The trail passes through a narrow block, and at night, only a few taverns are still open.

There are often drunk people on the side of the road, and for safety, she never wears headphones, and every time she tenses the nerves of her whole body and passes quickly.

But from the second week she moved here, she noticed that there was a very large Asian man who seemed to go to the same college as her, and that his apartment was also upstairs from her.

Often, like her, she learns late in the library and then travels home along the way.

Probably this Asian man, who had never encountered danger when she walked this night road.

That night, Fang Ci vaguely saw that the big Asian seemed to have stopped at an open-air tavern on the side of the road.

It's probably a cold day, so I bought a bottle of wine to drink by the way.

Fang Ci wanted to go with him, so he went to a nearby convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes.

When I came out of the cigarette after buying the cigarette, I saw the big man sitting under the tavern shed across the narrow street, sipping wine from time to time while looking at the sky.

Fang Ci stood on the side of the road and lit a cigarette.

It was cold, she was wearing a long black coat with a waist, a beanie hat on her head, and a pair of low-heeled leather boots on her feet.

Standing at the mouth of the alley, I inadvertently looked into the alley.

She froze.

Deep in the alley is a tall figure with a gray hooded sweatshirt and a hood buttoned over his head.

From this angle, you can see his oblique side, the bridge of his nose high, his hands out of his trouser pockets, and his hands on a cigarette.

She knew it couldn't be a feast of smells.

Even if he were to show up in London, it would only be in a wealthy neighborhood, not in this mixed neighborhood.

But that tall body is too similar.

She couldn't help but freeze, her heart pounded, the blood flow of her whole body accelerated, and her eyes were hot, as if she wanted to melt this snowy day.

She lowered her eyes almost in panic and took a drag on her cigarette.

I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to smell the banquet on such a snowy night.

Perhaps, his thick eyelashes would have lowered to look at her, and if he was also smoking, the knuckles would have been a little red.

The thin lips are also red, and when she chuckles and teases her, she probably exhales white air.

The snow that night and the rain tonight overlapped in front of me.

Fang Ci couldn't help but ask softly, "...... Wenzhiyan, have you been to London for more than four years? ”

Wen Zhiyan kept looking at her quietly and didn't say anything.

He remembered that this time last year, it was snowing in London.

He also vividly remembers that night, she went to a convenience store on her way home.

In the short five or six minutes that she was standing next to the convenience store and smoking, a man in a suit and a long black coat was also looking at her across the street, next to the tavern.

As she imagined, she was tall, with short hair, and a hand holding a cigarette at her side, and her joints were slightly red.

Chapter 44

didn't wait for the old man to send someone to pass the word, The next day, Wen Zhiyan took the initiative to go back to the Wen family's old house.

Early in the morning, Wen Penghou was drinking tea in the garden in the front yard.

Lush with greenery and chirping birds, he took a sip of his tea, and looked up to see not far away, the tall and great grandson walking along the garden path, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Wen Zhiyan bypassed the half-height flower garden, came to this small pavilion, and sat down on a rattan chair next to it.

He was wearing a thin gray-white turtleneck sweater with a long coat on the outside, and he was leaning lazily against the backrest, a posture that had nothing to say.

The housekeeper walked over and leaned over slightly, "Second young master, what do you want to drink?" ”

"Hot milk."

The housekeeper answered and went.

Wen Peng glanced at him, saw the shiny ear bone nail on his ear, and looked at the smooth and sharp contour of his face, and most of the fire in his heart was gone.

In the early morning of late autumn, there was a fresh chill on his body.

The hot milk was quickly served, and Wen Zhiyan took half a cup of it, and then put it on the rattan table between the two of them.

As he moved, the bracelet on his wrist hit the wrist bone.

The bracelet looks like an unremarkable men's model, and I don't know exactly when I started wearing it, but I haven't taken it off in years.

It's the same as the ear stud.

He lit a cigarette.

Wen Penghou seemed to have found an entry point, and he didn't have a good air, "You really have a chic lifestyle, smoke after drinking milk."

Wen Zhiyan looked at him and smiled quite unhesitantly, "You are not satisfied with me, why not?" ”

That's his style.

When you don't speak, you don't move, and when you open your mouth, you get straight to the point.

Wen Peng was silent for a few seconds, then eased his tone, "...... It's been five years, five whole years, you've done this, twice. ”

He was referring of course to last night, when Wen Zhiyan left the entire guests at the birthday banquet and disappeared.

"I'll do that, naturally under special circumstances, the birthday party doesn't matter."

"I don't have to guess, it must be the second miss of the Fang family?"

The smell of the feast pressed the corners of the lips.

"Your Grandpa Liang called me and said that Yun'er was crying all day."

"Tell me about this too?"

Wen Zhiyan's voice was obviously a little impatient.

"Liang Xiu had other thoughts forever, and deliberately conveyed the wrong information to his sister, I didn't pursue it, it was already for the sake of Grandpa Liang's face."

From the perspective of doing business, releasing this kind of news at this time naturally helps to attract attention and enable the cooperation to be carried out smoothly, so as the head of the family, Wen Zhiyan did not take care of it.

Naturally, in cooperation, because of the news of this marriage, both stocks have risen slightly.

But Liang Xiuyong was not satisfied, and probably told Liang Yun'er about it, making her mistakenly think that there was really such a thing as marriage.

Wen Penghou sighed, "...... Ah Yan, you're going to break the rules. ”

"Who sets the rules?"

Wen Zhiyan's tone was very light, as if he did not have any emotion.

The so-called "rules" have naturally been handed down, and everyone has unanimously tacitly agreed to them.

He took a drag on his cigarette, and the blue and white smoke rose with the morning sun.

The early morning sun reflected through the white smoke on his expressionless beautiful face, a bit of the arrogance of the Buddha blocking and killing the Buddha.

He curled his eyelashes lightly and said, "With me, I am the rule." ”

The attitude has been indicated, Wen Zhiyan raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Seeing his posture of leaving, Wen Penghou couldn't hold back his anger a little, "The Wen family is not just a junior of you!" ”

Wen Zhiyan didn't seem to expect him to mention this at this time, so he sneered indifferently, "Five years ago, I also said that this business can be done to whoever you want." ”

The second half of this sentence is: But, as long as I want, it will only be mine in the end.

"Snatching the family property is the most boring," he said, getting up, looking at Wen Penghou with one hand in his pocket, and a smile on the corner of his lips, "...... However, I have no objection, and as you know, as soon as rumors of property seizures come out, stocks will only rise. ”

He turned against the light, didn't do anything deliberately, but the feeling of oppression already made the air tight.

Wen Zhiyan extinguished his cigarette and turned to leave.

Looking at the figure of him leaving in the garden path, Wen Penghou couldn't help but feel deeply that he was really confused.

In the past few years, seeing that he has hardly been happy, he is depressed and sad all day long, and he still feels sorry for him, thinking that he has to choose a marriage partner similar to the second miss of the Fang family. But he completely ignored that the second miss of the Fang family didn't turn the page here at all.

Nearly five years was enough for him to grow and keep all the property of the entire group firmly in his hands.

After sitting in the garden for a long time, Wen Penghou called Wen Zhou to come back.

-

On Monday, Fang Ci left for the company early in the morning.

It was still Sister Hong who drove a Rolls-Royce to see her off, but the co-pilot had an extra man.

Look at that guy, it's probably a bodyguard.

She didn't pay attention to it at first, but when she turned, her eyes passed by chance, and when she saw the eyebrows in the rearview mirror, she felt a little familiar.

“…… Sir, have I seen you? ”

The man in the co-pilot turned his head and nodded, "I should have seen it many times, I am Wen Shao's bodyguard." ”

No.

I didn't see it around the feast of smells.

It's somewhere else.

Passing through the narrow street, with a dark shade of trees in the background outside the car, Fang Ci remembered, "Is it in London?" ”

The thought was so unbelievable that she leaned forward.

The bodyguard's eyes lit up, "You remember?" ”

I thought that the bodyguards were all silent, but I didn't expect this one to be quite talkative, he continued, "For two years, I have kept a distance of about ten meters from you according to the rules, but I didn't expect you to recognize me." ”

“…… So it's ......."

As soon as he said this, Fang Ci suddenly had a sour nose.

The bodyguard nodded and added her words, "Yes, Wen Shao sent me." ”