Xi Shuge was invited by Xiao A over the phone. After all, it has been three years and everyone knows her.
So, Xi Shuge stood downstairs at Wen Jiaren's house, neatly dressed, holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for her to get off work.
The moment he saw her, a bright smile broke out on his face.
The spring breeze is warm.
"beautiful woman."
Wen Jiaren saw Xi Shuge, wearing a white shirt, with slightly long hair flying in the wind.
"Come here, I'll take you to the party, but you won't give me this opportunity?"
Xi Shuge raised his eyebrows, with a slight smile in his eyes.
He never knew he had so much patience.
Seeing that the woman didn't move, he finally stepped forward.
He handed over the bouquet of roses.
However, I was intercepted in the office.
They were a pair of beautiful hands, incredibly beautiful, with well-defined joints, slender and strong.
Just from those hands, one can feel the dignity and courage.
Xi Shuge didn't have to think about it, he had to choose who it was.
He did not dodge, but turned sideways to avoid Li Nian's obstruction and handed it to Wen Jiaren.
Wen Jiaren didn't pick it up, and Xi Shuge didn't take it back.
Li Nian watched with cold eyes.
There was a bit of murderous look in his eyes. Damn it, this man was actually turning a blind eye to him?
Bypass him, openly pursue his woman in front of him?
A sneer bloomed lightly on his lips. The next second, without thinking, he took Wen Jiaren's hand and dragged her towards his car.
Wen Jiaren was in pain and let out a low cry, but did not resist.
And the next second, the wrist of her other hand was also grabbed.
The picture of the three people was completely still.
Li Nian could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He turned around, his voice was as calm as tasteless white water, and his eyes were a bit sharp, and he shot at Xi Shuge.
"Let her go—"
Word for word, words like that, with a somewhat dejected attitude.
Xi Shuge's eyes did not dodge, and he met Li Nian's eyes without any sign of weakness. His posture was always that of a ruffian. One smile was romantic, and the next smile was evil.