Chapter 297 There is no way to eliminate this feeling, but it has just fallen down, but it has come to my heart (52)

Liang Yujin bit her lip helplessly and wanted to say something, but looking at Chen Yue's cold side face, she couldn't say anything in an instant.

Gangyu and Ye were about to stop slowly, and Chen Yue simply gave Liang Yujin the umbrella in her hand and left first with a hat.

Chen Yue went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and he had finished all the stomach medicine at home. He had mild anorexia and often had one meal after another.

I have been very tired in recent days, but the discomfort in my stomach is like the pain of tens of millions of needles.

After buying a few more boxes of medicine, Chen Yue returned home.

He was greeted by a dark and cold area. Chen Yue took stomach medicine and lay on the sofa to rest. The light was not turned on, and the light that came into the window was white and cold.

Chen Yue tilted her head blankly, and looked at a person's face from this dull moonlight. She was so beautiful and so cold, just like the moonlight, and finally disappeared into the morning shining.

His heart was cramped, and the thoughts that rose up stirred up a fierce desire. He closed his eyes and muttered something. The silence made people even more lonely. He gasped and blocked his eyes with his arms. After a while, silent tears fell from the corners of his eyes and soaked them into his temples.

My stomach hurts so much. I didn’t hurt like this before, but I turned out to be so cute.

Chen Yue wiped her face and sat up from the sofa. He unpacked the packaging and the peach blossom crispy smell came to his face.

I twisted a piece and took a bite, and the fragrant and sweet smell instantly filled my mind.

The room was silent, and the darkness tilted out of the window covered the room tightly.

The peach blossom crisp in the mouth seems not so sweet, but on the contrary it has a bitter taste.

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It took three years like this.

Wen Xien and Fan Xian are getting closer and closer, mainly because Wen Xien began to take over the Liang family's business. She has always been uninterested in this kind of business, but Liang Zhongshan is determined not to let Wen Xien get stuck. He really has no choice but to take over some things reluctantly.

Wen Xien has never studied hard since childhood, so even some small businesses make her feel extremely painful.

Every day, he was dizzy and annoyed by various professional terms. Moreover, Liang Zhongshan ordered him not to go out if he refused to study hard. At first, Wen Xien was tough and refused to learn. After being locked up for two months, he could only sit in the company dejectedly.

After more than a year of running-in, Wen Xien finally found some tricks and finally managed the business independently. Although the results of the processing were not very satisfactory, at least they were not very bad.

During this year, Fan Xian helped Wen Xien a lot. Fan Xian started taking over big business a few years earlier than her, and almost every transaction could be negotiated. When Wen Xien was still staying up late to study those reports that he couldn't understand, he was already very adept at those big businesses and became a giant in the business world.

So when he was willing to help Wen Xien think about it step by step, Wen Xien was sincerely grateful to him.

Later, Wen Xien began to take over those larger businesses slowly, and Liang Zhongshan would also give up some power. After Wen Xien got on the right track, he would often ask Fan Xian to come out to drink.

"Two days later, Old Mrs. Qi celebrates her birthday. Don't you have a business with the Qi family to negotiate? Go together?"

Wen Xien nodded, "Okay, please help me prepare more gifts."

Fan Xian shook his wine glass and cursed with a smile: "You clever ghost, you know how to call me."

Wen Xien chuckled gently, and the ending of his low and mute voice slightly raised, with a bit of laziness when he woke up.

She lowered her head and didn't say anything, but her eye feathers, like crow wings, trembled gently, looking seductive.

"How can I say it's a command? I'm asking you, Brother Fan..."

In the eyes of those rich second generations, they all regard Fan Xian as brother, and they like Brother Fan’s name.

But in Wen Xien's mouth, Brother Fan felt a different taste.

The smoke gradually dimmed the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them very close together. Fan Xian looked at Wen Xien's affectionate but full expression, and suddenly his heart was uncontrollable and thumped.

Fan Xian paused his movements and smiled calmly, "When I ask me, I will know I'll call you brother."

"Where is it?" The beautiful man took a deep breath of the slightly choked cigarette. The mouthpiece was bitten by the bright red lips and the dark water stains were broken. He leaned against the sofa, his posture seemed to be giving alms or seducing.

Like a fallen god, it is clearly top porn.

She sucked and spitted blue and gray smoke, looked up at Fan Xian, with her eyebrows and eyes smiling.

Fan Xian lowered his eyelashes slightly, then hooked his shoulder and hugged her over. His handsome and angular face showed a wicked smile, which was so sexy.

"I'm calling you brother and listening."

His tone was like tempting a simple child.

Fan Xian had a faint smell of wine on his body, and it was not unpleasant to mix with his high-end cologne perfume. On the contrary, there was also a male hormone smell.

So Wen Xien didn't push him away, but he didn't want to tell him.

Wen Xien finished drinking the wine in the glass, looked at his watch, and said, "I won't make a fuss with you. I still have business to negotiate tomorrow, so I'll go back first."

Wen Xien just informed him, but he didn't expect to leave with him with his coat.

Lu Qian, who was sitting on the other side, turned his head when he heard the movement at the door. Seeing Fan Xian wearing a suit and sitting alone there, he sneered.

"Sheen left? Why did he look abandoned?"

Fan Xian glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "Go to drink."

Lu Qian was shocked, his joking expression was restrained, and his tone showed a bit of seriousness, "What's wrong, I still have to drink it, are you okay? I'll just talk about it."

Fan Xian said nothing. He leaned on the back, closed his eyes to rest, and looked tired no matter how he looked.

Lu Qian was a little hesitant and didn't say anything. He waved to the waiter to bring a few bottles of brandy over.

After the wine was served, Fan Xian looked up, the ice cubes collided with the wine glass, and the Adam's apple rolled, clearing it to the end.

Seeing Fan Xian pouring three cups in succession, Lu Qian nervously grabbed the cup, "Brother Fan, you don't drink like that."

Fan Xian's eyes were dark, and he grabbed his hair irritably, with a strong depression precipitated.

He didn't answer, so he simply leaned on the sofa again and pulled out a cigarette to bite it.

The slender, distinctive hands turned the lighter and opened the lid and ignited the fire. The firelight was clearly extinguished, and the smoke came out covered the face, with extreme silence.

After a long time, he shook the ashes, closed his eyes and continued to smoke. A thin light fell from the ceiling, depicting this deep and sharp side face.

The man's half-hung and half-covered eyelashes spread on his skin, leaving a faint gloom, and his meticulous hair was slightly messy.

(End of this chapter)
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