Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Bian Yunluo didn't know what the two were plotting, but after the other person left, Ying Zaizhou turned around and asked them to get out of the car.

This is a French restaurant, and Ying Zaizhou was worried that there would be too many people, and Xiao O, who had never seen the world, would be uncomfortable, so he specially reserved the restaurant.

There are only a few waiters and slowly playing piano music in the entire restaurant.

The stool should be opened for the two people in the state, and the person should be taken care of to sit down.

"Sir, do you want to start serving food now?" the waiter asked in a low voice.

Ying Zaizhou nodded reservedly, and his gestures revealed the etiquette and demeanor cultivated by the children of wealthy families in Vanity Fair since childhood.

Bian Yunluo lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Mianmian who was sitting beside him with shining eyes, admiringly at Ying Zaizhou.

The appetizers were served first, Mianmian held a knife and fork and didn't know where to start, he had never used such tableware.

Before Bian Yunluo could move, Ying Zaizhou took the first step and exchanged the fish he had cut up for Mianmian. He also brought a spoon and patted the little guy's head lovingly.

"Mr. Ying, please explain." Bian Yunluo put down the knife and fork, gently wiped off the non-existent stains on the corner of the mouth with the napkin, and went directly to the topic.

Ying Zaizhou held the knife and fork tightly: "Do you remember the night four years ago?"

four years ago?Bian Yunluo searched for relevant information in his mind.

At that time, my sister just found out that the boyfriend she was engaged to after dating for two years was a scumbag.

But this matter seems to have nothing to do with Ying Zaizhou.

"You just came here that day, we were at the Courtyard Hotel." He whispered like a key word in the state circle, and then took out a broken pair of glasses from his pocket.

These glasses were dropped by Xiao O that day.

Of course Bian Yunluo knew each other, it was the one he wore when the two met for the first time.

But what does this have to do with four years ago?

"You remember?" Ying Zaizhou looked at Bian Yunluo expectantly.

Bian Yunluo was at a loss, he had no idea what Yingzaizhou meant.

He first met Ying Zaizhou at the graduation party of the last senior year of high school.

That day, hot and dry air filled every corner of the city.

The street lamps at night are full of flying bugs, and the ears are filled with noisy cicadas.

The results of the college entrance examination came out one after another.

Bian Yunluo, the father of the rich second-generation squad leader of their class, specially booked the best hotel in the city for the children of the whole class, so that the children could say goodbye to their high school life.

In the luxuriously decorated box, boys and girls gathered together, talking endlessly, and even the invited teachers got along well with the children.

Bian Yunluo, who was sitting in the main seat, blinked, and his dark gray eyes narrowed unconsciously.

The crystal chandelier diagonally above was really dazzling, and he seemed a bit out of place in such a lively place.

The man rested his jade-like hand on the side of the table, slowly curled up, his lowered eyes didn't know where to look.

The bitter smell on his body merged with the smell of alcohol in the box.

A few bad boys who were about to make a fuss finally plucked up the courage and came here with wine glasses: "Teacher, let's have a toast. I wish you all a bright future in the future. Teachers have a happy family and a smooth career!"

Seeing Bian Yunluo holding a glass of white water, the boy next to him pushed the wine glass, playing tricks: "Teacher Bian, let's have a drink for the sake of saving face."

Bian Yunluo's movement of getting up was slightly stagnant, and his emotionless gray eyes fell on the boy: "Underage cannot drink."

The cold lens and the majesty accumulated over the years reminded the boy of the pain of being dominated by analytic geometry. He shrank his neck, and he was about to blurt out sorry.

Unexpectedly, Bian Yunluo took the wine glass first, and everyone fell silent as he got up.

"Don't you want to clink glasses?" After Bian Yunluo reminded, everyone present reacted, made booing sounds, and clinked glasses one after another.

After a brief commotion, the place belonging to Bian Yunluo fell silent again, and the students who had the courage to talk to him were also "frozen" away by Bian Yunluo.

Bian Yunluo sat quietly, the bright lights seemed to draw a hazy veil for him.

There is a subtle light shining through the gray hair, although there is an aura of inviolability from head to toe, it still attracts everyone's attention.

However, the eyes blocked by the lens are not as clear as others imagined.

Bian Yunluo never drinks, because he doesn't know how to drink at all...

Bian Yunluo blinked, and looked at the watch a little slowly. It was almost time, and he had to pick up Mianmian home.

The man who was too quiet suddenly moved, and the people around him subconsciously stopped talking and paid attention to his movements secretly.

Bian Yunluo wanted to wash his face, he was afraid that the smell of alcohol would linger on his body.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" The waiter on duty in the corridor didn't react when he saw Bian Yunluo.

When someone asked again, he pointed to the end in a daze: "That's over there."

"Thank you." After Bian Yunluo thanked him, he went to the bathroom.

The waiter behind him looked at his tall and straight back with a flushed face, and completely forgot the direction he was pointing, which was the exclusive bathroom for the VIP box at the end.

The cold liquid cleared up Bian Yunluo's chaotic brain. He put his hands on the marble table, raised his face slightly, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The gold-rimmed glasses were placed on the marble countertop, without the temples to cover them, and the small red mole on Bian Yunluo's right temple was exposed to the air.

He couldn't see very well.

Water drops fell from his slender eyelashes as Bian Yunluo blinked, like tears.

The broken hair on the front of the forehead was wet with water, and a few strands stuck to the forehead. Teacher Bian, who has always been rigid, now has a somewhat messy aesthetic feeling.

The red mole on the side of the face became more red under the stimulation of cold water and wine.

Bian Yunluo raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his chin to avoid wetting his collar.

He took out a few more paper towels and wiped the water on his hands and glasses carefully.

"Hmph!" Bian Yunluo raised his head belatedly when he heard the voice behind him.

In the mirror, a stranger stood behind him.

Bian Yunluo didn't wear glasses, so he could only tell from his rough outline that the other party was very formally dressed and extremely tall.

Bian Yunluo thought that he was blocking the opponent, so he moved to the side.

After he didn't want to move, the man seemed even more dissatisfied: "Tell me, who found you!"

Ying Zaizhou went out to socialize and drank a lot of wine today, and several people in the company were nagging, trying to "sell" his son and daughter to him, which was annoying to death.

He is a good drinker, he doesn't show his face, and he gets drunk slowly, but as soon as he gets drunk, he starts talking nonsense.

Ying looked at this up and down the state, "someone sent it over with great effort" and "waited for him in the bathroom".

His expression gradually became serious, how could he look exactly like that person?

Could it be a substitute sent by those people?

"Don't think that if you look like him, I will treat you differently." Ying Zaizhou was half a head taller than the other party, looking at Bian Yunluo.

Bian Yunluo stopped wiping his glasses, frowned slightly, and looked at the other person strangely, this person... is he talking to him?

Bian Yunluo couldn't see clearly, wondering if the other party was on the phone, and just wanted to put on his glasses.

Ying Zaizhou grabbed his arm.

Ying Zaizhou looked at the other person's face covered with water, could it be that this person had been secretly crying before he came in?

In order to wash his face, Bian Yunluo deliberately rolled up his sleeves to his forearms, but he hadn't had time to put them down yet.

Ying Zaizhou's hand felt cold and hard, and he held Bian Yunluo's watch.

Unlike the famous watches that should be familiar in Zhouzhou, this is a "street stall" that cannot be named.

Yingju immediately came to a conclusion that this person's family must be in a bad situation: "Are you forced?"

The two got a little closer.

There were still traces of water on Bian Yunluo's face, the drops of water hanging from the tip of the eyelashes fell tremblingly, and the dark gray eyes closed unconsciously.

The drops of water slid down the cheeks, all the way across Bian Yunluo's exposed neck, and finally disappeared into the collar of the shirt.

Ying rolled up and down Zhou's Adam's Apple, his face suddenly turned red.

Facing this face, he didn't seem to be able to say anything serious.

Bian Yunluo smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Ying Zaizhou's body.

It seemed that she was indeed talking to him, but she might have misidentified the person.

The other party's face was also clearly imprinted in Bian Yunluo's eyes.

The man's pupils are extremely dark, and he has narrow and long single eyelids with deep eye sockets and a straight nose. He is one of the best looking.

It's a pity that Bian Yunluo doesn't have a clear distinction between beauty and ugliness. In his opinion, there is no difference between two eyes and one mouth.

Bian Yunluo lowered his eyes and looked at his grasped hand.

This man was drunk, if he continued to pester him, he might not be able to pick up his little nephew in time.

It's unwise to reason with a drunk, Bian Yunluo pressed down the corner of his mouth.

Although I don't know what the other party is talking about, it is always right to touch the hair.

"I do it voluntarily."