Chapter 315 This feeling is helpless, but it is just a brow that falls in my heart (70)

There is no need to talk about the little things in the past until now. That memory is bitter and sweet, but for Wen Xien, there is no regret left.

Now the Liang family is only two of them. In general, she is only Chen Yue, one relative. As long as Chen Yue doesn't do too much, it's easy to buy everything.

Wen Xien returned home very late. She pulled her tie off and threw it on the sofa, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows drooped tiredly.

She walked inside, taking off her suit jacket while walking, and stepped on the floor with her leather shoes making a slight clattering sound.

Unlike the simple and cold outer room, the inner room has a warm and soft style. The light orange light covers the light-colored carpet, as if there is a layer of furry warm light, which makes people's hearts immediately warm.

Wen Xien paused slightly, and the person sitting on the sofa woke up slowly when he heard the movement.

He saw Wen Xien's eyes lit up suddenly, and a happy smile spread like ripples on his lips.

"You are back, have you eaten? Are you hungry now?"

Chen Yue didn't know how long he had been waiting, but there was only a warm smile on his face. When the warm yellow lamp dispersed, it was like a dreamy dream, nothingness and ethereality.

Somehow, Wen Xien suddenly became a little irritated.

The neatly-tied hair she used to take was a few strands scattered on her forehead, giving her a bit of messy beauty.

Because he had been lowering his head for too long, his neck was still a little sore now. Wen Xien shook his neck uncomfortable, raised his hand to lift his broken hair, revealing his beautiful and beautiful facial features.

Chen Yue turned her head shyly, but soon continued to stare at the person in front of her, wishing she could carve it into the mold.

"I'm not hungry, you go and rest." Wen Xien's voice was cold, his expression was cold, and his eyebrows were frowning like picturesque.

Eun-en seemed to be becoming more and more frowning, and Chen Yue thought quietly in her heart.

Wen Xien didn't want to see Chen Yue very much, so he just walked around him and went upstairs.

Chen Yue looked at her thin back and couldn't help but twist her fingertips.

After a while, the corners of his lips slowly set off in a strange curve.

...

Wen Xien heard the door being knocked twice gently and regularly after taking a shower.

While wiping his hair, he walked over to open the door. Chen Yue, wearing pajamas, stood at the door.

In Wen Xien's puzzled gaze, Chen Yue said, "This is the information I collected this day. Please wait and see what else is wrong."

Wen Xien's hands were wet, so he asked Chen Yue to send them in and put them on the table.

Sitting on the sofa and wiping his hair, Wen Xien turned around and saw that Chen Yue not only did not leave, but also walked towards her.

"Yeah." Chen Yue's lips bent slightly, and the smile in her eyes became stronger. He looked at Wen Xien, and suddenly raised his other hand to gently wrap her hand wiping her hair, and then pressed it very close, "I'll help you wipe it."

As soon as I got closer, a warm and intoxicating fragrance suddenly burst out, and the familiar and thoughtful smell penetrated straight into the nose, making people feel slightly intoxicated.

Chen Yue stood behind the sofa, bent over and smelled the smell almost fascinated. He leaned over to Wen Xien's neck and greedily sniffed the cold fragrance on her body. His pupils were filled with obvious desire to possessiveness, and his lips seemed to have touched them inadvertently, vaguely, making people unaware of it.

The thin thin lips were gently pursed, as if they were aftertaste, and as if they were trying to keep them.

But Wen Xien sat up from the sofa the next second, frowned and her chest was undulating.

Just when Shen Yue thought Wen Xien would lose her temper in anger, she just said coldly and restrainedly.

"go out."

The air gradually solidified and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

But Wen Xien seemed to be disgusted and didn't want to look at him, and turned his back to him.

"go out."

Repeat again, this time the voice became even colder.

What Chen Yue looked down upon most was Wen Xien's cold and cold attitude, and he ignored him. No matter what, he would have a hot face and a cold butt, and would not be moved. He used all kinds of means to please him, but Wen Xien was like a stone that could not be covered with heat, so cold that Chen Yue felt cold all over her body.

The tyrannical desire almost broke out, and Chen Yue stared at Wen Xien as if he was staring at his prey like an eagle.

The thin back was straight and thin, like the moonlight that would dissipate when the wind blew.

After Wen Xien didn't hear the movement of him going out, he turned his head and his side face was extremely perfect.

"That guy is out. Remember to dry your hair, otherwise you will have a headache." Chen Yue smiled in her eyes, and she seemed to have never had anger just now.

Wen Xien just said nothing and said nothing.

Chen Yue had no choice but to leave with such unwillingness.

...

During such a busy time, Fan Xian helped Wen Xien a lot. Even though Wen Xien had always refused, Fan Xian just pretended not to see it.

Wen Xien felt that it was really unnecessary. No matter what, she didn't want to be related to Fan Xian.

After the meeting, Wen Xien continued to meet with the partners.

This time, some terms of the agreement need to be modified, and many investors have come. Wen Xienlai's was relatively late, but she did not expect that Fan Xian also invested in this project.

Wen Xien rarely sees Fan Xian. After all, both of them are very busy. After looking at him inadvertently, he found that Fan Xian has lost a lot of weight, and the sharpness and hostility in the outline are becoming more obvious.

Fortunately, the investors are all there, so the situation will not be very embarrassing.

Wen Xien adjusted his mood and talked, and finally he felt relieved after signing the letter.

After the talk, Wen Xien went to the bathroom.

After walking to the door, he ran into Fan Xian who happened to come out of it. She didn't want to pay attention to the other party. Fan Xian had no intention of stopping her when he saw her. When Fan Xian passed by, his eyes were uncontrollably glanced.

Only the delicate and high nose bridge, tight pale lips, and shaking white.

The system asked in confusion: [Are you so calm when you go to the men's bathroom now?]

Wen Xien sighed: [There is no way, because of work, I am just a poor worker.]

System: […This is not your shameless excuse.]

Wen Xien came out and saw Fan Xian standing in the corridor. He held the cigarette in his hand, and a scarlet light appeared faintly.

When Wen Xien came over, he pressed the smoke in his hand and blocked her way.

Wen Xi'en was looking at him, his eyes were as dark as ink, his face was dull, but his eyebrows and eyes were clearly reflected by the morning light that broke in the sky. His face was outlined with strokes, although it looked good, but he was really cold and heartless.

"Liang Xien." Fan Xian called out.

Wen Xien did not respond to him.

Fan Xian looked at her with a deep look and said, "Are you and Shen Yue together again?"

Dark extreme thoughts fermented in jealousy and resentment. He was anxious and anxious to wait for Wen Xien's reply.

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