one elbow resting on the armrest, an unlit cigarette between his fingers, and his slender and beautiful wrists and phalanges, lined with the dark sofa, looked beautiful.

There was a lazy and lazy sense of relaxation, and in the dim and misty light, the handsome face was demagogic.

It's unspeakably expensive, it's unattainable.

And those dark and deep eyes, drenched in a dangerous and wild evil energy, seemed to have been watching her all the time, and never looked away.

At this moment, from the first time she saw him, the feeling she had for him, "a hidden place", seemed to turn into substance.

She was stuck in this dirty game.

She was caught in the midst of this suffocating marriage.

And he, just like that, appeared outside the game, clean, spotless, looking down on it all.

His eyes, which looked so dangerous, were always focused on her.

The broad shoulders and thin waist, and the long legs, everything showed the aggressiveness of a man, but that embrace seemed to have a magic power on her, making her feel safe.

She was going to leave it all and go into his arms.

She wanted to leave it all and throw herself into his arms.

The thought was pushed by a decadent desire for destruction, which made her grit her teeth.

Fang Ci got up suddenly.

When he got up, the hem of his skirt swept to the empty wine glass, which gurgled and rolled twice on the carpet.

Everyone looked at her without blinking, and then looked at Song Yuze.

Song Yuze couldn't help but move his throat and waited anxiously.

Fang Ci was expressionless and walked around the table.

It's the direction of the corner.

Before everyone could react, she was already standing in front of the single sofa, and then knelt down on one knee between the legs of the sofa cushion and pressed down.

Long hair slipped down his shoulders and strands brushed the tip of his nose.

Wen Zhiyan smiled lazily at the corners of his lips, opened his arms lazily, and at the same time as Fang Ci pressed down, he raised his chin in an extremely sexy and natural posture to meet her lips.

The Adam's apple is prominent, and the ink serpentine tattoo is also displayed in front of everyone's eyes in a very stretched appearance.

Everyone on the second floor looked like they were petrified.

He looked at it in a daze, completely unresponsive.

The two parties to the whirlpool of events, one calmer than the other.

The lips touched, causing shivers.

Fang Ci stepped back a little impatiently, Wen Zhiyan was on her lips, and chuckled, "Is it fun?" ”

Fang Ci hated and hated, "Don't you want to be upright?" See how you end. ”

As he spoke, he straightened up and was about to retreat, but his back waist was clasped by his palm and pressed to his body, "Well, you want to go?" ”

Fang Ci fell into his arms.

It was enough to kiss him in public, she didn't expect him to play bigger, and her pupils dilated a little, "...... What else are you going to do? ”

A casual smile appeared on the corner of Wen Zhiyan's lips, and he whispered slowly—

"One minute, classmate Fang."

He covered the side of her face with one palm, cutting off everyone's view and kissed her on the lips.

His other hand, with the bracelet, reached through the sleeve of her overly long dress and grabbed her ring-wearing left hand, rubbing its fingertips slowly.

Finger wrapping, his bracelet her ring, Mo. Rubbing made the tips of her heart tremble, and she suddenly remembered the feeling of being filled.

Slowly, carefully, without distraction, I felt this real, minute by minute.

Contrary to them.

The whole space, everyone was scared silly.

His eyes widened, and his mind was full of only two words: Damn!

Song Yuze's eyes were about to split, and he got up suddenly, clenching his fists, but his eyes were a little dazed after being greatly impacted.

Zhan Cheng also automatically took responsibility, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Okay, it's been a minute." ”

As he spoke, he looked around and said with a smile, "You're pretty big." ”

Still no one dared to speak out.

Until Fang Ci got up, no one looked at him, turned his head and went downstairs.

Wen Zhiyan looked at her back, then drank the wine from his cup, and then got up, put one hand in his pocket, and walked to the card table.

He leaned over and picked up the poker package, grabbed Lou Yue's jaw with the other hand and pulled him in front of him, and slapped him in the face with the package, his voice was unwavering, and he couldn't hear joy or anger, "Whoever wants to kiss Song Yuze should go up and kiss himself." What kind of thing is it to only instruct others? ”

Those few beats have a tendency to get slower and heavier.

Everyone present held their breath and did not dare to move.

Wen Zhiyan finally let go of his hand and kicked the table, and the iron-framed table overturned in response, and the cards were scattered all over the ground.

“…… How old are you, can you change some interesting play, young masters? ”

-

Fang Ci was in the dressing room on the first floor.

Hand on the edge of the dressing table, leaning against the countertop, head down.

She felt a little panic in her heart.

She literally flipped the disgusting hand upside down.

This bit of panic quickly turned into a devastation that destroyed everything. Feel.

She seems to have been spoiled by the feast of smell. Perhaps, she is so bad herself.

The door was pushed open.

A tall figure appeared under the doorframe, against the light of the corridor, like a demon dragging a person into hell, or like a god who saved her.

Wen Zhiyan put his hands in his pockets, looked down at her, and smiled lightly, "Does it feel good to be above board?" ”

Fang Ci was silent, "Come in and close the door." ”

Hearing the feast turned a deaf ear, but leaned against the door panel, and touched the cigarette from his trouser pocket.

The light of the corridor slanted in, illuminating the small square inch.

There was a messy footstep, and then Song Yuze's somewhat drunken voice, "Fang Ci, come out!" ”

He found the door of the dressing room, saw the figure of Fang Ci on the side, and was about to rush in, but he was caught off guard, and a long-legged, spotless sneaker kicked the edge of the dressing table, blocking in front of him.

Wen Zhiyan's eyelashes were lowered, and he didn't even look at him.

Slowly put his hand together and lit a cigarette, then he lifted his eyelids, and the corners of his lips were a little condescending and mocking, "...... Looking for Fang Ci to settle accounts? ”

Song Yuze was stunned for a while, and hesitated, "I'...... I ......"

I can't say a complete sentence.

Wen Zhiyan looked at his face seriously for the first time, and after a few seconds, he said without being salty or light, "Song Yuze, your father hasn't called you yet?" ”

Song Yuze was circled again.

The conditioned reflex thought that he had provoked him again today, so he called Song Chengye again, and his mind turned for a long time, but he didn't come up with a reason.

At this time, as if pinching a watch, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrate.

When he took it out, it showed that it was his father.

He turned his head and picked it up.

They didn't say much, they just told him to go home immediately no matter where he was, and that he had important things to do.

Song Yuze responded and walked away.

There was silence in the powder room with the door open.

Fang Ci said without any emotion, "...... Are you satisfied? ”

"Far from it."

"So, Young Master Wen, what else are you not satisfied with?"

Fang Ci sarcastically mocked him.

Through the smoke that swirled through it, Wen Zhiyan looked at her and said, "I want to make you happy." ”

I don't want to see you Bow your eyebrows and pretend to be well-behaved in front of that rabble.

Love to watch you be yourself in front of them.

"Fang Ci," he said, "can you just try, and when you're not happy, you can make a face at these people and be yourself?" ”

"With my back, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

“…… Do you think I have a choice? ”

"Yes."

"From today onwards, half of the Song family's property is yours, and everyone has to look at your face to act, what else do you dare not do?"

Fang Ci was silent.

After a while, she straightened up, walked up to Wen Zhiyan, and said, "I have to go back to school tonight, you can't stop me." ”

Wen Zhiyan's arms are lazy, and he looks like I won't stop you.

She pushed him away and locked him in the dressing room to prevent him from repenting.

As soon as the door was closed, a figure appeared in the corner of the corridor.