He always flirts with her.

Touching his forehead, Mo Xiran curled his lips.

What exactly is going to be!

After flirting, it’s fine, and it’s messing up the spring water.

"Have dinner?" Zhou Yanchen asked again, leaning against the back of the chair, he raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

Mo Xiran said "um" and was a little uncomfortable with the two of them talking so well.

Suddenly I remembered that when he approached him just now, the alcohol smelled a little heavy.

She was stunned and said in surprise: "Have you drunk?"

"Well, how can you not drink when you are in a social event?" He looked at her sideways, and he looked at her with a angrily look.

This is not the point!

"You are still driving when you drink?! You are desperate! You can't drive if you drink! Your coach didn't teach you when you were learning to drive!"

Zhou Yanchen sneered with his sword eyebrows.

"The driver drove me back, but just now, he was in front of me, so I asked him to go home. To be precise, I drove a few hundred meters. What about this explanation?"

"That's not OK," Mo Xiran muttered, "You can't drive if you drink."

"I won't drive anymore." As he said that, Zhou Yanchen opened the door on his side and got out of the car.

Seeing that she was still sitting in the car, he held the car door and looked at her in the car.

"Not going down?"

"Ah? Get off." She quickly got out of the car and followed him towards the gate.

"That." Hesitated, Mo Xiran grabbed Zhou Yanchen at the door.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand.

Ginging, he asked in a deep voice: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Mr. Zhao, are you really not allowed to see Miss Jiang? They have misunderstandings, and I think there is a misunderstanding..."

"This matter."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Yanchen interrupted her impatiently, "You don't have to worry, you understand?"

Mo Xiran lowered her head with a smile on her own.

No matter what you care about, no matter who wants to care about it!

The two came back together, and everyone in the living room looked over.

Old Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "Why are you back together?"

"I met outside." Zhou Yanchen said, his eyes falling on Jiang Xiaohan.

Her face was much better than the previous two days. When he looked at her, she smiled lightly.

Mo Xiran looked at Zhou Yanchen and then at Jiang Xiaohan. He found that they were looking at him, and he felt uncomfortable again.

What!

There are so many people, don’t you know if you are a little concerned!

And Jiang Xiaohan, didn’t he say he had nothing to do with Zhou Yanchen? Why do he smile so well now!

Very annoying!

She shouldn't think about it anymore!

Let them do whatever they want!

"I'll go upstairs first." After saying softly, Mo Xiran went back to the room.

Zhou Yanchen watched her back disappear from the corner, and walked towards the sofa, "What are you talking about?"

"Talk a few words." Zhou Yanxi smiled, "Zhouran will accompany Xiaohan to go out for a walk tomorrow."

Zhou Yanchen glanced at Chu Zhouran and nodded: "Okay, let Zhouran be with you."

...

While sitting on the soft collapse by the window reading a book, the door of the room rang.

At this time of day, Aunt Gui would give her the soup.

Putting down the book, Jiang Xiaohan walked to open the door.

When the door opened, she was stunned.

Outside the door, the person holding the tray was not Aunt Gui.

"Yan Chen, why are you?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yanchen responded and stared at her, "Can you go in?"

"Of course." Nodded, Jiang Xiaohan moved aside.

Zhou Yanchen put the tray on the coffee table and said, "Drink it."

"Okay, let me drink for a while."

Standing with his back to Jiang Xiaohan, the two of them were speechless for a moment.

After a long time, Zhou Yanchen turned around and looked at her.

She was still as soft as water, as if she never had a temper.

This is in front of him.

When she faces Zhao Rui, she will become another person.

I have more smiles and more tempers, and occasionally I have naughty smiles.

With him, her life will only be heavy.

"Xiaohan, do you still hate me?"

The male voice is low and bitter.

This is the thing he has feared the most for a long time.

Jiang Xiaohan looked at him and shook his head gently: "I still said the same thing, Yan Chen, I have never blamed you."

She didn't know that it was because she said this every time that it was even more difficult for him to let go.

What he did to her was not worth forgiven.

"You have a rest, I'll leave first."

Escaped from the room, Zhou Yanchen headed straight to the first floor.

At the bar, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

"How can I be alone?"

Suddenly a gentle voice came.

Zhou Yanchen shook the cup in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Come here to have a drink with me."

"Okay." Chu Zhouran came over and sat in a high chair.

After taking the cup handed over by Zhou Yanchen, he took a sip and pressed Zhou Yanchen's wrist, "Drink less, aren't you drinking tonight?"

"It's okay." Breaking free from Chu Zhouran's hand, Zhou Yanchen drank the second cup.

"You still can't let it go." Chu Zhouran looked at him and frowned, "Uncle, when will you let yourself go?"

Zhou Yanchen's fingers froze and he reached the third cup, "Put it down? How to put it down? I have hurt her for the rest of my life."

"Xiaohan, she won't blame you."

"It's because she doesn't blame me! I..."

He growled, and he couldn't continue talking.

...

After changing his clothes and taking his bag, Mo Xiran went out.

Today she made an appointment with Brother Bai to go to the art exhibition.

She took a taxi to the exhibition center and she had already taken ten minutes in advance.

But when she arrived, she saw a man in a silver-gray casual outfit standing on a Porsche.

The sunlight lingers softly around him, looking so warm.

After paying the car, Mo Xiran carried a bag and shouted, "Brother Bai!"

Shiraicheng turned his head and saw her, his lips curled up and he smiled warmly.

Mo Xiran ran over quickly, gasping for breath, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"
To be continued...