The boy was hidden in the darkness, with only the plain ring faintly emitting a cold glow.
His expression was gloomy and unclear.
Pan Shu tugged at the shoulder strap that was about to slip off, and her slender fingertips hooked the thin and cool shoulder strap, and her fair and round shoulders were caught in Wen Que's eyes without any defense.
The girl seemed unaware.
Wen Que was already very irritable. He calmed down and was about to speak.
“Squeak—”
The door to the lounge behind him was pushed open from the inside.
The boy looked at him lazily and provocatively.
Wen Que's mind suddenly went blank.
So just now... she has been with Cen Juan?
Cen Juan lazily placed his arm across Pan Shu's waist, clearly possessive. He curled his lips slightly and said, "God D, why aren't you leaving yet?"
Pan Shu glanced at him and didn't give him face. She took Cen Juan's hand away and said, "Don't touch me."
Cen Juan was still smiling.
But the smile gradually turned cold.
He said nonchalantly, "Tsk, we've already kissed..."
Cen Juan said this on purpose.
I said it on purpose for Wen Que to hear.
When Wen Que heard Cen Juan's words, his face suddenly turned pale and fragile. He drooped his eyelashes and bit the tip of his tongue until the fishy and sweet taste of rust filled his entire tongue cavity. Only then did he calm down slightly.
Pan Shu naturally saw that Wen was jealous.
But she should take the initiative to coax him?
Not likely.
When it comes to coaxing a man, it's all about the mood. Unless she is willing to play with this man, she rarely takes the initiative to soften her attitude and coax a so-called man.
Cen Juan drove here by himself.
A striking Rolls-Royce supercar.
"Shushu, shall I take you home?" He spoke in a familiar and intimate tone without any regard for the other man present.
Pan Shu shook her head slowly, "You go first."
From Cen Juan's perspective, he could see the girl's dazzlingly white skin and her delicate and charming profile. He then recalled the coldness and indifference in her eyes in the lounge, and the joy that arose from the depths of his heart faded a little.
She is so beautiful.
Just like the bright moon in the sky that every man dreams of but is out of reach.
Although this description is vulgar.
But Cen Juan couldn't find a more appropriate word to describe her.
He suddenly felt a little anxious.
But what was he to her now?
Suppressing the subtle and complex emotions in his heart, Cen Juan tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips nonchalantly and replied lazily, "Then I'll go back first."
After all, I was afraid that if I continued to pester her, she would be unhappy.
In terms of rank, Cen Juan is much higher than Wen Que.
"Um."
"Tsk, you didn't even stay for a moment." Cen Juan was still disappointed.
Pan Shu pretended not to understand his hidden meaning.
As soon as Cen Juan left, Wen suddenly dropped his head into the crook of her shoulder. The faint citrus scent on the boy's body enveloped Pan Shu with both tolerance and power. The corners of his eyes were crimson, and he said in a hoarse voice, "...did you kiss?"
In the quiet seconds.
Wen felt that his heart was like a broken mirror, and the sharp fragments pierced his heart and made him bleed.
"Be good." Ban Shu rubbed his hair nonchalantly.
The boy made no sound when he cried.
Until she felt the wetness on her shoulder, Pan Shu was a little bit surprised, "Are you crying?"
Isn't she still okay?
The boy hummed in a muffled voice.
He raised his head, and the crimson at the corners of his eyes looked even more charming and seductive against the backdrop of his dazzling silver hair. He was already handsome, and this made people want to bully him even more.
Very delicate.
The boy's voice was somewhere between clear and hoarse.
The moment the wind stopped.
He lowered his eyes and kissed Banshu's lips, saying softly:
"Sister, please don't bully me."
Wen licked her soft lips awkwardly and cautiously, his heart bubbling with joy. But when he realized the girl's attitude of neither refusing nor responding, he couldn't help but shed tears.
He never knew he was such a crybaby.
The girl sighed softly.
With her cold fingertips, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in an almost ruthless tone, "I really don't understand why you are sad."
Doesn't she really understand?
Or maybe I just simply don’t want to understand.
"Wen Que, we've only met once."
"But……"
"I can pretend that what happened today never happened. Don't do this again next time." Pan Shu gently brushed his hand away, but there was no emotion in her eyes. "Too fast, Wen Que."
You see, keep him hanging and don't give him any response.
But it gave him hope.
If Cen Juan was here today, he would have ruthlessly exposed her behavior as a scumbag.
But Wen Que, he really didn't understand anything.
He fumbled to please her—
But she pushed him away.
Pan Shu was well aware of the principle of giving a sweet reward after a slap in the face, so she softened her voice and said, "Wen Que, I'm not ready yet. You're acting too suddenly... Can you give me a little more time?"
"good."
When the silver-haired boy smiled, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"Did you drive here by yourself too?" asked Pan Shu.
"I'm not yet of age, sis."
So I don't have a driver's license.
Pan Shu suddenly realized that the boy in front of her was only seventeen years old, the same age as Lu Qi.
Even so—
But he still came here without hesitation without even knowing what she looked like or what her name was.
Because they were afraid that she wouldn't be able to handle the reporters' deliberate harassment.
I was afraid that the photo would have a huge negative impact on her.
So, I came here without hesitation.
Pan Shu curled her lips and asked, "Have you booked your flight yet?"
"Can I go to my sister's house?"
The boy's eyes softened, no one would refuse him.
Pan Shu remembered that there was Ji Qinglin, so it would be better not to let these targets meet in the short term.
"No."
Pan Shu took out her phone and wanted to book a flight for him, but the boy stopped her with his long, clean knuckles. "No need, sister. Someone from the base will come to pick me up. I'll take you to the airport."
…
Not long after returning home and resting, Panshu was about to start a live broadcast.
The chandelier in the room flickered twice, and then with a "click", the whole room fell into complete darkness.
"Host, the power has tripped." said the system.
"Yeah." Banshu's eyes flickered slightly.
Open the phone.
The girl instantly changed into an innocent look of fear and panic, with tears in her eyelashes, looking very touching.
She called Ji Qinglin.
The call was answered quickly, and a man's gentle voice came from the receiver, "Hello."
Pan Shu was silent for a few seconds before she choked up and said:
"My house seems to... seems to have a power outage. Can you come over..."
"good."
Before Pan Shu could finish, Ji Qinglin agreed. He looked through the French window and saw the pitch blackness across from him. His heart tightened, and his voice softened. "Don't be afraid, I'll be right there."
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