The man standing in the middle of the living room has gentle eyes and a strong aura. He does not show any emotion at all because of the unfriendly glances opposite him. He is calm and has the same perfect and noble demeanor in front of others.
Looking at Zhi Xing, he smiled softly, like a spring breeze, and said, "Zhi Xing," in a soothing and familiar tone, as if they had only been apart for a few hours.
The moment she heard him calling her name, Zhi Xing's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. Although she tried desperately to forget it, the memories about him and his memories rushed into her mind like a roller coaster, and it was hard to resist.
.
She slowly lowered her eyes, tightened her hands, and then gently released them. When she raised her head again, her eyes were cold, as if she had never met her before, a complete stranger, and she said distantly, "What do you want?
Tell me."
Leng Yiran put his hands in his pockets and locked her gaze tightly, focused and clear. As if he was conveying something. He took two steps forward and said word by word, "I want to tie you to my side."
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Lan and Ah Xian took a step forward in unison to block Zhi Xing. They were full of protectiveness and stared at him indifferently.
Zhixing chuckled and shook his head, "Why are you so sure?"
For her, cold is also a chronic poison. If she takes it, she will not die immediately, but it will make her fall into the abyss of constant self-punishment and self-salvation. Rather than suffering like that, it is better to end it directly.
Leng Yiran's whole body gradually exuded a gloomy and cold aura. He looked at her, ignoring Lan and A Xian who were blocking the front, and slowly approached.
"Because I don't want to give up, and I won't give up!"
"Is it useful?" Zhixing raised his clear eyes, quickly armed himself with indifference, and smiled without any warmth, "I heard that you are engaged, congratulations."
Leng Yiran squinted his deep eyes, which were like cold pools and could not be penetrated to the bottom. "That is just a useless form. It is my last comfort to my mother."
"Useless form?" Zhixing sneered, not without sarcasm, "You can lie in front of God, but I can't be hypocritical in front of you. The same goes for Leng. When you come here to find me, are you thinking?
Let me go back and pretend nothing happened and play the so-called love game with you?"
Her words were straightforward, powerful and devastating.
Leng Yiran pursed her lips tightly. This was the most harmless choice he could do to her!
The complexity and entanglement between his brows tortured him almost out of control, "Yes, I lied in front of God and let down a kind woman. I can even stop caring about my mother - just to get you back and bring you back."
You are tied to me! What else do you want from me? Do you have to kill all the people you don't like and all the people you hate before you can change your mind?"
After hearing his words, Lan and Ah Xian looked at each other. As men, they understood the helplessness involved.
In silence, the two stepped aside.
Reaching out, Leng Yiran crossed her shoulder, his cold eyes full of emotions suppressed by conflicting forces, "I know you love me, so I'm even more reluctant to let go..."
Zhixing lowered his head, unable to look directly into his eyes at this moment.
She hates, she will be soft-hearted and compromise.
Upstairs, an evil and dangerous gaze stared at her coldly. Every move she made, even every subtle change on her face, had successfully angered him.
At this time, Leng Yiyi, who was still waiting for Zhixing's answer, suddenly raised his head and met the cold gaze from upstairs. He narrowed his eyes, quietly, without saying a word, and weaved through the confusion in his mind.
Star in my arms…
Yan Shengjie raised his eyebrows, and a smile escaped his lips.
He was still calm and bright, even at this moment, his chest was burning with fire that could swallow him up.
Zhi Xing frowned, pushed him away coldly, and said, "You should solve your problems yourself, don't put the responsibility on others. Also, the owner here is not me. If you want to stay or leave, follow him."
Go ahead."
While talking, a low and seductive laughter sounded from the stairwell. Then, Yan Shengjie slowly walked downstairs, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other across his eyebrows, with a lazy expression.
"Similarly, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came here so that I could personally pick you up?"
Seeing him, Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around and turned his back to him.
Seeing her like this, Yan Shengjie raised his eyebrows and clenched the hand in his trouser pocket tightly into a fist.
Leng Yiran also smiled back and said in a magnetic voice, "Why, you're not welcome?"
"Haha, how could it be? I'm very happy that you can come." Yan Shengjie went over and hugged him warmly, but as soon as they touched him, they quickly separated.
Sitting on the sofa in front of the two of them, his long legs crossed gracefully, he held his chin in one hand, and raised his eyes lazily, "It's rare to meet, so if you don't mind, just stay here with me." His eyes moved and he glanced over.
Zhixing's tone was very soft, but full of coldness, "We haven't seen each other for so long, I think you must have a lot to talk about."
Zhi Xing was startled and turned around to say something, but Leng Yiran put his arm around her shoulders and smiled lightly, "Thanks. Oh, by the way, I heard that my aunt is here?"
"Haha, yes, Mom will be very happy if she knows you are coming."
At this time, Mrs. Liu quickly said, "Leng... Master Leng, come with me. I will take you to see Madam."
"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble Sister-in-law Liu." Leng Yiran let go of Zhi Xing and said softly, "Go back to your room and wait for me. I'll find you after I've seen my aunt."
Turn around and follow Mrs. Liu upstairs.
In the living room, the temperature dropped to freezing point, and the tense atmosphere made people dare not breathe. The air current that was so dangerous that it could explode at any time all originated from the seemingly calm-faced man on the sofa.
Lan and Ah Xian wisely took Xiao Ji and left quickly. Zhi Xing had already been confused by the sudden appearance of Leng Yiran. He took a deep breath and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly, Yan Shengjie suddenly
He stood up, held her wrist, and dragged her out.
Zhixing was stunned at first, "Where are you taking me?"
He didn't say anything, and the force that held her tightly became stronger and stronger. Without any explanation, he put her into the sports car and locked the door directly. He went around to the other side, got in, and quickly started the car.
Zhixing frowned, staring at his impeccable profile, tightening his jaw, and the coldness on his cheeks soared, and he was on the verge of breaking out.
"Yansheng Jie, where are you taking me?"
He smiled cruelly, glanced at her slightly gloomy eyes, and said charmingly, "I can't tolerate you and a male cat staying under the same roof!"
"You..." Zhixing stared at him and said in a bad tone, "Don't forget, you are the one who left him behind!"
"That's right." He turned his head and narrowed his eyes, "So, I want to take you away!"