On the other hand, he is always casual and lazy, and when he talks to friends opposite, occasionally a little smile appears on the corner of his lips, and that ruffian energy provokes many women in the restaurant to look at him.

This is exactly the same situation as it was four years ago.

But when she returned, she was still mired in this quagmire, and the feast was still so clean and noble, spotless, and lazily looking down on it all.

Fang Ci stood up abruptly and said calmly, "Qi Hongyuan, I have no interest in talking about investment matters, so that's the end of today." ”

She forgot to take her coat and turned to leave.

-

She went to the bathroom and washed her hands carefully.

Over the years, the gray pigeon tattoo on the root of the finger has become a little blurred.

After washing my hands for a while, I still couldn't suppress my disgust, so I walked out of the bathroom and walked to the elevator to see a lounge bar next door to the restaurant, and the lights were blurred inside.

Impulsively, she wanted to go over for a drink.

But as soon as this thought came to mind, she immediately dispelled it.

She smokes, but doesn't drink.

Because she was afraid that she would not be sober.

To her, the surroundings always seemed to be scary, and there was no environment that could make her feel at ease and drunk.

Only by the side of the Wen Zhiyan.

The only two drinking experiences were by his side.

After all, being entangled with him was the result of her deliberately giving up her sober self-consciousness and choosing to indulge with him.

It was the end of work, and there must be a lot of people at the main entrance of the building.

Fang Ci deliberately avoided the crowd, and after getting off the elevator, he went straight to the side door, which opened to a small alley, which was always empty.

Come under the side eaves and smell the damp rain.

It's raining outside.

The autumn rain was cold, and that's when she realized she had forgotten her coat in the restaurant.

She wore a loose cotton dress with an off-the-shoulder racer-neck, a cotton tie around her waist, and a flabby cool breeze.

I took out the cigarette case from the pocket on my side, took out one, and then touched the pocket, only to realize that the lighter was in the pocket of my coat.

So, with a cigarette in her lips, she looked down at the rain outside the porch.

At this moment, a familiar aura swept behind him.

Then, the tall figure of the man was enveloped in front of him.

Wen Zhiyan appeared in front of her.

He folded his hands in front of the cigarette, and there was a loud bang, and the flames burst out.

Fang Ci didn't even react a little, and raised his eyes in a daze.

The eyes are facing each other.

The light of the fire jumped under each other's eyes.

Wen Zhiyan lowered his eyelashes, and his excessively long eyelashes looked extremely affectionate when he stared at people.

It's as if she's the only thing in the world.

Fang Ci wanted to cry for no reason.

Fever in the eye sockets.

She brushed her eyelashes, put her hand on his, and lit the cigarette.

I helped light the fire, but the banquet didn't move.

The two of them remained extremely close, standing face to face.

Fang Ci's hand holding the cigarette fell to her side, and she turned her head and kept looking at the rain curtain.

There was silence for a while.

Wen Zhiyan said coldly, "...... Now, are you ready to take advantage of them? ”

Of course, he was referring to Qi Hongyuan in Fangcai's restaurant.

Fang Ci didn't react.

From his bird's-eye view, her long hair covered the side of her face, and only the beautiful tip of her nose like jade bones could be seen.

I don't know if it's frozen, it's faintly red.

“…… Wouldn't it be better to come directly to the Wenzhi Banquet? ”

He said without much warmth.

She was still silent.

After waiting for a few seconds, Wen Zhiyan seemed to be impatient, and the tiger clamped her jaw to force her to turn her head, and her voice was a little irritable, "Speak." ”

He froze.

The porcelain white and transparent face was full of tears.

The eyes and the tip of the nose were red, and the broken hair of the sideburns stuck to the cheeks.

Wet.

The tears were still flowing silently, and Fang Ci just looked up at him like that, biting his lip, but he still couldn't stop shaking.

The eyelashes are full of crystal teardrops, and the bright amber pupils are constantly washed by tears, and they are so clean that it makes people feel heartache.

This is the first time I've seen her cry.

Wen Zhiyan scolded secretly, took off his suit jacket to wrap her, pressed her into his arms, and called the driver, Uncle Qiao, with his free hand, and asked him to drive the car to the side door.

The Maybach 62S soon drove over, and Uncle Qiao trotted up with an umbrella to catch up.

Wen Zhiyan picked up Fang Ci horizontally, and Uncle Qiao struggled to tiptoe with an umbrella above his head, escorting him to put the little sister Fang in the back seat of the car.

-

Old villa on the first floor.

Wen Zhiyan put Fang Ci on the island, turned around and took a cup of warm water, and handed it to her.

Xu hadn't cried like this for more than 20 years, Fang Ci was in the numbness after venting his emotions, he took it in a daze, sent it to his lips in a daze, and drank half a cup of coo.

Just now in the car, she kept lying on his shoulder and crying, the handkerchief in the breast pocket of the suit was all soaked with her tears, Wen Zhiyan pulled a soft tissue from the side and touched her eyes.

"What are you crying about?"

His tone was not gentle, and even suppressed a hint of dryness, "Say a word to Lao Tzu, is it so wronged?" ”

Fang Ci stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then shook his head lightly and lowered his head.

It was a tear of panic and helplessness.

She originally wanted to take over the family business, stand up, and take back her right to speak in the Fang family.

She had long known that fleeing would not solve the real problem.

As long as Qu Yingqiu still commands her with the attitude of her mother for a second, then no matter how far she escapes, it is only a temporary escape, unless Qu Yingqiu is dead, otherwise, she will never have a bright day.

Just like Fang Niannian wants to return to the original language environment and cure her condition, she must come back to face all this, defeat Qu Yingqiu, and then be free from the shackles of the Fang family.

But she probably overestimated herself.

She is good at the letter of the law, and she is good at negotiating and debating in official situations, but she seems to have no idea what to do when it comes to low-mindedness, hypocrisy, and grievances.

She also hated being that kind of person.

She seems to be at the end of her rope now.

Wen Zhiyan was silent for a while, and lowered his voice, "...... Can you tell me? Why are you crying so aggrieved? What did Qi Hongyuan say unpleasantly? ”

Fang Ci lowered his eyes, and what caught his eyes was his thin waist and abdomen bound by the vest.

The urge in her heart was irrepressible, and after a few seconds of fighting with her willpower, she was defeated, and finally stretched out her arms around his neck.

Wen Zhiyan was pulled by her downward force, bent slightly, supported the table with one hand, and clasped her back with the other hand.

She nestled at the side of his neck, a warm wetness spreading from her eye sockets and touching the pale blue veins on the side of his neck.

She whispered to him, "Smell the feast," as she said on the night he had taken her from the Fang family villa to Cointreau a long time ago, "...... I want to drink. ”

The voice was a bit urn-like, even a little aggrieved.

Hearing this, he didn't say anything, clasped the palm of her back and slid down, held her buttocks, and picked her up with one arm.

He carried her to the second floor.

-

Fang Ci stood against the wall next to the wine cabinet like a student who had been punished.

Wen Zhiyan stood in front of the wine cabinet and mixed a glass of wine.

He handed her the glass.

The light liquor was served in a crystal clear glass, and she sniffed it under the tip of her nose, and she immediately remembered that it was Hanky Panky.

Fang Ci took a sip.

The tangy aroma and bitter taste, the memory of that kiss awakened almost instantly.

She raised her eyes to look at Wen Zhiyan, who had her hands in her pockets and said nothing, and whispered, "Do you want to taste it?" ”

Wen Zhiyan didn't move, only looked down at her.

She had been gone for four and a half years, and he hadn't drunk it again for four and a half years.

Fang Ci raised his arm for a while, but he still didn't mean to take it.

She slowly lowered her glass back on the wine cabinet.

After looking at each other like this for about ten seconds, Fang Ci grabbed his tie and tiptoed to kiss him.