The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 247 Mr. He Notes Lonely Life [48]

Hearing this, Shen Lang was a little surprised, but it was fleeting, he lifted his steps and walked slowly outside the door, "The banquet is almost over, we have to go out quickly..."

"..." As soon as the words fell, her arm was suddenly pulled.

Looking up along the snow-white jade arm, I saw his cold and beautiful face, "...I thought you would give me an explanation."

Shen Lang lowered his head and glanced at the hand on his arm, and the hostility between his brows and eyes slowly rose, word by word, "...let go."

Wen Jie's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at her with dim eyes, the strength in his hand loosened, and then let go again.

The palms finally hang down by the sides of the body, clenched tightly, and then loosened.A sense of powerlessness swept over his body.

Shen Lang walked out gracefully, ignoring him behind him.

Wen Jie tilted his head, looking at the sticky night outside the window, his eyes were slightly dark, reflecting the coldness of the stars.

Yes, as it is now.

His powerlessness, his sadness, are like the warm light in the house, obviously so faint, but delusional to plunge into the majestic and cold night, even if the passage is this tightly closed window.

The light was smashed and scattered on such a bright and clear window, and the window was stubbornly closed, and the few rays of light that got out by chance were instantly swallowed and diluted by the night, like moths to the flame, but they never tired of it.

...The man raised his hand, and rubbed the center of his brows with his long, white fingers. The long, crow-colored eyelashes couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes.

He is very tired.

But the banquet still had to go on, his lover was still outside, so he had to go out.

...

"Miss Shen,...you are so beautiful." Seeing her alone, someone came up to her, eyes full of greed | desire, but they thought they were personable.

It was Zhang Hua who was severely humiliated by Wen Jie not long ago.

Shen Lang still remembered his face, his long eyebrows raised slightly, "Maybe I should say thank you?"

She didn't think it was a compliment, after all, the face of the original owner was mediocre visible to the naked eye.Unrealistic praise is sometimes closer to sincere sarcasm.

Zhang Hua laughed, but his eyeballs couldn't help but sway to other places. Shen Lang suppressed the chills that surged up in his heart, and said with a chuckle: "It seems that Mr. Zhang likes my figure?"

"...Of course!" Any man who doesn't like it is willing to let him die on her body!

After saying this, Zhang Hua immediately regretted it.

Even if you think so in your heart, you can't say it openly. What's the difference between this and a hooligan?
He cleared his throat, showed his elegant posture, took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and handed it to her, and said, "Then... is there any chance for us to drink and chat... If Miss Shen is willing Appreciate the face, that Zhang must be overjoyed."

It was quite reserved, if Wen Jie had not given her the status of a married woman at the beginning.

"Mr. Zhang forgot, I am Wen Jie's wife."

It's okay if you don't talk about it, but once you talk about it...he seems to be more excited.As if a strange switch was touched, the following conversation seemed weird and ambiguous.

"I like it...ah no, you know, we men don't mind these things...the most important thing is liking. I believe Mr. Wen should have a lot outside..."

Shen Lang smiled deeply, his eyes flickered, "It's not impossible if you want me to agree... I just don't know if Mr. Zhang has the blessing to enjoy it."

Hearing this, Zhang Hua glanced around subconsciously, but he didn't find the figure of the man, so he felt relieved, sneaked up to him, and said in a low voice: "...Don't worry, I will definitely not disappoint my wife."

Shen Lang: "..."

"Langlang." A cold and deep voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhang Hua, like the chant of a devil, which sent a chill down his spine.

Zhang Hua froze in place, not daring to turn around or move.

Shen Lang looked past him, looked straight at the man behind him, tilted his head, and smiled lightly: "... Are you willing to come out?"

Wen Jie didn't answer her, but walked towards them step by step, with a cool smile, "What are you doing here...Langlang?"

After a few steps, he came to their side, took her by Wei Liang's hand, and gently pulled her to the front.

Shen Lang frowned slightly, raised his face to look at him, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"you…"

However, Wen Jie casually raised his fingertips to cover her lips, and rubbed them lightly twice, making a small blush, "Don't talk yet...I want to listen to him."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Hua.

The cold and deep gaze seemed to freeze him to death, without the slightest concealment of killing intent.

Zhang Hua panicked, and hurriedly said: "I... I just saw Mrs. Wen alone, so I couldn't help but go forward and ask, there is no other meaning..."

Wen Jie's eyes were dim, and there were dark emotions rolling in his eyes, but he didn't know what he thought of, he suppressed his anger, his thin crimson lips slightly curled up, and said slowly: "...Of course, I'm just curious, you and I What did your wife say."

Shen Lang gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, and when he saw his gaze, a shy smile appeared on his lips, "I flirted with him first, it has nothing to do with him."

Wen Jie's gaze suddenly froze, like a cold pool soaked in a lone star, staring at her firmly, without saying a word, he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

Until Zhang Hua couldn't bear to sneak away, the atmosphere between the two did not ease down.

One is smiling and gentle like water, and the other is icy and chilling.

The smiling one seemed to have a heart not to let the cold-faced Shu Tan stab him in the heart with every word.

"...Enough." Finally, he said in a low voice.The long eyelashes drooped slightly, and no one could see the emotion in his eyes.

"Look at how you look now," Shen Lang chuckled lightly, dragged him to the window, and pointed at his shadow in the window, "You're in such a mess, but you don't have the momentum you used to have at all."

Wen Jie's eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at her quietly.

"Don't look at me, look at yourself." Shen Lang looked at the shadow in the window with interest, and glanced at him with his head tilted, "... Does it look like a child who was robbed of candy?"

Although this description is a bit naive, but with all due respect to Shen Lang, the current state of the dog is like this - a look that is about to close itself.

Shen Lang lowered his eyes, casually played with his fingers, and said: "This banquet is quite boring, can the driver take me back?"

Her driver did not follow.

Wen Jie paused for a moment, then said lightly, "I'll see you off."

"No need... I'll take a taxi back by myself." According to his current state, if I let him take it off, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble tonight.

He suddenly held her hand, and said in a low voice: "Trust me once, okay? I'll send you back to your home, and then... leave immediately. "

(End of this chapter)