Lin Ziyao snorted and said nothing more. He found that he could never speak to Wen Can, and every time he felt that Wen Can was particularly imposing. He felt that he was just an unreasonable child in front of Wen Can. This feeling was very unpleasant.
Seeing that Lin Ziyao had stopped talking, Wen Can felt happy and relaxed. She closed her eyes and started to sleep. It felt good to not have the pungent smell around her, so she fell asleep soon.
Lin Ziyao, who was originally listening to the song, turned his head to look out the window, but saw Wen Can's sleeping face. Wen Can's face turned towards Lin Ziyao, and his beautiful facial features appeared quietly in front of his eyes. The sleeping Wen Can
It looked very soft, without edges or indifference. Lin Ziyao couldn't help but take his eyes away as he looked at it.
Is this really the shameless, arrogant and domineering Wen Can that everyone talks about?
Why doesn't he think it's the same?[
Although he was very angry when she put on a suit behind closed doors before the award ceremony, no one thought it was strange after he went out, and no one laughed at him. In fact, he thought it was okay when he looked in the mirror. It was probably true.
He can lead the trend of the new generation, and besides, he is so deviant in the first place, so it doesn't matter if he wears it against his will.
What happened between her and the black man? How could she break the black man's wrist? Did the black man touch her?
Thinking of those dark hands touching Wen Can, Lin Ziyao felt very angry. No matter how prejudiced he was against Wen Can, how could he let his compatriots be bullied by foreigners? No, absolutely not!
But that black man had already been taught a lesson by Wen Can, and it seemed difficult for him to teach him a lesson now.
Wen Can didn't know that Lin Ziyao had been looking at her. She was sleeping soundly now, but even though she was sleeping soundly, she did not rest her head on Lin Ziyao's shoulder. Subconsciously, she still had control over her sleeping posture.
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Lin Ziyao accidentally took out his mobile phone and turned off the sound and took a photo of Wen Can's side face. In the photo, Wen Can's long hair hung gently on his shoulders, and his fair face was delicate and sweet.
"Hey, we're about to arrive." Lin Ziyao called out to Wen Can. In fact, there were still more than ten minutes before arrival, but Lin Ziyao couldn't help but call her.
Wen Can opened her eyes, her sleepy eyes were a little hazy, like a child who had just woken up.
She looked at her watch and saw that it was almost done. Unexpectedly, she slept quite comfortably this time.
"How can you sleep so well, pig!" Lin Ziyao said softly, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
"Doesn't it feel bad when you don't argue with me? People who don't know think we have such a good relationship." Wen Can laughed. She knew that Lin Ziyao meant no harm. The more we got along with him, the more she felt that Lin Ziyao was cute and he felt like a younger brother.
"Who wants to argue with you?" Lin Ziyao said duplicitously.
Well, he admitted that he just wanted to talk to Wen Can, but couldn't find a topic. He was curious about Wen Can's personality and wanted to know what kind of person Wen Can was.
"Has anyone said you are cute?" Wen Can became interested in chatting with Lin Ziyao.
Lin Ziyao's face turned red again and he glared at Wen Can, "I'm not cute!" He specially emphasized the word cute. Boys all like to be described as handsome, but not many like to be described as cute.
"Okay, that's not cute." Wen Can didn't take it seriously.
Lin Ziyao felt frustrated, Wen Can always made him feel angry and depressed.