Xia Lang

Eliminate all dangers.

He has matured, more restrained, but also more dangerous.

The moment Song Linju saw him, there was a tsunami in his heart, but he just stood quietly, no one knew.

Shang Jun felt the moment Mr. Song looked over, and the man's eyes followed immediately, but the scrutinizing eyes were obviously not good, and the dark and silent eyes stared at her scalp numbly, like a beast whose territory had been violated.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but she seemed to sense a strong killing intent.

"No, not familiar." Song Linju answered her previous question in a calm tone.

Like he wasn't someone worth remembering.

The man seemed to hear it too.

The eyes with a strong sense of presence fell on the face, as if condensed into a solid blade, and it hurt Shang Jun, as if she had killed his son and taken his wife.

Even if Shang Jun is a fool, no matter how slow he is, he should have sensed the strange atmosphere between them. His gaze crossed repeatedly between the two good-looking men, and he could vaguely see the flavor of basic love.

It seems that there is no way to kill the son, but the seizure of the "wife" may be in progress.

The current situation is equivalent to that, she is digging the foot of someone else's wall with a hoe, but halfway through the digging, she finds that the owner of the house is standing on the other side of the wall.

Staring at her, holding the long sword in her hand, her eyes were colder than the cold light on the blade, she had no doubt that if she dared to take a step, the sharp point of the sword would immediately pierce her heart.

Shang Jun swallowed under the pressure of the strong gaze, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere of the Shura field, when she heard a soft male voice beside her say, "Don't move."

The person on the opposite side pressed down, and the shadow shrouded Shang Jun, shielding her from the man's unfriendly eyes. The cool and soft touch touched her chin, her face was lifted slightly, and a wet tissue was printed on the right side of the tip of her nose, followed by a gentle rub .

The distance that was opened before is now shortened, and it is even closer than before. It is so close that Shang Jun can clearly see the distinct eyelashes and slightly pursed lips of the young man opposite him. His expression is focused, as if he is doing something important. Generally, people have the illusion of being valued.

Before Shang Jun could react from the sudden closeness, the man's hand left her face and retreated to the previous position in a gentlemanly manner.

Seeing the dazzling scene of a concubine's love not far away, the tall man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the atmosphere around him suddenly rioted as if a fuse had been lit.

Manager Zheng involuntarily moved another step quietly, but this time instead of retreating, he approached the seemingly calm Secretary Zhao and gestured wildly at him with his eyes.

The customers upstairs are still waiting, is the boss going to just stand here and watch the young couple show their affection?

Moreover, the boss's mood seemed to be getting worse and worse. Standing behind him, he could feel the chill emanating from his body.

Seeing that Secretary Zhao just pushed his glasses calmly after receiving his signal, Manager Zheng felt a lot more at ease, thinking that Secretary Zhao was worthy of following the boss from abroad, and he was indeed more capable than him.

Manager Zheng stared at him eagerly, but unexpectedly, after Secretary Zhao finished pushing his glasses, he shook his head at him again, as if saying that there was nothing he could do.

From this point of view, it was the boss's private matter, and it was so private that it couldn't be more private.

He has been with the boss for so long, and he hasn't seen the boss handle this kind of private matter. Although he is curious, he is not in charge of the boss's affairs.

Management Zheng: "..."

Today's young people, if they can, they can, if they can't, they can't. Why do you push your glasses and pretend to be deep?

His fingers twitched nervously, he was addicted to cigarettes.The canine teeth pressed against the cheeks, until the mouth was full of fishy sweetness, the man could barely suppress the tyrannical thoughts of wanting to destroy everything.

The man didn't dare to look at the heart-gouging scene again, he turned around and left without hesitation, his long legs moved down, and the mid-length coat that was put on outside the suit fluttered in the wind.

His gaze swiveled between the vaguely stalemate, and Secretary Zhao accidentally caught a glimpse of the boss' eyes, and was shocked in place for a moment.

What kind of eyes are those? The deep and unwavering eyes that seem to be like ancient wells are full of violent emotions that are about to get out of control. The dark emotions are like evil ghosts who have been hungry for thousands of years and cannibalize human flesh. The delicious smell of blood made a shriek of excitement.

They surged and bumped around, frantically trying to break through the superficial calm surface, wishing to come out and slaughter him, blood flowing into a river, devouring everything, satiated with burning appetite and killing desire.

The boss's penetrating appearance seems to be a little... not quite right?

He knew that the boss would see a psychiatrist on a regular basis before, but the interval between seeing the psychiatrist was getting longer and longer. He thought the boss's problem had been solved.But seeing the terrifying appearance of the boss just now, how does it look like it has been resolved?

It's just that the boss is too tolerant, he keeps everything deep in his heart, and doesn't allow anyone to touch him, let alone anyone who comes to rescue him.

But for some unknown reason, the hysterical madness that was suppressed under the indifferent surface filled the eyes, and it seemed that it was about to be overwhelmed.

Seeing that the boss was finally willing to take a step forward, Manager Zheng quickly followed up. After walking a certain distance, he realized that Secretary Zhao, who looked like a fine man, hadn't followed. He looked back and reminded in a low voice, "Secretary Zhao?"

But Secretary Zhao seemed to be fixed by something, and didn't notice him at all.

Manager Zheng glanced at the back of the boss who was about to disappear around the corner, and hurried back to call Secretary Zhao who was inexplicably disconnected.

Manager Zheng ran over and patted him, "Secretary Zhao? Secretary Zhao?"

Secretary Zhao's dull eyes focused on him.

Seeing the frightened expression on Secretary Zhao's face, Manager Zheng felt even more strange.

What's the matter, this blue sky and white day, so frightened like this, could it be that he saw a ghost?

"Why are you in a daze? The boss is gone."

Hearing the words "boss", Secretary Zhao immediately came to his senses as if he had been splashed with a bucket of cold water. He lowered his head and pushed his glasses as if to cover up. When he looked up again, he put away all his gaffes and returned to his usual calmness.

"...Well, let's go."

Secretary Zhao and Manager Zheng chased after the boss. When he turned the corner, he turned his head and glanced at the cold-tempered young man who was talking with a woman, with an inexplicable look on his face.

It stands to reason that the boss suddenly changed his face when he saw their intimate behavior. He should have suspected that the woman might have had a relationship with the boss, but his first instinct was that the boss's gaffe had something to do with that gentleman.

From the corner of the corner of the eye, he caught sight of the man striding away, Song Linju sat back at the table, and apologized to Shang Jun seriously, "I'm sorry just now, I touched you without your permission."

"It's okay, you're helping me too, and...maybe it's not this that needs an apology." Shang Jun blinked playfully, with a look of knowing your secret, but it will become a secret between us The small expression is the unexpected joy of breaking away from the gentle mask on the surface.

She knew that Song Linju's deliberate intimacy just now was to get rid of that man who didn't seem easy to mess with.And the man who seemed eager to stab her with a sword, if he guessed right, should be Mr. Song's ex-boyfriend.

I don't know that his jar of old vinegar has been stuffy for several years, and the taste is so sour.

Looking at the woman who vaguely guessed something but didn't have the slightest prejudice, Song Linju's lips that had been tense since seeing that person relaxed a little.

"You don't mind?" he asked.

Shang Jun slender eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a little laxity, "What do you mind? It looks like your past, and you are not a young man in his early twenties. Who can live without a few paragraphs at our age?" past?"

The girl looked gentle and well-behaved, but she was so transparent that Song Linju was a little surprised, "Thank you."

Shang Jun shook her head, looked at the indifferent and good-looking young man opposite, and asked tentatively, "However, may I take the liberty to ask you a more personal question?"

Song Linju picked up the carved glass teapot and poured her a cup of tea. His slender fingers were bent and his knuckles were raised. Daiqing's blood vessels were clearly visible in the sun through his white skin, like a snow-covered body. Jade, the zigzag lines in the hand are drawn smoothly with one stroke. The clear tea soup falls on the thin porcelain cup like a jade pillar, and the tea buds in the glass pot are flying, and they are blocked in front of the iron gauze in the pot.

It’s not that Yaxianxuan can’t afford purple sand pots, but West Lake Longjing tea is very particular about the selection of tea sets. When brewing, it’s better to choose tea sets with thin walls, easy to dissipate heat, dense texture, small porosity, and not easy to absorb moisture.

The glass cup is transparent in texture, fast in heat transfer, and airtight. When brewing tea in a glass cup, you can see at a glance the movement of the tea leaves during the entire brewing process, the gradual stretching of the leaves, and the revealed color of the tea soup. The dew is misty, the tea buds are blooming, slim and graceful, ups and downs, pleasing to the eye and very interesting, coupled with the caricatured hands with even skin and flesh in front of him, pouring tea is simply pleasing to the eye, which makes Shang Jun's certain idea even more firm.

"You said."

Song Linju's tone was very indifferent, just like the clear water mist rising from the mouth of the cup at this moment, she did not show any defensive look because of the "personal issues" she said.

After getting the answer, Shang Jun moved his gaze from his slender hands to his face hidden behind the mist, and asked bluntly, "Is your current sexuality...still the same?"

True love

The man with the sword left, and Shang Jun skillfully picked up the hoe and began to dig the wall.

As the saying goes, as long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug.

There is no way, Mr. Song is so in line with her aesthetics, just during the short time she spent with him, inspirations flashed in her mind constantly, she wished she could drag Mr. Song to her studio now, so that She flexed her muscles.

You must know that she returned to China precisely because she had no inspiration.