The man responded softly, but Yan Shiqi tightened the fabric of his suit around his waist, and his voice was choked, "Why are you here?"

Didn't you say you would have to come back later?

How could it appear in Aunt Hua's old residence?

She had a lot of words, lots and lots of questions, and wanted to confide them in him.

However, at the moment when he was embraced into his arms, he couldn't speak, and his eyes were wet.

"Well, I've been waiting. The man put his arm around her, and gently stroked her hair with warmth in his palm, which was a deep comfort and distress.

Yan Shiqi leaned on his shoulder, and after forcing back the wetness in her eyes, she muttered, "Fourth brother, I lost Wen Cheng!"

In a word, there is endless sadness and sadness.

In the past two days, her hard-working emotions have a tendency to burst in front of men.

Yan Shiqi's voice was full of bitterness, and then she unexpectedly saw the direction behind the man, and in a room, there was a faint candlelight jumping.

She took a deep breath as she adjusted her emotions, and the man's suddenly muffled words were whispered in her ear, "I know, sorry, I'm late." ”

Yan Shiqi shook his head, wanting to widen the distance between the two.

However, just as she was about to act, the man's arm locked her firmly in his arms again, kissed her ear, and said in a low tone, "Wen Cheng is fine." ”

Yan Shiqi froze in his arms, but his heart was hot.

This cold and windy autumn night doesn't seem to be so cold.

In the dim vision, she met the man's starry eyes inch by inch, she trembled, and repeated: "Wen Cheng, is she okay?"

The man was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at the candlelit room, and said in a deep tone, "People are inside." ”

Yan Shiqi almost didn't hesitate, and was about to walk over with his leg raised.

But the wrist was grabbed by the man, he slowly stroked her face, and advised: "After seeing it, be calm, I'm waiting for you here." ”

Her heart, because of these words, instantly crumbled again.

"Good. ”

Yan Shiqi stepped on high heels, walked to the door of the wing room in a hurry, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, the double wooden door opened in response, and the person who greeted her surprised her, "Officer Lei?"

......

Five minutes later, Yan Shiqi walked out of the chamber with scarlet eyes.

She pursed the corners of her lips, and the tip of her nose was a little red, this night, it was still so cold.

The man stood at the door of the weeping flower and waited for her, and when he saw her come out, he greeted her, and opened his arms to take her in.

The corners of Yan Shiqi's mouth twitched because of forbearance, she smothered her cheeks in his arms, her hands clenched into fists against his chest, and her voice was hoarse, "Who did it?"

"The other party is a group of thugs who are stationed in nightclubs. ”

......

At five o'clock, Yan Shiqi and the man returned to the glass conservatory.

The birthday banquet is about to begin, and there are already a lot of guests at the table inside.

Mr. Wen Chongli, as a master of Chinese painting and a distinguished professor of a well-known university, is full of peach and plum all over the world, including his students and elites from all walks of life.

Among them, the heirs of the Leng family and the Li family were also present.

Outside the glass conservatory, through the bright light, Yan Shiqi saw the Wen family sitting at the main table.

The old man at the top, over seventy years old, dressed in a dark red Tang suit, was in good spirits, he wore glasses with gold wire frames, and two thin chains dangling from the temples.

His blazing eyes were dyed with a smile, deepening the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but in this conversation and laughter, he revealed gentleness and elegance.