She was afraid of Zhuo Xinren, but she also relied on his power. As long as she did not disturb him, no one could stop her Zhuo Wennan.
The man lowered his head and stopped speaking.
Zhuo Wennan took a step forward and walked directly to the villa not far behind him.
The sea breeze blew from behind her, lifting her skirt and hair.
Outside the door.
Zhuo Wennan stood in front of the door with the soup he had prepared himself in his hand.
Raise your hand.
She knocked on the door gently.
Twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist
Inside the door, Dugu Xiang leaned lazily on the balcony, lit a cigarette, and the cigarette butts were clearly extinguished on his sexy thin lips.
The hazy smoke ignited, covering the expression on his face.
After a long time, Zhuo Wennan pushed open the door and walked in.
His eyes passed through the glass door and fell on the mysterious and cold figure on the balcony.
Zhuo Wennan's hand holding the tray tightened, and he accidentally bumped into it like a deer.
The man in front of him was mysterious, and she seemed to be unable to see what he was thinking. With Ye Kui's disappearance, she could not see the tension and worry in his eyes, except for the scene on a rainy night in City W.
That rainy night, she saw his madness and anger because he cared about it and even loved the woman named Ye Kui.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wennan was wafting in his heart that he wanted to swallow her. The more she loved Dugu Xiang, she hated Ye Kui, who should have stolen her position.
Settle down emotions secretly.
Zhuo Wennan took a step and walked in slowly.
She bent down and placed the tray on the table on the balcony.
He picked up the bowl of tonic soup, Zhuo Wennan stirred it gently, and tried the temperature.
She raised her hand and handed the tonic soup to Dugu Xiang. "Just now, you didn't eat much. I was wondering if you were feeling unwell and had a bad appetite. I stewed some tonic soup with my own hands, please try it.
How does it taste?”
Before he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound of ceramic falling on the ground.
Bang--
The celadon soup bowl fell on the ground, and the soup glued to the porcelain pieces, which was dirty all over the floor.
Dugu Xiang raised his hand and knocked over the tonic soup on Zhuo Wennan's hand. The hot soup fell on Zhuo Wennan's wrist and burned a large piece of it red on his fair skin.
The soup also splashed on the back of Dugu Xiang's hand.
"Is it burned?" Zhuo Wennan didn't care about the scalding on her wrist at all, but wanted to check Dugu Xiang's injuries. The care and nervousness on his face were not a trace of control, and the injury flowed out of his eyes.
And grievances, the whole eyes became more and more gentle.
Dugu Xiang suddenly strangled Zhuo Wennan's neck and forced her into a corner without any room for retreat. "Put your hypocritical attitude."
After shaking his hand suddenly, Zhuo Wennan bumped into the balcony in a mess because of the pressure.
"Ahem——" Zhuo Wennan rubbed his painful neck with his hands and shook his head. "I don't have it, I don't have a hypocritical attitude."
Didn't he see her efforts?
She loved him, all her care and tension, all his emotions were real, could he not see it?
Dugu Xiang glanced at Zhuo Wennan, and was not moved by her deep affection.
Last night, he checked her computer records and did not have any information about the connection between her and Zhuo Xinren.