The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

He Qi asked her to meet in the afternoon.

In the cafe.

The decoration is simple and there are few guests.

When Pan Shu came in, He Qi was sitting by the window, with a gloomy temperament, like a ghost parading in the world.

Pan Shu paused, then stepped forward and sat down opposite him.

Seeing her coming, He Qi's sinister aura melted away a little.

"What would you like to drink?" He Qi asked calmly, suppressing the deep surprise in his eyes.

Pan Shu held her head and looked at him, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"The mocha coffee is a bit sweet, the cappuccino has a denser texture, and the raw coconut latte is a bit bitter... I think you might like mocha coffee."

After all, he discovered last time that she quite liked sweets.

"Okay, a cup of mocha." Pan Shu said warmly to the bartender.

"What do you want?" Pan Shu glanced at the empty table in front of him.

He Qi pursed his lips and shook his head: "No need."

Pan Shu casually raised her fair eyelids and said in a tired voice, "It's rare for an artist He Da to take the initiative to make an appointment. Tell me what's going on."

He pursed his lips and looked at Pan Shu inquiringly: "Does your heart need to be sacrificed at the expense of others?"

She raised her lower lip.

"What do you mean? Are you blaming me?"

Her beautiful and delicate finger bones tapped lightly on the table.

It was what upset him.

He Qi opened his lips, and when he saw her bright and vivid face, he closed his eyes, "You can't... do that."

"Huh? From what standpoint are you saying this to me?" Pan Shu frowned in displeasure, and stirred the coffee elegantly, "Tell me, what angle do you stand on, or... Who are you fighting for?"

"...An Xiaxia is a kind person." He Qi was silent for a few seconds and then said.

Pan Shu's expression did not change at all.

I just sighed that there is really a magnetic field between the heroine and her admirer that no one else can reverse.

Even if she showed up before that.

The heroine and He Qi still met.

She didn't see anything wrong with it.

It's all up to you.

"You mean, I am a vicious and cruel person who wants to cut out her heart?"

She said it bluntly.

He Qi did not deny it.

After a few seconds of silence, Pan Shu curled her lips coldly: "He Qi, you have to know that I don't want her heart."

"A despicable person has a despicable heart."

"And I don't need a humble heart."

She is a proud person.

It is not an exaggeration to say that she is the sweet girl of heaven.

Prominent and powerful family background, high IQ, high education, beautiful and superior appearance, a naturally beautiful body... Even the profession sounds noble and admirable, ancient painting restorer.

God loves her so much.

Therefore, He Qi couldn't imagine why she would use coercion and inducement to force a woman who was not as good as her in everything, and could even be called mediocre.

But in fact.

She is indeed arrogant and wanton.

It's something she would do.

It is impossible to say how much He Qi cares about An Xiaxia. First of all, they don't meet often. Secondly, with Banshu in front of him, how could he fall in love with the insignificant gravel again?

It's not so much that he feels aggrieved for An Xiaxia.

Rather, he truly felt incomprehensible.

Why would she do that.

——Forcing, threatening, tempting, because of a heart.

"I don't want it. I hope Mr. He can understand that I don't want her heart." Her eyes were moist and she looked at him with pear blossoms, making He Qi's heartache unbearable, "I don't care what those men have done for me. , I don’t care how many people Miss An lied to or added to the matter, and I don’t care what Mr. He thinks, in fact, I dislike her."

She is not strong at all.

He hasn't said anything yet.

She cried so hard.

He Qi sighed helplessly.

He should have thought that this eldest lady is dignified, arrogant and difficult to coax.

It was really bad to piss her off.

"Sorry, I just believed An Xiaxia's words."

The eldest lady looked at him calmly and calmly for a few seconds, so calmly that He Qi panicked.

"I think Mr. He and I are not the same person. If we have nothing to do in the future, we should not meet again."

He Qi's fingertips paused, he frowned, and could only watch her drift away.

……

In the next few days, He Qi almost never sent her messages morning and night, but they all seemed to be lost in the sea.

He didn't understand that just Pan Shu's cold attitude made him so irritated that he wanted to go crazy.

It was obvious that he was just a stranger whom he didn’t know very well.

He Qi felt that it was time for him to have an explanation with Pan Shu.

He took this as a sign that he had a crush on Pan Shu.

This kind of emotion makes him pick up the brush, and the last thing on the canvas will be Panshu.

It had a huge impact on him.

he thinks.

This overwhelming feeling really comes from the wrong person.

At the very least, let him use up his talents.

He couldn't think of a good way.

He's really dull.

I had to wait in her antique painting shop.

He didn't expect that what he was waiting for was a basin of bitingly cold water, which chilled his whole body.

Pan Shu rarely wore a cheongsam, but wore a dark green satin suspender skirt, with snow-white skin.

Being intimate with a man he knew so well.

She held a beautiful bouquet of white roses in her arms.

She is more beautiful than the flower.

He Qi stood there, his whole body stiff and almost unable to move.

He silently squeezed the ancient painting he had found specially.

There are subtle traces of man-made, deliberate destruction.

Just like he was a little broken, his heart was full of holes.

He Jiali held Pan Shu's soft hand with a gentle smile on his face, "Sister, you look really good today."

Pan Shu glanced at him lazily, "Huh? I didn't look good before?"

He Jiali smiled brighter and said, "They are all beautiful. I am very happy that my sister will pick me up from get out of class today."

Really, a little dog who can be satisfied with just a little benefit.

Pan Shu pursed her lips and smiled.

She took out the key from her bag and was about to open the door when she seemed to notice that the man had stopped here for a long time. She looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here?"

He Qi's gloomy eyes looked closely at He Jiali.

He Jiali frowned.

Subconsciously, he told him that the relationship between He Qi and Pan Shu was unusual.

He hugged Pan Shu tighter in silence.

This is a childish demonstration of possessiveness.

He and this brother of the same blood have not seen each other for more than ten years, but they both know each other's existence.

"Why are you with her?" He Qi's eyebrows were filled with cold murderous intent, "Let her go."

Instead of letting go, He Jiali hugged Pan Shu silently tighter, his face relaxed and his lips curled up, "We haven't seen each other for so many years, but you do take care of me."

He Qi closed his eyes.

It was understandable that the cruel woman back then chose He Jiali. After all, He Jiali was born with lovely lips, unlike him who was reticent and gloomy.

He never wanted to disturb their lives.

I don't want them to disturb my life.

He Qi was frightened.

Pan Shu was like that woman who preferred He Jiali but hated him...