Such an arrogant and arrogant young master shocked all the guests on the second floor.
That sentence, "I am the King of Laws", roars to make a gentleman magnanimous and righteous, a typical image of a bully. Look at that picture, the gentle and slender girl Xiaoyu is dumbfounded by her yelling, the cold and indifferent prime minister is slightly stunned, and the little beauty on the side bites
Holding a piece of pastry, he looked at her in astonishment. The surrounding guests were even more silent. This scene was frozen!
"Young Master..." Miss Xiaoyu shouted and looked at Zhou Fan. Who is this person? He dares to be so presumptuous in front of Zhou Fan. I am Wang Fa. He shouted such rebellious words in front of the Prime Minister and was not turned away.
In the government office, the strangest thing was Zhou Fan's expression. After a moment of stunned expression, he turned indifferent, even more indifferent than before. The sun shone slightly from the side, reflecting his pale face.
Xiaoyu has known Zhou Fan for a long time. She knows that Zhou Fan is a person who will never be impulsive. He always looks like a gentle scholar, but there is coldness and distance between his eyebrows. He is like a beam of moonlight, seemingly
Bright and clear, actually cold and untouchable, the Zhou Fan she knew was such a person. No matter how dangerous the situation was, he could clearly and calmly analyze the pros and cons. He could not be moved by the eight winds, even if Mount Tai collapsed at the top, he would not be moved by the light rain.
I once thought that maybe no one in the world could make Zhou Fan take off his mask.
But now, she saw that Zhou Fan's mask had signs of cracking. Could it be that this young master is...
She seemed to have seen such a portrait in Zhou Fan's study. The dot of cinnabar between the eyebrows was so beautiful and so beautiful that it was easy to recognize. Xiao Yu was stunned.
Could this domineering and arrogant young master be Zhou Fan...
If it is really the person Zhou Fan likes, then those few words just now, whether they are angry words or true words, are extremely hurtful. They are like a knife grinding on the heart, cold and painful. She understands that feeling.
Zhou Fan is such a proud person, which will only push him further.
She looked at Zhou Fan and was surprised to find that the cracked mask was even harder.
"Xiaoyu, let's go!" Zhou Fan looked at Xiaobai and said every word. He stood up and the air around him became a little colder. "Master Feng, I'm sorry!"
Xiao Yu wanted to explain something, but was pulled away by Zhou Fan. She stared blankly at the hands holding each other, "Zhou..."
"Let's go!" Zhou Fan took Xiao Yu and left.
Xiaobai didn't stop her, and sat down coldly, with a suppressed storm brewing in her squinted eyes. She had the urge to kill someone, and the flames rushed in her heart like lava, overwhelming the slightest trace of guilt in her heart.
Su Mo drank tea and snacks slowly, looked at her sister's face, and said: "Brother, you have such a bad temper, I'm afraid of you, even if I'm Wang Fa, you can tell me, you're stupid.
…The future of such and such a country is worrying!”
Xiaobai slapped her on the forehead, "Shut up, I haven't settled the score with you yet. Did you find out that Zhou Fan was up there and pulled me up?"
Who is Xiaobai? Just because she was suddenly frightened does not mean that she will ignore such side details. Her sister is a ghost. She must have done it on purpose.
Su Mo smiled flatteringly and said vaguely: "I just want to see who is the beauty that made Brother Zhou Fan so angry."
Xiaobai glared at her sullenly, and Su Mo laughed, "But to be honest, Miss Xiaoyu is pretty, but she can't compare to even half a hair of my sister's hair. Even the hair my sister sheds is more precious than hers."
Su Mo understands the essence of flattery, but obviously, someone around her has no feelings for flattery. There are not many people who flatter her in the court, and there is no shortage of Su Mo.
, Xiaobai glared at the 'adulterer and adulteress' holding hands and leaving below, thinking of countless punishments that would make them unable to survive or die.
Su Mo was eating the pastry obediently, when he suddenly felt the chilling autumn wind, so cold.
"Zhou Fan, is Mr. Feng a girl?" Xiao Yu asked, affirming that the daughter country is rich in handsome men, and it is not that there are no handsome and delicate young men like Mr. Feng, but she intuitively knew that he was a girl, and she was a girl who could influence Zhou Fan.
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Zhou Fan had no expression on his face. After turning around the street, he let go of Xiao Yu's hand and nodded. Xiao Yu smiled clearly, "A very energetic girl, domineering, public, and smart. She seemed to have misunderstood something just now. Why didn't she explain?"
clear?"
"Explain what?" Zhou Fan was indifferent, his mood did not fluctuate greatly, and his brows were filled with deep tiredness. Even Xiao Yu could tell that something was wrong with him? There was pain in his chest, and he couldn't explain the unexplained desire and expectation.
There was also the gap after disappointment, which was sour and painful. He didn't want to find out why, but he was haunted by this emotion and couldn't sleep at night.
"There is nothing to explain between us. You didn't listen to her. I'm not hers. Why bother explaining? It's superfluous!"
Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Zhou Fan, you can't say that to be honest. When people are angry, they will always say some things that they don't mean. The more suppressed and vague some feelings are, the more sharp and piercing they are. No matter what stage you are at, be it a child or an adult.
No matter what, you always have some secrets of your own. In order to hide these secrets, you will do anything extraordinary and say some duplicitous things. Because you only want to keep these secrets to yourself until someone discovers them, and the other person is the person you least want to tell.
People will be irritable, depressed, and hesitant. If they are stabbed by someone, they will ruffle their feathers to protect their self-esteem and say some words that are too hurtful and cannot be true."
Zhou Fan chuckled, "Xiaoyu, you are always so sober!"
Xiaoyu is smart, delicate, and has a pair of penetrating eyes. In front of her, everything seems to be invisible. Zhou Fan doesn't want to explore her words, because he knows deep down that she is right.
"Onlookers know, that's the truth. You're not awake, you're just blinded. You want to get close to her, but you're afraid of being expelled, so you're uneasy." Xiao Yu looked at the fallen leaves, stretched out her hand, and found one.
Falling in the palm of my hand, autumn is almost over.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Zhou Fan said coldly.
Xiao Yu said: "Last time I was in your study, I saw Mr. Feng's portrait, and I recognized that it was you who painted it."
Zhou Fan's ears felt hot, and he was at a loss when the secret was discovered. His cheeks were slightly red, and he defended: "That was just for fun."
Damn it, when did Xiaoyu find out?
"Oh, I'm just painting for fun, so why don't you paint me? Besides, the painting is still in the drawer on the right hand side. You look at it often, right?" Xiaoyu joked.
"Xiaoyu!" Zhou Fan shouted in warning, signaling her to stop. Zhou Fan didn't like being dug into like this. He had always been the one to ponder other people's words and deeds and analyze other people's thoughts. When the roles were reversed, he realized that it was actually him.
So terrible.
Xiao Yu smiled quietly, looking up at the falling leaves, seeming to appreciate the bewildered expression of this indifferent prime minister, "Zhou Fan, do you know what you look like now?"
"I don't want to know!" Zhou Fan said in a somewhat angry tone.
Xiao Yu seemed to take him for granted and joked: "Like a young boy who has just started to fall in love!"