She put her arms around his neck on tiptoe and hugged him tightly for a few moments.

Wen Zhiyan took a deep breath around her neck and whispered, "Play here for a while, and then go to the old villa?" ”

Fang Ci struggled slightly, "...... I had to go back to the dormitory, and there was a lot going on. ”

Wen Zhiyan laughed, "Let's play a game, if you win, I'll let you go." ”

"What game?"

"I didn't think about it."

He led her upstairs.

The bartender gave them a glass of Hanky Panky each, pushed the two glasses forward, and opened the curtain to the back kitchen.

Fang Ci took a sip of wine, feeling the bitterness with the aroma spread in his mouth.

Wen Zhiyan turned the high chair in the direction at this time, supported one leg, pulled her into his arms, and then pinched her chin, lowered his neck and kissed her lips gently.

He stared down at her for a long time and said, "I love you." ”

These words caused a long tremor in Fang Ci's heart.

She held her breath and reached into his hood, rubbing her fingertips against his ear.

She didn't answer him at all.

Chapter 32

Her hands were soft and cool.

The touch of kneading his ears with his fingertips remained in Wen Zhiyan's heart for a long time.

The two of them were silent for a while.

Until Wen Zhiyan let go of her, pressed the brim of his hat with his palm in front of his forehead, and said with a smile, "...... You win, send you back. ”

Fang Ci didn't react for a while.

“…… What? ”

"Games."

She sighed, "...... When was it conducted? ”

Wen Zhiyan laughed from his nose, lowered his eyes, and did not speak.

Maybach sent her back to the dormitory first.

In the back seat, Wen Zhiyan leaned on the car window and looked out the window.

The so-called "game" was just a casual remark, but when he said "I love you" for the first time in his life, she was silent for a long time, and he understood that no matter what the game was, she had won.

He has never been a person who thinks too much about internal friction.

But this night, my mind couldn't help but fall into chaos.

He didn't want to think about the reason for her silence.

But even if you don't think about it, you can't avoid a dull pain in your heart.

Like some kind of chronic inflammation, in the course of his normal class and group practice, it will come suddenly for no reason.

The pain, slowly cutting through his heart, made him realize in hindsight that, oh, the pain was caused by her avoidance of her silence.

After the night of December 27th, Wen Zhiyan did not contact her for several days.

He didn't come to contact, and Fang Ci naturally didn't send him a message.

She's so busy – exam week is here.

But every now and then, she would think about the night when he inexplicably said, "Play a game, you win, let you go," and before she knew it, he announced that she had won.

Not only now, but for many years afterward, she has not been able to understand how this so-called "game" can be declared that she has won.

-

It wasn't until the 31st that Wen Zhiyan finally contacted her:

"Wenzhi Banquet: There is a family banquet in the evening, and I can't go with you for New Year's Eve."

"Fang Ci: Okay"

"Smell the Feast:."

staring at him in a daze, Fang Ci realized that there seemed to be something wrong with them.

Her mind was so busy with exams and preparation that she didn't have time to sort it out, and the two of them had a problem in the end.

It was afternoon when the message was sent, and Wen Zhiyan was in the old mansion of the Wen family.

He sat on the sofa in the old man's study, flipping through a financial magazine.

Wen Penghou sat on another sofa not far away drinking tea and asked, "You haven't tried on your evening clothes yet?" ”

The family feast was an important occasion, and it was customary to choose a few suits and put them in his room, but until now, he had no intention of going upstairs.

Hearing the feast, he didn't say anything, and his hand didn't stop turning the page.

Wen Penghou looked him up and down.

He likes to wear hats, hooded sweatshirts with hoods, and baseball caps without hoods.

Wen Penghou has always felt that he hates certain things in the outside world and wants to isolate himself.

But these days seem to be a little different, he seems to be a little decadent, wearing a hood at the moment, there is a little bit of meaning to hide himself.

"What's going on?" Wen Penghou asked gently, "...... Broke up with the little girl of the Fang family? ”

Wen Zhiyan finally reacted, his fingers paused, and he lazily lifted his eyelids and looked over, "...... Why? Do you think she had such an impact on me? ”

Wen Penghou chewed these words in his heart, and immediately realized that he was testing him.

“…… I don't know, "pause," ...... But you are still young, and the love of your youth is rarely long-lasting. ”

This is even like a comfort.

Hearing this, the feast sneered.

He didn't seem to care about that.

His eyelashes twitched, "Whether it will last long or not, I have the final say." ”

After all, he watched him grow up, and Wen Penghou could certainly taste the meaning behind these words: Don't interfere with me.

Wen Penghou was a little lucky.

Fortunately, it was the Fang family that the girl took the initiative to leave, and there was no need for him to make a move. Once he intervenes, then, between their grandparents and grandchildren, I am afraid that it will be over.

-

At 8 p.m., the feast began on time.

Wen family is huge, Wen Penghou has two sons and two daughters, the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law have two sons, Wen Zhou Wen's banquet, the youngest son in the group as the executive director of China, so far unmarried, two daughters have been married, the children are already familiar with the group's affairs.

The eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law are engaged in art abroad and do not return home all the year round, and Wen Zhou and Wen Zhiyan have been fostered under Wen Penghou's knees.

Also present at the banquet were the family members of the late Grandma Wen.

The whole Wenjia old house is brightly lit and lively.

Wen Zhiyan walked down from downstairs lazily.

He didn't change into a suit at the end of the day.

Many people came to greet him, and the two aunts also brought their children over and asked them to call him brother.

When he was a child, his mother was not with him during the holidays, and his two aunts invisibly took on the responsibilities of his mother, and when he grew up and was made heir, the two aunts were a little afraid of him.

After a while, he spent a lot of time with his aunts' children, and the relationship between aunt and nephew was reconciled again.

Wen Penghou said that he was not ruthless, and it was also because of this matter.

He has his own set of rules for dealing with the world, and he doesn't care at all about what is outside his territory, and what is within his territory is that he will repay his kindness.

At the family banquet, most of the people drank some wine, and the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

Wenzhiyan was not interested, and he didn't want to drink wine, so he just ate something casually.

In the midst of this noise, his heart was a messy silence after being drunk and golden.

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch a few times, he got up from his seat and walked out without saying a word.

Wen Penghou looked at his back, shook his head lightly and sighed.

-

On Chinese New Year's Eve, in fact, there were quite a few bureaus in various small groups of Gongzi brothers, but the Wenzhi banquet did not go anywhere, and Bugatti Chiron galloped all the way, driving from the old house of the Wen family to the old villa.

When he became an adult, Wen Penghou gave him this villa as a New Year's gift, saying that it would be his future wedding house.

He was so scornful of love and marriage that he wasn't even interested in coming and seeing.

Why did you bring her?

Thinking about what he didn't have, he opened the carved electric iron door and walked along the driveway around the fountain to the porch.

After parking the car, I looked at the dark house, but suddenly lost the interest in getting out of the car.

After sitting in the driver's seat for a long time, there was a slight movement in the front windshield.

It's raining.

The weather in Beijing is strange, and it is often winter, and the snow is still difficult to condense.

He opened the door and got out of the car.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the dark window of the master bedroom on the second floor, but he still couldn't move.

She's afraid of the dark.

I keep thinking this kind of inexplicable thought in my head.