In the newborn sun, she curled up in his arms, her whole body was white and shiny, her long hair was messy, and her nightdress was crooked.

The eyes are watery, and they are innocent.

Hearing the whereabouts of Zhiyan's hand, sure enough, he touched the wetness.

He lit the fire, but he was not responsible for the consequences, and re-lit a cigarette, so that he could watch her for a long time.

Fang Ci lowered his eyes to look at his trousers.

It's not without waves, on the contrary, maybe even more ...... than she

She said lightly, "Revenge?" ”

Wen Zhiyan snorted coldly from his nasal cavity, "It's far away." ”

Having abandoned him for four years, it is impossible for him to be without hatred.

He always had anger to vent.

Since crying in front of him downstairs in the VIEW restaurant last night, Fang Ci has decided not to fight him anymore, so at this time, she is calm, whatever he wants, she accepts it.

"And what are you going to do?" She asked.

Wen Zhiyan took a puff of cigarette, squinted his eyes, and said, "Fang Ci, let's start another game." ”

"Just like four years ago, everything is up to me."

“…… What rules? ”

"There is only one," he said, pinching her chin and forcing her to look at him...... I want you to be honest. ”

In the past four years, he chewed over and over the years of their old relationship, and realized that when the game began four years ago, she must have been ready to leave him, and all the sweetness was wrapped in her lies.

Fang Ci nodded lightly, "...... Is there a time limit? ”

When this question came out, she held her breath and waited for his answer.

"Two months."

That's the end of this acquisition.

When the time comes, depending on her choice, he will need her to take the initiative to go into his arms.

To Fang Ci, these were the same words as the fall of a guillotine.

The tip of her heart was in pain.

So, is his engagement to Liang Yuner just two months later?

"All right," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck again, "I promise you, absolutely honestly, and without reservation. ”

After a pause for two seconds, Wen Zhiyan wrapped one arm around her, buried the tip of his nose in the side of her neck and took a deep breath.

Four years and eight months later, it was as if he had finally breathed fresh air for the first time.

It's time to live.

Fang Ci whispered, "You take me to take a bath." He added, "After taking a shower, I'm going to eat rosemary rock salt bagels." ”

A few chuckles burst out of his throat.

The smile was a little petty, like seeing a girl she liked finally open her heart and learn to be pampered.

He likes her to do it with him, and he likes her to play with her temper.

He picked her up and went to the shower.

Even the service came home and helped her wash.

After washing, Fang Ci stood in front of the mirror and blew his hair.

Hearing this, he leaned on the sink and looked at her. There was a lazy smile at the corner of his lips, and there was a bit of bad energy at the bottom of his eyes.

That's what he is.

Fang Ci thought to himself.

Unbridled, wild and bad, it is difficult to resist.

-

Wen Zhiyan called Uncle Qiao to buy breakfast, and then went to the study.

There was supposed to be a morning meeting in the morning, but he didn't have time to go today, so he had to do it online.

The morning meeting was short and effective, and ended in 15 minutes.

Open WeChat, countless new messages, the first sentence is: Happy birthday Mr. Wen!

He has never been too lazy to reply to this kind of news, but now he is in a good mood and has replied with a group message of thanks.

In the next second, Zhan Chengyi's phone called.

When I pressed connect, I smiled and asked, "What's the matter, when did you start replying to birthday wishes?" ”

Wen Zhiyan snorted.

He has been an old friend for many years, and Zhan Cheng can also taste the emotions in his laughter, "The heart is so good? "Tentatively," ...... Is it possible, Miss Fang......"

Hearing this, the feast hummed.

Zhan Cheng also said sincerely, "Congratulations, the bitterness is sweet." ”

Over the years, I haven't seen him feel better, and several friends have also suffered and suffered a lot.

-

In the dressing room, her wardrobe remains the same.

Fang Ci changed his clothes, picked up the cotton dress that had been thrown away last night from the carpet next to the bed, and took out his mobile phone.

A few missed calls, Qu Yingqiu's Yang Shumei.

She opened WeChat and sent a message to Yang Shumei, telling her that she had stayed overnight and would go back today.

As for Qu Yingqiu's call, he probably came in interest to ask for guilt.

Last night, Qi Hongyuan was probably not very happy.

She sent a text message to Qu Yingqiu:

"I have my way, don't interfere with me again"

Sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking for a moment, she sent a WeChat message to Li Youxian:

": Do you know any more reliable professional managers? Can you introduce me to one?"

She felt that she was not a businessman, and if the Fang family wanted to introduce investment and drastic reforms, it would definitely need a professional professional manager to take care of it.

Li Youxian quickly pushed two business cards:

"These two are good, you can see them."

": Do you want to clean up the company on behalf of Mr. Qu?"

"Fang Ci: Well, thank you, I'll invite you to dinner another day."

": Why don't you ask Wen Shao for help?"

"Fang Ci: I don't want him to help me"

If he opened his mouth to Wen Zhiyan, let alone introduce professional managers, even if the Fang family was to be brought back to life in an instant, he would probably be able to do it.

But she didn't want to, at least in this regard, she didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

I don't want to listen to Qu Yingqiu anymore and scold her for hooking up with the young master of the Wen family.

-

After breakfast, Wen Zhiyan went upstairs to change clothes.

At that time, Fang Ci was standing next to the bed to send a message, and the VIEW restaurant said that someone had sent her coat and that she was sending the address of the Senhe Mansion to the other party.

Wen Zhiyan hugged her from behind, watched her press her phone, then pinched her chin and turned his head to kiss her.

Warm kiss, containing. Sucking. grinding, breathing heavier and heavier.

Fang Ci pushed his shoulder and said vaguely, "...... You...... Don't you go to work...... Hmmm......"

Wen Zhiyan untied the watch he had just put on, ripped off his tie, and said in a dumb voice, "No." ”

Chapter 40

Wen Zhiyan had already gone to work, Fang Ci slept for another two hours, got up and took a new shower, and went downstairs to take a taxi back to Senhe Mansion.

When I walked out of the porch, I saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of me, and a middle-aged woman in a suit and long pants with short hair standing next to the back door.

She smiled, "Miss Fang, I am Wen Shao's driver for you, and my surname is Hong."

Fang Ci paused, "...... This ......"

"For a while, no matter where you go, you can do whatever you want me to do."

New car and new driver.

A new beginning.

From the East 3rd Ring Road to the West 3rd Ring Road.

The scenery next to the Third Ring Road has not changed much, and it is still the familiar Beijing City.

Fang Ci leaned back and looked out the window.

What comes to mind is the smell banquet last night.

The gap of four and a half years was real, and he changed a lot in that style.

More ferocious and domineering than before.

Her tears, at first, were caused by grievances, but the second half were completely physiological, breathless, and made to cry.

They haven't even been run-in.