Feng Xuan still held the mobile phone in his hand. When he turned his head, he was stunned for a moment, and his dark eyes were covered with a thin layer of fog: "Senior brother?" How could it be him?
"Yeah." Tang Yan walked over naturally, lowered his head slightly, looked at the people in front of him who were different from the lazy people at work, and said with a deep smile: "You are wearing so little, aren't you cold?"
Feng Xuan put the phone in his pocket without taking it out, just looking at him with dark eyes.
The distance between the two people is not close, but it gives people an unspeakable sense of ambiguity.
A long street with equally outstanding appearance and height can easily cause commotion in the surroundings.[
"Let's go, don't keep those girls waiting." Tang Yan was wearing a well-made black suit. Even when he was standing in the crowd, he could not hide his grace and dignity.
Feng Xuan glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, put his hands in his coat pockets, buried his pointed chin in his scarf habitually, and walked forward casually.
Tang Yan looked at the child's back and couldn't figure out whether he was angry or not.
Logically speaking, everyone would be a little annoyed by this situation.
Unless...he doesn't care about his identity at all!
Tang Yan threw away the cigarette in his hand. For the first time, there was no smile on his face. Instead, there was only sternness and cold eyes. His thin upper lip was pressed into a line, his eyebrows were thick, his nose bridge was high, and his profile was
The quivering outline of Adam's apple resembles a sigh.
The two people entered the milk tea shop one after the other. The girls were so excited that they almost didn't know what to say. One by one they took their mobile phones and sent small messages, which attracted constant forwarding on the Internet.
Tang Yan and Xiao Ziteng had met before, but they didn't know Tang Yan's real name.
At this time, Xiao Ziteng's eyes were shining brightly. He walked up to Tang Yan and called out sharply: "Brother Xuanyuan, where should we go next?"
"Beauty is not here yet!" the planning girl reminded him.
Tang Yan raised his thin lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes: "He can't spare time now and will meet with everyone in the evening."
"Oh oh oh." The planning girl glanced at Feng Xuan secretly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Feng Xuan was standing there with a straw in his mouth and his face turned sideways, looking more handsome than ever...
Seven or eight people can't stand in a milk tea shop with such big eyes. The girls suggested to go shopping first. After all, it is an old alley in Beijing, with a strong Beijing flavor. There are shops one after another, and there are many Chinese people.
There are more foreigners and there are countless features of the imperial capital.
Feng Xuan followed them, his eyes were very calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. He seemed to be thinking about something. He picked up an ancient porcelain gadget and played with it in his hand. Before he put it down, he
Someone blocked the way...
"Don't buy it?" Tang Yan's deep voice can easily make people sleepy.
As expected, Feng Xuan yawned and stretched his waist lazily: "The thing is fake."
"Oh? Really? Let me take a look." Tang Yan smiled and lowered his body.
Feng Xuan never expected that he would suddenly reach out his hand and hold his...[
Tang Yan didn't care how unreasonable his actions were at this time, or that he did it on purpose. He looked around with the ancient porcelain before letting go of Feng Xuan's cold fingers: "It's really fake."
Feng Xuan looked at him, folded his hands on his chest, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. He couldn't tell what he was feeling...