When cannon fodder becomes a sand sculpture

Xuan Zhe seldom becomes interested in things other than work, but Di Landa is mature and stable, and he is also an old hand. Seeing his eagerness to give Wen Shuang all his possessions, it is rare to be aroused curiosity.

Xuan Zhe strode forward and sat down opposite the two, with a posture of "you continue to observe me".

It would be damned if he could continue under this kind of gaze. Rao Dilanda also felt that the atmosphere was not right. She turned her head to look at Xuanzhe, and her light blue eyes blinked innocently.

Xuan Zhe looked at Wen Shuang: "Why did Mr. Di Landa give you the watch?"

Wen Shuang was also very distressed: "I just flattered him a lot of rainbow farts, saying that he has vision and the watch is a good buy."

Xuanzhe didn't believe it: "That's it?"

Wen Shuang was firm: "That's it."

After all, people like Xuan Zhe don't believe in the existence of "eyes" at all, and all maintenance of superficial goodwill always has a purpose.

The watch was naturally confiscated by Wen Shuang. Di Landa glanced at Xuan Zhe, and thought that he would not force anything. I found someone to chat with, because Xuanzhe walked faster than anyone else, like he was some kind of pathogen.

Wen Shuang didn't intend to follow, he usually only did one shameless thing, since Xuan Zhe didn't want to bless him, forget it.

Trouble did come quickly. The one who walked up to Wen Shuang first was a wealthy young man in his early twenties. The other party was dressed in a black suit, with disdain and arrogance at the corners of his eyes and brows. Wen Shuang quickly met with the original owner's memory No, I only remember that the surname is Li, but he is not from the fish pond. Most likely he is here to vent his anger on his brother.The original owner deceived this young master Li's brother so badly, saying that it was no exaggeration to say that he had spared his first love, so the other party went away to treat his emotional injury.

As the saying goes, brothers are like siblings, and love is like clothes. What's more, Wen Shuang is still a rotten dress in their eyes.

"Why, have you climbed up to Mr. Xuan again?" Young Master Li snorted coldly, looking at Wen Shuang as if he were looking at cheap goods, "By the way, I don't understand, does your ass have any special magic power?"

The implication is that Wenshuang sells.

Wen Shuang smiled shyly: "Maybe it's because my butt is up."

"You!" Young Master Li didn't expect Wen Shuang to be so "shameless". The occasion was important and his accomplishments didn't allow him to say radical things, so he had to support the table with one hand and lowered his voice: "Don't be complacent! Who is Xuanzhe? Is it something you can climb? Don’t know how to die in the end!”

Wen Shuang did not accept the offer: "I choose to die of old age."

Young Master Li walked away, followed by Young Master Zhang. Wen Shuang took a sip of water and raised his chin to signal him to start.

Young Master Zhang lived up to expectations, but he took a different route from the one in front of him. A tall man squeezed out a bit of melancholy from his brows, with one hand in his pocket and a melancholy demeanor, which formed a strong contradiction with his own conditions. Feeling comfortable, Wen Shuang didn't care to rub the goosebumps on her arms first, but searched in her mind.

It's over, there is no such person.

Maybe in the heart of the original owner, it doesn't even count as a meal ticket.

What's the matter?Forget it, let's see how the opponent makes moves.

"After you left me, you found so many people and climbed up step by step, just for Mr. Xuan?" Young Master Zhang cast bitter eyes.

Wen Shuang instinctively felt that if he said "I have nothing to do with Mr. Xuan" at this moment, the ashes in this person's eyes would suddenly burst into sparks. He was very accurate at seeing people and knew how to prescribe the right medicine. Mouth, replied in the same bitter and melancholy tone: "Mr. Xuan is really good."

Sure enough, Young Master Zhang's face changed slightly, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes: "You like him that much?"

This buddy must have read a lot of youth pain literature, otherwise the brain circuits of ordinary people cannot directly come up with this answer.

After a little weighing, it was also to completely dismiss the person in front of him, Wen Shuang nodded, "Yes, I like him very much, the relationship between us has completely passed, you cherish it."

Young master Zhang raised his head and took a deep breath. He seemed to be in a dark cloud and rain, and he was not in the same style as others.

In the end, Young Master Zhang turned his head. There should have been some unfinished words, but his pupils trembled suddenly, and his melancholy temperament was mostly shattered. He hurriedly threw down a sentence of "I wish you happiness" and strode away.

"Huh! It's pretty quick to get out." Wen Shuang teased in a low voice, "What a fool, I believe everything I say."

Cao Nanyu standing behind him: "..."

Cao Nanyu didn't dare to look at Xuanzhe's face, and couldn't believe that he had missed it. Hearing what Shuang said just now, he admitted that he had met one and loved the other, and then regarded President Xuan as his ultimate goal.

Except for the "head iron" Cao Nanyu, he couldn't think of other words for a while, President Xuan hated being calculated by others the most in his life, and he could already imagine how tragic Wen Shuang's end would be.

But immediately after, I heard Shuang's tone of voice was smiling, as if telling a joke: "Who would a normal person like Xuan Zhe?"

Indifferent, arrogant and furry, a bad habit raised in the rich and wealthy.

Cao Nanyu: "..." The head is so strong!

Unexpectedly, Xuanzhe took two steps forward, asking humbly for advice, "Excuse me, why can't normal people like me?"

A subwoofer suddenly exploded in the ear. Although it sounds good, it is similar to a reminder. Wen Shuang stood up suddenly, and Xuan Zhe was bowing, which caused one to panic and the other to fail to react. Chin, two muffled grunts.

"what!"

"Well……"

Cao Nanyu: "..."

"No..." Wen Shuang covered his head, and his strong desire to survive made him reluctantly complete the words: "Ordinary people naturally don't deserve to like Mr. Xuan, they must be first-class talented scholars and beautiful talents!" He was so painful that tears burst out , the tone was particularly gritted, and there was no compliment at all.

Xuan Zhe closed his eyes fiercely, as expected of the person with the strongest concentration in the book, he held on to the table forcefully.

When Xuan Zhe opened his eyes again, he looked at Wen Shuang calmly and darkly, as if the person in front of him was already a dead person.

"Mr. Xuan!" Wen Shuang was stunned by this gaze, and subconsciously clasped her arms tightly, as if her chastity had been violated, her voice was louder than before: "No!"

Don't beat me up!

Everyone: "..." Mr. Xuan is sometimes impatient?

Not scientific.

Mr. Xuan, what kind of handsome men and beautiful women have you never seen?

Xuan Zhe: "..." He swore that it was the first time in his life that he wanted to strangle someone impulsively.

In a moment of silence, the hero fell from the sky. To be precise, he was a drunk. He staggered and fell, and hit the wine table next to Wen Shuang. The glass fell to the ground with a clatter. Backed away again and again, including Xuan Zhe, who was seriously obsessed with cleanliness, only Wen Shuang had tears in his eyes and was full of gratitude.

Brother, although the way you appeared was a bit awkward, but in my opinion you are really handsome!

Wen Shuang stretched out his small hand of friendship amidst the ridicule, and the other party raised his head in confusion. After seeing Wen Shuang's face clearly, he swept away the decadence just now, from shock to disgust, and then slapped Wen Shuang's hand away: "Get out! The cat cries for the mouse!"

Wen Shuang: "..." This could hit a landmine.