"Feng Ling, are you serious when you say this? Are you looking for a reason to lie to me?" Murong Che looked at Zhan Feng Ling and asked in a deep voice.
Zhan Fengling nodded and said very seriously: "Yes, I didn't lie to you. Mr. Murong, you said you liked me before, but what do you like me about? Is it just me being well-behaved or just my innocence? Then you know the real truth
Me? Do you know that my hands are stained with blood, and I am always in danger? You don’t understand me like that. What you like is not the real me. But Xiao Zichen is different, no matter I am an angel or a devil, he
They all understand me, are willing to accept me, and have always been with me."
Murong Che never thought that Zhan Fengling would say such words.
Of course he knew Zhan Fengling's identity. He also knew that she was bleeding and injured during the mission. It was precisely because he knew this that he cherished her from the beginning, wanted to get her love, and became someone who could protect her.
, the person who gives her warmth and shelter from wind and rain.
"Wind chimes, Xiao Zichen doesn't care, and I never care either. Can't you see?" Murong Che asked, with a faint feeling of hurt.
Zhan Fengling pursed his lips and smiled, "I can't tell, I don't like you."
Yes, because she doesn't like it, she can't see what the other person does. This is a normal reaction. Zhan Fengling didn't lie.
But such words were particularly harsh in Murong Che's ears, which made him feel a little painful. He even didn't know what to say to her for a moment.
The atmosphere is weird.
Zhan Fengling held the tea cup and drank tea slowly. He wanted to eat and drink tea to get rid of the embarrassment at the moment.
Xiao Zichen noticed this, took the teacup out of her hand, took her hand and said, "You've finished eating."
"Yeah." Zhan Fengling nodded. Actually, no, but she didn't want to continue.
"Then let's go back." Xiao Zichen said and raised his hand to ask the waiter to pay the bill.
Murong Che didn't have a gun this time. His eyes were heavy and all Zhan Fengling's words were going through his mind.
Murong Che couldn't figure out why he lost to Xiao Zichen. In terms of age, experience, and other things, he thought he was better than Xiao Zichen. Why couldn't Zhan Fengling see it?
It wasn't until Xiao Zichen and Zhan Fengling left that Murong Che finally came over from his negative mood.
He stared at the backs of the two of them, narrowed his eyes deeply, and there was a faint hint of sinister light. The glass in his hand had cracks due to the unwillingness and anger.
"Are you alone, sir?"
A charming female voice suddenly appeared, right behind Murong Che.
Murong Che turned around, looked into the woman's eyes, and said solemnly: "I'm alone, is there something wrong?"
"I'm Lu Xiaoxiao, nice to meet you!" Lu Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand and smiled at Murong Che.
Murong Che stared at the woman's heavily made-up face and was silent for two seconds before holding his hand and smiling: "We shouldn't know each other."
"No, we should get to know each other. Can I sit down?" Lu Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows and pointed to the place where Xiao Zichen had been sitting just now.
Murong Che saw that she was looking weird, so he nodded and said, "Okay."
So, Lu Xiaoxiao sat in the seat where Xiao Zichen had just sat, holding the knife and fork held by Xiao Zichen, sighed softly, and said thoughtfully: "We haven't seen him for many years, but his habit of holding the knife and fork has not changed.
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Hearing this, Murong Che probably guessed the relationship between Lu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Zichen. He supported his chin with one hand and said lazily, "Why don't we talk somewhere else?"