The president blushes when he flirts

"Why, I need a reason." Yu Wen looked solemn.

Compared with Yu Ting, he has spent more time with Natasha, and he knows that Natasha is not a person who can casually make jokes that are not funny.

Something serious for Natasha, a scholar, must be pretty serious.

"Listen Yu Wen, the old man who came with Xiang Wan today doesn't look right."

Natasha stated, as if she was recalling something carefully.

Yu Wen tilted his head and thought about it. Apart from Xiang Wan's grandfather, there seemed to be a middle-aged and elderly man who was taciturn but always had a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth who came with Xiang Wan today.

Xiang Wan seemed to have introduced that this man was his second uncle.

Yu Wen tried his best to pull out this second uncle from his memory. Although he had mottled hair, he could see his spirit.

There is always a smile on the corners of the wrinkled eyes, and from the corners of the eyes, it can be seen that the second uncle must have been a handsome man when he was young.

Fisherman's hat, casual sportswear, and a generation of expensive golf bags at the feet should be spent on the golf course for an afternoon.

Nothing seemed amiss.

"His eyes." Yu Wen was thinking, and Natasha slowly analyzed, "There are also some subtle expressions."

Natasha is a very famous psychologist and scholar. Although she is young, she has made quite a lot of achievements in psychology.

And Natasha is not only known as a psychiatrist, in her country, Natasha has also participated in the detection of many criminal cases.

"Although his eyes look kind, he will always unconsciously show flashes of hostility towards Xiang Wan's grandfather and Xiang Wan, especially when he sees you and Xiang Wan going out..."

The conclusion of Natasha's analysis is that the second uncle's kindness and perfect gentleness are all pretended, and the unscrupulous hostility is revealed when Xiang Wan can't see it at all, but the second uncle didn't expect him to cover it up The good malice of being perceived by a woman who just looks pretty.

"Aimed at us?"

"No, his hostility was aimed at Xiang Wan. In addition, when you made it clear that you were Yu Ting, the first wave towards you was completely suppressed."

Yu Wen frowned, and thought about it in his heart, the feeling of uneasiness lingered in his heart, but after all, seeing is believing, Yu Wen dare not rashly define it.

"Yu Wen, I'll give you a suggestion, investigate the deeper relationship between the three of them, the bond relationship can often bring us different surprises."

On the other side, Xiang Wan stared at the palm in a daze for a long time.

Although my heart was empty, this emotion was quickly swept away.

At least now there is good news, the Yu Ting in front of him is Yu Wen and there is nothing wrong with it. As for why he refuses to admit it, he believes that Yu Wen will give him an explanation later.

Thinking about it, Xiang Wan put all the unhappiness behind him, and was about to go back and call his second uncle home, but found that the second uncle had already left, leaving only the golf bag that he forgot to take away. There is also a small dry brown patch in place.

"Second uncle is really forgetful. Forget it, send the things over tomorrow. As compensation, take me to play golf next time."

Xiang Wan didn't take it seriously, picked up the dirty bag in disgust, and went home happily, then lowered her head and typed in her mind a string of phone numbers and a line of words that only she was familiar with.

"I miss you, I will wait for you."

-

In Nuo Da's room, the floor-to-ceiling windows couldn't project the lights on the city ground, and only shadowy figures overlapping by the window could be seen vaguely.

The painful begging was interrupted by the people behind him, but the perpetrator didn't seem to care about the pleas of the people in front of him, and just vented his dissatisfaction blindly.

If you turn on the light, you will definitely see a boy with mottled and rusty shackles on his hands and feet, and the sharp rust is deeply pierced into his wrists.

The boy was thrown by the French window by the man, without mercy and love.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, his voice did not sound like a young old man: "It's really useless, I can't stand up after just a few puffs."

"You are still ungrateful as always." A joking voice sounded from behind the bar, and the man who was hiding in the thicker and darker poked out half his head, and seemed to light his own with the former's cigarette.

"One million, I can help you solve everything." The man behind the bar fell into the darkness again.

"Sounds good, but I just want to do it myself," the old man refused.

"Honey, does it make any difference whether you do it or I do it?"

"Of course, I prefer to see my dear nephew kneeling in front of me begging for mercy..."