She cautiously raised her eyes to look at the man opposite her. She originally thought that she had said something she shouldn't have said, which made Yang Mufan unhappy. But the moment she raised her eyes, she unexpectedly found that Yang Mufan was sullenly looking at him, with a look of wishful thinking.
He looked murderous and ferocious, staring out the window angrily with blood-red eyes...
Follow his line of sight.
Apart from the road, which was dimly decorated with bright neon lights and seemed a bit cold and empty against the endless night, there were only two black figures projected on the road by the lights, shaking vaguely on the ground.
Wen Xiaorou withdrew her gaze and looked at Yang Mufan again. When she saw the dark and deep eyes, the cold evil aura not only did not diminish, but intensified, she immediately became confused and puzzled.
I don’t understand what Yang Mufan saw that could make him so cruel and terrifying.
His eyes were a sinister, scarlet red color that wanted to eat people.
For ten whole minutes, Wen Xiaorou kept holding the knife and fork in her hands, stiffly cutting the steak, without moving at all.
She watched Yang Mufan's every move with vigilance, fearing that if she didn't pay attention, she would get burned innocently.
Yang Mufan used an extremely slow speed to look back at his miraculously handsome face, which was still covered with frost and snow between his brows. However, he was obviously deliberately suppressing his angry mood and forcing himself to use the top-notch delicious food like a normal person.
dinner.
Wen Xiaorou mustered up all her courage and asked cautiously: "Mu Fan, what's wrong with you?!"
After hearing Wen Xiaorou's inquiry, Yang Mufan calmed down a little and even said he came to his senses.
He raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said without much emotion: "It's okay."
When Wen Xiaorou saw that he refused to speak and did not show up to him, and saw that the anger in his eyes had dissipated a lot, she nodded, randomly looking for a topic and trying to cross it.
But for the next twenty minutes of the meal, no matter what she said or did, Yang Mufan not only didn't care, but he made frequent mistakes.
While cutting steak, the knife and fork scraped on the plate, making a harsh sound; while drinking red wine, I choked and coughed.
Wen Xiaorou is now very sure that Yang Mufan is really worried. You must know that Yang Mufan, who has always been noble and aloof, has terrible self-control. No matter what he does, he is calm, indifferent and calm. He has never lost his grace like this moment.
In the three years she had known him, she had never seen him lose his mind.
Seeing that Yang Mufan was choking on red wine and coughing non-stop, he quickly took a napkin and stood up, trying to go around and help him calm down.
But Yang Mufan stopped him: "No, you eat first, I'll go to the bathroom to tidy up."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Xiaorou's response, Yang Mufan stood up from the chair with a "hoo!", walked quickly towards the bathroom with his long and straight legs.
Looking at the tall and straight back of Yang Mufan who was eager to leave, Wen Xiaorou slowly sat back on the chair. Her originally shining bright eyes suddenly became dim and desolate, even colder and more lonely than the night outside the window, which was getting darker and deeper.
The third dish that Tang Moyu ordered cost more than four digits. Mu Wanqing's little heart was finally overloaded and she couldn't bear it anymore. She lost her mind and slammed the table and gritted her teeth angrily: "Tang Moyu, you are so shameless.
You are a senseless bastard, a vampire with no humanity, how the hell can you eat such expensive food?!"
