Wen Cheng shook his head slowly, "With him by my side, I will not only be heartfelt." Besides, Xiaoliu, they are still waiting for me, and when your filming is over, I will go to Licheng to find you. ”

When she followed Yan Shiqi all the way to Lucheng, she didn't expect Qin Baiyu to come over.

Many times, she wondered how much this man loved Shi Qi, so he would do whatever it took to accompany him.

Envy?

Maybe, but in her current life, she is not qualified to fall in love.

......

In the evening, Wen Cheng was leaving.

Yan Shiqi was a little reluctant, and pulled Wen Cheng in the living room to keep instructing.

"You remember that the emperor gave me a message. ”

"If you have something, you can tell me at any time, don't carry it alone. ”

"Also, don't be a debt collector anymore, a high-risk profession is not for you. ”

"Oh yes, and ......"

Yan Shiqi pulled Wen Cheng's hand like a housekeeper and broke his thoughts.

The man seated next to him sat on the single sofa, reclining on the armrests, his cigarette burning on his fingertips.

His eyes were gentle, his thin lips hung with a faint smile, and he stared at her careful advice for a moment, and there was a deep indulgence and love in the depths of his eyes.

Wen Cheng was abused enough.

Her hands have been pulled by Yan Shiqi, even if each other's palms are stained with sweat, she still holds them tightly.

Seeing the sunset outside, Wen Cheng rubbed his head and interrupted, "Okay! I'm not a child, are you so worried?"

Yan Shiqi blinked, stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, "It's not that I'm not worried, it's just ...... Hmmm......"

Unexpectedly with the right wording, she choked on herself.

Wen Cheng's heart is very warm at the moment, and the long-lost care and worry were brought to her by Yan Shiqi.

"Don't worry about me, I've been here for so many years, and I'll be fine. Before Wen Cheng got up, he hugged her and hugged her.

It's her sister!

In the twenty-two years that she and Wen Zhiyuan lived in the Wen family, they had never had such a close sisterly interaction.

She looked down on Wen Zhiyuan, as if she had natural disdain in her bones, no matter what Wen Zhiyuan did or said in front of her, what she got was always her cold glance and contemptuous eyes.

And when I met Yan Shiqi, it was a diametrically opposite emotional outburst.

I want to protect her, I want to love her, and look at her smiling eyebrows and eyes like the sun shining on the earth.

After all, it's still a little regrettable, I haven't seen her when she was born, I haven't hugged her milky little body, and I haven't heard her soft and glutinous voice shouting 'sister'.

They were absent from each other's first half of their lives, and it also made them cherish the years after they met.

Before Wen Cheng left, he deliberately opened the inkstone.

She looked at Qin Baiyu in the living room, they were sitting at both ends of the sofa, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

"She's my own sister, please treat her well. "Wen Cheng gets straight to the point.

Even if I believe that they are affectionate, I still want to ask for a few words.

The man's mature and steady posture was like a mountain cedar, he opened his eyelids and looked at Wen Cheng, and his tone was very steady: "Yes." ”

Wen Cheng pursed his lips, his eyes flickering a few times inadvertently.

This man, without the presence of Yan Shiqi, was cold and arrogant, and his breath was unapproachable, burning her calmness.

If she wants to warn, it will be difficult to survive in front of men.

In terms of momentum, she is a lot shorter.

Wen Cheng sighed, not daring to make a gesture as an elder anymore.

She's afraid of losing her life......