This drunken circle of gold fans, for him, is only disgusting and makes him look down on him; For her, it is one shackle after another. Qu Yingqiu, Song Yuze, rules, marriage, and the unscrupulous scrutiny and ridicule of others in every game......

Whether she returned to Fang's house or came out to face the people in the circle, she was facing the squeeze and push of life.

No wonder she's always unhappy.

There is no place in Beijing where she can truly relax.

As a male, Song Yuze is the kind of person who has a three-way temperament, and she is like a fish in water in this smoky environment, but Fang Ci, as a girl, has a natural difference in strength and the possibility of sexual predation, which makes it completely impossible for her to live in peace.

She is such an arrogant character, she will be abused by Qu Yingqiu when she goes home, and when she comes out, she will suffer from the sexual eyes and lewd jokes of the opposite sex everywhere, and she will also suffer from Xiao Ling's bullying and face of the same sex......

All of this is enough to crush any 20-year-old girl who has been thrown from childhood to her hometown in the South.

However, she tried her best, and with her own efforts, she participated in competitions everywhere, won awards, and then got the opportunity to study abroad.

He got her back again.

Let her face the arrogance and cynicism of Qi Hongyuan and Liang Yun'er again.

also asked her lightly why she didn't go to fan Liang Yun'er.

The heart was overwhelmed by the pain that struck violently.

Wen Zhiyan gritted his teeth, held his forehead with his hands and closed his eyes.

He also thought he had done a good deed. The marriage between her and Song Yuze was smashed with more than a billion yuan, so that the Song family did not dare to show face to her anymore.

Zhan Cheng also patted him on the shoulder, "...... What's wrong? ”

Wen Zhiyan covered his face with his hands and said in a dumb voice, "...... I've always been like, too much. ”

Four years ago in a nightclub, she was teased by everyone to kiss Song Yuze, and he still did not move, betting that she would choose herself and take the initiative to come to his side.

Then I thought that even if she had drunk at that time, it must have been a great courage to kiss him with a blank face.

She was 20 years old.

Zhan Cheng also knows his temperament, very wild. When he was alone, it is estimated that he bullied that little sister Fang in the past and still is.

has been an old friend for many years, and he can understand it after a little thought in his heart:

At this time, he pulled Master Wen down from the altar and made him experience some human suffering, and it is estimated that he will feel uncomfortable at this time.

Zhan Cheng also comforted him, "It's okay, isn't she still by your side, it's not too late, you find time to have a good chat with her." ”

Not tonight.

She accompanied her sister to some rehabilitation class.

This sister deserves to die just like her mother.

It has caused so much trauma to her, leaving her with a home but like a homeless orphan.

Wen Zhiyan drank all the wine in his glass, and then lit a cigarette with red eyes.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Fang Ci, asking her to move to the old villa tomorrow.

After being afraid.

He couldn't afford to lose her again.

He's going to die.

Zhan Cheng also looked at him for a long time, deliberately said comfortingly, and said with a smile, "...... Fang Ci must have loved you very much, and he didn't touch your aura at all, and he planted you twice, twice. ”

He curled, "It's not been a week since you got her back, right?" In just a few days, she's with you again. ”

Wen Zhiyan closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

Others won't understand.

Zhan Cheng will not understand.

Between him and her, once they meet head-on, nothing slows down.

The two chatted for a while.

Wen Zhiyan stepped on the ground and turned the bar chair in one direction, leaning on the bar with his back weak, and resting his elbows back on the countertop.

He smoked two cigarettes, keeping his eyes down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhan Chengyi's mobile phone shook a few times, and it was a call from his fiancée Jiang Tang.

Asked when he would return, Zhan Cheng also replied with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, he seemed to remember something, "Oh yes, I heard Xiao Jiang say, last night at TOK, you embarrassed Liang Yun'er so much?" ”

Wen Zhiyan hummed lazily, "...... She threw away Fang Ci's clothes, and I asked her to pick them up, nothing else. ”

"Listening to Xiao Jiang, Liang Yun'er cried for a long time in the box later."

Wen Zhiyan was excited, "It has nothing to do with me." ”

"The point is not this, the point is that Liang Yun'er seems to have always felt that she will be engaged to you." Zhan Cheng also said, "Last night, Xiao Jiang told me that he poured bitter water, saying that Liang Yun'er had been playing prestige in their little sisters' circle by relying on this matter. ”

Hearing this kind of rhetoric, Wen Zhiyan frowned.

He had never been in contact with Liang Yun'er in private, and occasionally encountered them in various innings, and he never had any actions that would mislead her, and he always avoided them mercilessly.

How could she have such delusions?

On this day, on the way back to the old villa, Wen Zhiyan called Liang Yun'er's brother Liang Xiuyong and asked him to have a meal together at noon tomorrow and asked him to bring Liang Yun'er.

-

On the morning of Saturday, November 17, Fang Ci returned to Senhe Mansion from the rehabilitation class.

Sister Hong was already waiting in the underground parking lot, helped her get her suitcase, sent her to the Fang family's company, and then delivered her suitcase to the old villa.

At its peak, the Fang family's company was a few hundred people larger and rented an entire building.

In recent years, it has been downsized in several batches, and now it occupies only eight floors of the 25-story building.

On weekends, the company has only a few employees who are either on duty or working overtime.

The general assistant led Ye Qianbei and Fang Ci to the general manager's office, and the performance report, financial statements, and the company's high-level information were lined up on the desktop.

Ye Qianbei flipped through the information and said first, "Next week, I recommend a financial director to come over and do a handover, and by the way, check and clear all the past accounts." ”

Fang Ci nodded.

He continued, "There are too many holes, and it is useless to bring in investment now, so we will hold a meeting next Monday to announce the reform, and then directly interview the top leaders one by one, without giving them time to react." I'll write a proposal when I go back today. ”

With her help, Ye Qianbei and Fang Ci carefully sorted out the growth points and projects that dragged on in the performance report.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Ye Qianbei raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said with a smile, "Let's have a meal nearby, right?" There is a place with a general taste, but the environment is relatively good, suitable for chatting. ”

Fang Ci had no reason to refuse, and there were many details to talk to him about.

-

The environment is quiet, a bit like the place where Wenzhiyan took her last night.

The two sat down in the box, and the waiter served the food one by one.

Ye Qianbei poured her a glass of water, "...... You brought a driver, right? Would you like to have some alcohol? ”

Fang Ci shook his head, "Don't drink it." ”

"Don't you usually drink it?"

“…… Very occasionally, it will be drunk. ”

So far, in fact, there have only been three times.

Ye Qianbei raised his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds, then chuckled, "...... You don't look like someone who would get yourself drunk," he paused, "and that sense of guard, very strong." ”

The eyes are full of alienation and indifference, and they reject people thousands of miles away.

Fang Ci glanced at him and didn't answer.

Ye Qianbei continued, "Today is better, it is estimated that it is because I am familiar with it, the day I first met you, I smoked outside the mall, and I felt very obvious. ”

It was a moonless night, but it seemed like there was a layer of moonlight enveloping her, and she was standing a few tens of centimeters away, but it felt very far away.

Distant and fragile.

He is still continuing the topic.

Fang Ci smiled faintly, "...... No one has ever said that to me. ”

"That's weird," Ye Qianbei also smiled, thinking of something, and added, "...... Perhaps, aren't you like this in front of everyone? ”

Following his words, the first thing Fang Ci thought of was the feast of smells.

She was in front of him, it shouldn't be like this.

When we met for the first time outside of "Yun Qing", she didn't feel that there was a separation from him, everyone in this world was at the end of the barrier, and he was the only one who was on her side.

She lowered her eyelashes and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the napkin on the table.

Broken hair fell to the cheeks, the porcelain white face, the white teeth biting the lower lip, I don't know what to think.

Ye Qianbei leaned back in his chair, felt his mouth dry, and took a sip of the water cup.

She really doesn't seem to be aware of her charm at all, she is obviously so beautiful that she is moving, and if she changes to someone else, she has already relied on this beauty to be domineering, but she seems to only blindly retract herself, opening her thorns all over her body to guard against everyone.

Will anyone break through her defenses?

At the moment, in front of him, this line of defense shows not the slightest sign of loosening.

Fang Ci suddenly noticed his gaze on her, which was aggressive, making her a little uncomfortable.

She got up, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

In the top private restaurant, in the bathroom, every compartment is ridiculously large, and even the sink is built into the cubicle.

Fang Ci put his hand under the water, and the gray pigeon tattoo on the root of his finger became more and more blurred.

When I secretly got the tattoo, the tattoo artist said that the tattoo on the finger is easy to be worn out, after all, people have to wash their hands so many times a day.

She insisted on tattooing it, because she wanted the gray dove to exist in a place where she could see it at any time, so that freedom would not be so far away.

There was a bang on the door next door, followed by the sound of a phone call.