You, don't flirt!

"Mr. Wen Jin, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I don't even know when Mr. Wen Jin became so successful... so that at this level of charity dinner, Mr. Wen Jin can enter the VIP area?"

The woman's undisguised cynicism rushed towards her face, but Du Wenjin didn't seem to show any emotional reaction except for a little bit of emotion when she first met the other's eyes.

After Song Na finished speaking, Du Wenjin glanced at the middle-aged man next to her, and then fell back.

The thin lips are slightly hooked.

"Everyone has their own chances, each other."

"..."

The soft knife in these words made Song Na's face change slightly.

After only a few seconds, she adjusted her expression, chuckled again, and turned to the middle-aged man beside her, "Honey, let me introduce you. This is Wen Jin, a... friend of mine from the past. "

After finishing speaking, Song Na looked at Du Wenjin, her smile cooled down slightly, "Mr. Wen, this is my husband, currently the deputy general manager of Guangfeng Entertainment, Zhao Fengming."

"..."

Du Wenjin raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the company position that Song Na deliberately insisted on.

Guangfeng Entertainment is considered to be a relatively cutting-edge brokerage company in the circle, with good development potential, and many people in the industry are optimistic about it.

As for the deputy general manager, if he remembered correctly, he seemed to be the only son of the company's boss.

After three years, she broke up with herself who was a poor boy in her eyes, and fell in love with such a rich second generation...

... No wonder you can walk so proudly to the VIP area of ​​the charity dinner.

Thinking of this, Du Wenjin chuckled lightly.

"Miss Song, you really don't change."

"Mr. Wen, what are you talking about?" Song Na rolled up the mink fur shawl on her body, and sneered, "Time is changing, and Mr. Wen and I haven't met in private for three or four years, right? How can I remain the same?"

"..."

Du Wenjin didn't answer in a hurry, he turned his eyes to see Zhao Fengming's completely obsessed with Song Na, and couldn't help laughing, "Well, there must be some changes."

"Speaking of changes, I'm curious."

Song Na raised her chin, her cold eyes squinted at Du Wenjin from the corner of her eyes, with self-evident sarcasm——

"I don't know how Mr. Wen Jin, a second- and third-tier star, can come to the VIP room of this dinner? Could it be that the waiter took the wrong seat?... But even the invitation letter should not be sent to Mr. Wen Jin's hand." in?"

Du Wenjin didn't answer this question, but looked at Song Na with a half-smile.

Seeing that Du Wenjin didn't respond, Song Na guessed that the other party was guilty, and her tone was even more sneering, "Why, could it be that Mr. Wenjin went to the wrong place?"

After saying this, Song Na turned her head and gave Zhao Fengming a wink.

Zhao Feng understood and cleared his throat.

"Well... I think I should find someone to check it out. How can you put all the low-level people in this dinner party level?"

Du Wenjin's eyes turned cold when she heard the words, but the curvature of the corners of her lips became more flamboyant.He put his hands in his pockets, took a step forward, lifted his chin slightly, and opened his lips to speak.

Just a second before he spoke, a deep male voice suddenly sounded not far behind Song Na and Zhao Fengming——

"You just said...who is not in the stream?"

Song Na and Zhao Fengming were taken aback for a moment, and turned their heads to look at the past at the same time.

Someone came out of the dimly lit place.

Seeing the face of the man standing there, Song Na only felt familiar, but didn't remember the identity of the man, so she only frowned slightly.

But Zhao Fengming knew it all too well, for a moment his chubby face lost three points of color, and after a while, an ugly smile appeared on his face.

The voice was also dry: "Fang, Mr. Fang, why are you here?"

Seeing Zhao Fengming's reaction beside her, Song Na rolled her eyes and knew that this person must have a lot of background.

However, there were only a few well-known economic companies in the circle, and Zhao Fengming could avoid it so much, Song Na thought of Fang Zhihuai's identity in no time.

Her face couldn't help but changed slightly.

Fang Zhihuai, who had been standing there for some time, listened to Zhao Fengming's question, and gave a low laugh.

He raised his foot and walked here, his voice moving slightly as he walked.

"You guys say my friends are not cool next to my place - and ask me why I'm here?"

"Mr. Fang, your friend??" Zhao Fengming was taken aback, and after looking at Du Wenjin once, he quickly apologized and smiled, "Oh, this really flooded the Dragon King Temple and offended—I really didn't expect that Mr. Wen and Mr. Fang Familiar."

Fang Zhihuai didn't look at him, "Is it me you offended?"

Zhao Fengming was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses and immediately turned to Du Wenjin.

"Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry. I just said something rude, so I apologize to you."

"..."

Du Wenjin, however, seemed to have turned a deaf ear to it, and didn't even give Zhao Feng a look, only looked at the man walking beside her with a cold look.

This glance was not in a good mood, and the little lion seemed to have an inexplicable tendency to explode.

"Where did I go wrong?"

Fang Zhihuai couldn't help smiling bitterly after being stunned, and asked in a low voice.

"..."

Du Wenjin snorted lightly, suppressed the momentum that he had pulled out halfway just now, turned around and returned to his seat.

Quan pretended that the three people standing next to him did not exist.

This scene eased Zhao Fengming's slightly tight face who was ignored by the side.

——After all, people always ignore the other party's answers, so it doesn't seem so unacceptable to be too lazy to look at yourself.

Zhao Fengming wanted to quickly turn the big thing into a small thing, and it was best to leave this place of right and wrong quickly - but Song Na, who was standing next to him, was not reconciled.

Just looking at the exchanges between Fang Zhihuai and Du Wenjin, she had some guesses in her heart, and couldn't help but feel a bit of disgust and vaguely complicated emotions in her eyes.

Seeing Zhao Fengming's confession now, she bit her lower lip, then chuckled, and looked at Fang Zhihuai——

"Mr. Fang, I don't know what is the relationship between Mr. Wen Jin and you...?"

The word "relationship", which was deliberately emphasized, was mocked by the woman's light tone.

"..."

Fang Zhihuai glanced over coldly.

This woman's intention was obvious - she wanted to embarrass Du Wenjin, but she still had nothing to say.

When Fang Zhihuai stared at Song Na so coldly that he couldn't hold back his smile, the man looked away.

"Jin'er's family is family friends with Fang's family. He got into the social circle a few years ago because he was greedy for fun, and he didn't bring the family's relationship resources with him..."

Fang Zhihuai paused, "So there are always some blind people who think he's easy to bully."

As soon as the man's voice stopped, he slowly leaned over after a while, and the reflection in Song Na's wide-open pupils gradually approached.

The magnetic deep voice was suppressed slightly hoarse——

"I know you, Song Na. You owed him a debt three years ago. Jin'er thought of love and didn't bother with you... But don't worry, I will make you pay it back tenfold in a short time."

"..."

Song Na's eyes trembled slightly, and her body couldn't help shaking.

In an instant, the man's eyes were ferocious like an evil ghost... It was completely different from the gentle, polite and gentle Mr. Fang that the media talked about.

She suddenly regretted coming here today.

Song Na instinctively stretched out her hand to pull the man's sleeve, but the man had already pulled away a moment before.

At the same time, a cold voice left behind——

"Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao please return to their places."

In the shadows not far from the table, two expressionless men in suits and leather shoes came out.

"You two, please."

"..."

Zhao Fengming had no choice but to drag Song Na away from this place.

At the small table, Du Wenjin drank the last sip of wine in the champagne glass in his hand, and Du Wenjin smiled lightly, and slowly raised his eyes.

At the end of the peach-blossom eyes slightly upturned, the light brown mole of tears seems to be shining faintly under the fair skin and the slightly drunken candlelight——

"I thought you would tell them...you are my boyfriend."

After the words were finished, the last drop of wine entered the mouth.

Du Wenjin licked the corner of her lower lip.

The light-colored lips were suddenly covered with a layer of seductive water color.

"..."

Fang Zhihuai's eyes suddenly sank, as if he had splashed two pools of thick ink.

After a while, he woke up and lowered his gaze.

"If I really said that, are you sure I won't be 'banned' by you again for four months?"

Du Wenjin pursed her mouth with a half-smile, stretched out an index finger with her beautiful finger hooked on the champagne glass, and nodded in front of Fang Zhihuai.

"I am conscious, I—"

Fang Zhihuai looked at the position a few inches in front of him, the beautiful white fingertips that were almost transparent under the candlelight, his eyes darkened.

He pressed his upper body forward.

So before Du Wenjin finished speaking, she found that the tip of her index finger was bitten by the man who came over.

Du Wenjin was stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he laughed and scolded: "...you are a fucking pervert, Fang Zhihuai?"

Fang Zhihuai didn't answer.

He guessed that as soon as he opened his mouth, his little lion would withdraw the tip of its claws without hesitation.

At that time, I didn't regret that the medicine could be given to him.

Seeing that Fang Zhihuai refused to be fooled, and refused to let go, Du Wenjin raised his eyebrows——

"After I came out of the teahouse, I never washed my hands."

"..."

Fang Zhihuai didn't answer him.

To be exact, he answered him without words.

——As soon as Du Wenjin finished speaking, Fang Zhihuai lightly licked his fingertips to show that he didn't dislike him.

"...Mr. Fang, I think you should go to the hospital to prescribe some medicine."

The corner of Du Wenjin's lips twitched, "If you are sick, you must not procrastinate. It must be treated early."

Fang Zhihuai finally made another move this time.

He raised his hand and grabbed Du Wenjin's wrist, preventing the other party from pulling back his arm before letting go.

The white fingertips were red from being bitten, and there were still tooth marks on the fingertips.

"I heard that the rabies vaccine must be injected within 24 hours," Du Wenjin stared at her fingertips and said with a smile, "Then Mr. Fang, can you take me to the epidemic prevention station tonight?"

The corners of Fang Zhihuai's lips curved slightly.

"I'm probably sick, but you're the pill—one bite isn't enough."

"..."

Hearing this, Du Wenjin glanced at Fang Zhihuai with a half-smile, and then slowly withdrew his hand while looking sideways.

"Just now, what did you tell Song Na?"

Fang Zhihuai's eyes darkened slightly, but there was no change on his face.

"Song Na? Who is Song Na?"

"..."

Du Wenjin's eyes twitched, "You didn't recognize that woman just now?"

Fang Zhihuai nodded, "I really don't know her."

"...you don't know her?"

Du Wenjin repeated this sentence with a smile, her amber eyes flashed with emotion, "Oh, that's fine."

Fang Zhihuai lowered his eyes and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "You seem to know each other... Who is she to you?"

"..."

Du Wenjin looked at him, and snorted lightly——

"First love, and ex-girlfriend."

Fang Zhihuai: "..."

Du Wenjin seemed to think that these words were not strong enough, he stood up, then leaned over the small round table towards Fang Zhihuai, and did not stop until Fang Zhihuai's ear.

"The existence of a first love has always been extremely holy and beautiful in the eyes of men—I don't know, Mr. Fang, who is your first love?"

Du Wenjin stopped deliberately, hooked his jaw sideways, and blew the warm breath towards the man's earlobe with the corners of his lips raised——

"What does he look like in your mind...?"

"..."

Fang Zhihuai was breathing heavily. He looked sideways at the white jade-like neck of the young man in front of him, trying his best to restrain himself so as not to act irrationally.

Fang Zhihuai took a deep breath slowly.

In my mind, a picture of the courtyard belonging to the Du residence nine years ago quickly passed by.

The color of the background gradually faded away, but the clean and pure white boy standing there was engraved deep in his memory like a deep bone.

"...Yes, holy and beautiful."

The man spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse——

"Like snow."

"What do you want to do when you see snow?"

Fang Zhihuai looked deeply at the young man who stood up and looked down at him.

His eyes touched the young man's body inch by inch with deep-seated desire.

After a while, the thin lips lifted.

low voice—

"I want to sully him."

"...I've been thinking about it for many years."