: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water is always in the east (5)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of regrets, water is always in the east (5)

Yue Ling looked at Fu Yi's dog-like expression, raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were dark, "Don't you know that showing affection will kill you quickly?"

This was Fu Yi's birthday party, and Mr. Yue didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

He leaned back, stretched out one long leg, and put it on the table. Underneath his half-smile, there was secret malice and sarcasm.

The people in the box were happy and willing to watch the show.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero, suffocating and depressing.

Lin Yiran's face was white, and she seemed to feel the malice and malice emanating from Yue Ling silently, and couldn't help but shrink into Fu Yi's arms.

"Yue Ling——"

Yan Ran's final note rose slightly, and the tone was like the early morning sunlight blowing away the cold mist.

Next sentence.

"Apologize."

Yue Ling's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it. The blood was rushing in his body, as if it would explode in the next second.

Apologize?!

He doesn’t know how to pronounce an apology!

Just when he was about to lose control of his temper, Yan Ran glanced sideways, with an intimidating coldness in his expression.

Yan Ran looked unfamiliar.

It is also the most elusive.

The anger burning in Yue Ling's heart was as if a basin of frosty cold water had been poured on it, and it suddenly died down.

He didn't dare to look at Yan Ran, so he could only stare at Fu Yi reluctantly and with great reluctance, clenching his fists and making a rattling noise.

His face was ferocious, and he struggled to utter a few words.

"sorry."

This expression doesn't look like an apology, but like he wants to kill someone.

As if feeling aggrieved, or feeling embarrassed, Yue Ling left angrily, and the door was closed with a clang, which was enough to show how angry the little ancestor was.

Fu Yi's expression remained unchanged, still gentle and gentle: "Yue Ling's temper is just like that, I won't take his words to heart, there is no need to apologize."

Yan Ran looked at him and thought: How could a small-minded man like you not take it to heart? I'm afraid Yue Ling was already happy when he apologized to him, and he was still pretending. It was indeed hypocritical.

But on the surface Yan Ran just said: "It's your birthday today, what he said is unlucky."

Fu Yi still smiled, but there was a surging gloom in his eyes, pretending that nothing happened, "Come on, eat cake."

——

The lines at one corner of the sweater sleeves were torn out, and his fingers were very long and beautiful. Except for the old scars on them, they looked like jade carvings.

He grabbed the thread and knotted it tirelessly, repeating the action over and over again, full of suggestive nervousness.

A piece of cake dotted with strawberries suddenly appeared in front of him. Fu Ji did not move. After a few seconds, he looked at the person who handed him the cake.

Yan Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled carelessly: "Would you like to eat?"

Fu Ji didn't move, remained silent, and didn't reach out to pick it up.

Yan Ran didn't feel embarrassed, put the cake on the coffee table opposite, and naturally sat next to Fu Ji.

Fu Ji's gaze also moved, his dark pupils and cold scrutiny as cold as a blade buried in the snow and ice of the mountains.

He kept staring, as if he didn't even know how impolite it was to stare at someone like that.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll think you're in love with me."

It's like a joke.

Yan Ran was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed, her skin was very pale and sickly, even a little transparent under the light, her long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped lightly, and a red mole on the tip of her nose added to the meandering look.

She is very young, and her profile and eyebrows are all outstanding, reminding her of the moon in the dark night.

The black striped sweater wraps up the thin figure, and the lines are ascetic and graceful.

That feeling came again.

Is it hate?

Fu Ji felt the rhythm of his heartbeat for the second time.

He stared at the face that was too pale and sickly. The red mole on the tip of his nose was like a stroke of cinnabar.

His eardrums seemed to be bursting from the beating of his heart, and his obvious and sexy Adam's apple was rolling.

Those seemingly passionate peach blossom eyes are full of love, but who can know the filth and viciousness inside.

Sugar-coated poison is the most deadly.

My mind is filled with strange and bizarre images.

The noise around him disappeared, and the faces of others turned into distorted and shapeless monsters. They might be talking in human language, but in Fu Ji's eyes.

None of them are human.

Just a deformed monster that speaks human language.

Only Yan Ran.

Pale, elegant, thin.

She disguises herself well.

Within a few seconds of looking at Yan Ran, his heartbeat had already exceeded his speed, his skull was roaring at high speed, and his pale lips were pursed tightly.

No one knew that beneath that indifferent and handsome appearance was thick lava that was about to burst out.

He will turn Yan Ran into the kind of person he hates most, a monster and an abandoned existence, just like him, dying in decay, despair, and resentment.

Fu Ji's eyes became more and more intense and sharp.

Yan Ran didn't seem to feel it. She took out the mint candy from her pocket, opened it, and stuffed it into her mouth. The refreshing taste made people feel refreshed.

Neither of them spoke. Yan Ran seemed to be just hiding in a quiet place to rest. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward, and Fu Ji did not look away.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, as if she didn't feel the sight that was almost burning.

"Yan Ran."

The gentle and handsome man walked over, his eyes lingering on Yan Ran and Fu Ji unnoticeably.

Fu Yi drank some wine and his fair face turned red.

There was still a smell of numbing alcohol on his body, and he smiled at Yan Ran's face that was still pale and dignified even under the ambiguous light, "Why is everyone here? I haven't seen you for so long, no.

Are you going to have a few more drinks with me?"

Yan Ran really didn't want to go, but he still had to maintain his character. No matter what, he would always be Bai Yueguang in his heart. If he was too ruthless, it would easily arouse suspicion.

Yan Ran slightly curved the corners of her mouth, picked up the wine glass, and slightly curved her fingers. The curvature, from the joints to the skin and flesh, was all exquisite and white, slender and graceful.

Even more dazzling than a reflective crystal cup.

"I'm busy, I'll stay with you today."

Yan Ran stood up and came to Fu Yi's side.

It was the same choice every time, and he still came to Fu Yi's side without hesitation.

Yan Ran is like this, affectionate, thin-boned, the ultimate contrast, like a poppy that makes people unconsciously approach, attract, indulge, and finally become addicted.

The red mole on the tip of the nose is so charming on that pale face.

She looked at Fu Yi intimately and at ease.

……laugh.

Fu Ji calmly withdrew his gaze.

Fu Yi took Yan Ran to the center of the box and sat down.

She drank slowly, as if she was enjoying herself, and her every move was as elegant as a nobleman from the last century.

Fu Yi asked casually: "Why did you hide there all of a sudden? I was still looking for you everywhere."

Yan Ran didn't look at him, "It's clean over there."

The words I saved in the past few days have been cleared (I cried like a fat man weighing 200 pounds)
Chapter completed!