Chapter 3565

He knew that Wen Haoqing's patience was always good, far better than him.

"Come out and meet." he smoked a lot, his voice was very dumb, with the texture of sand: "I have something to tell you."

Wen Haoqing didn't ask anything. He just said a word gently and calmly, and then waited for Han Zhe to hang up first. It's education and etiquette.

Han zhe sneered. He felt that Wen Haoqing could install it. He had installed it for more than 20 years and engraved it in his bones.

He never thought that a man born in the Wen family would be a noble childe who was gentle and indifferent to fame and wealth.

Jokes.

Who do you believe in this circle?

Han zhe said the address, then directly hung up the phone and stood by the roadside waiting for people to come. The night sky turned cloudy, the cold wind suddenly made, and then there was a light rain. The whole world was gray and could not see the light.

Half an hour later,

He saw the tall young figure on the corner, melted into the darkness, but did not lose any dignity.

Holding an umbrella, the man came slowly with half covered eyebrows and eyes, just like a gentle and clear gentleman in ancient times.

Han zhe looked at Wen Haoqing expressionless.

Wen Haoqing finally stopped in front of Han Zhe, a step away.

An autumn rain and a cold, the moonlight disappeared and fell into the darkness, the sky was shrouded in clouds, and the streets were deserted and quiet.

They stand opposite each other, have different temperament, and are born from two worlds.

long time.

"When did it happen?"

Han zhe opened his mouth first, with a cruel look in his eyes, some shocking cold. It happened that there was no expression on his face, and his voice fell with the cold rain, wrapped in a bleak cold.

Han zhe never thought that one day Wen Haoqing would have a relationship with song Bai.

Never.

The cold and crystal raindrops pattered down along the black and hard umbrella eaves, ticking down and hitting the ground, splashing circles of ripples. Wen Haoqing said gently and calmly: "a long time."

Han zhe looked at the film emperor opposite. The shadow of his umbrella fell on him. Han zhe smiled. His heart was empty. The fire that had been pressed from nowhere sprang up from the bottom of his heart. He was tired of Wen Haoqing's appearance of no waves in Gu Jing.

Next second——

The bone umbrella suddenly took off and hit the ground heavily, making a bang! The water splashed everywhere, and the pools piled up in circles reflected the gray sky, which was broken inch by inch.

Han Zhe's Fingerbone jumped out of the terrible blue and white. He pulled Wen Haoqing's flat collar with one hand and pulled the person in front of him. The other hand clenched into a fist without any reason. He was wrapped with fierce strength. He could almost hear the fierce wind and hit Wen Haoqing's face!

Wen Haoqing was forced to lean forward and stumbled for a moment. The bone umbrella fell to the ground, and the rain fell on him. The cold seeped into the bone marrow, and the skirt was wet. His left hand hung on the side of his body, with distinct bony joints. The ring reflected the white and cold color. He didn't move. He was hit.

His side face was hot and painful, which made him cold and even numb. Wen Haoqing hung his eyes, and the shadow of his eyelashes covered the look in his eyes. The cold rain fell along the deep lines of his side face. He disappeared into his collar without temperature. He looked indifferent, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip, and his mouth was filled with the smell of bloody rust.

The punch was very hard, almost ten percent of the strength was used, and did not converge at all. It fell on the gentle and delicate leather bag. It soon became blue and purple, the corners of the lips were broken, and the blood spots slipped along the clear lower jaw line, with a fragile and broken beauty.

The sky was overcast, the rain was falling all the time, and the street grew to no end. At this time, only two of them stood.

Han zhe pulled Wen Haoqing's collar with one hand and stopped in the air with the other hand. His eyes were cold and cruel, as if he had been soaking in the cold pool for a long time. Looking at the movie emperor's motionless appearance, his eyes fell on Wen Haoqing's blue side face.

Han zhe was angry, but he didn't expect Wen Haoqing to stand there and let him fight.

"What do you mean?" he sneered, a little sarcastic.

Wen Haoqing let him move and licked the blood from the corners of his lips. After hearing this sentence, he raised his eyes. Peach blossom eyes were gentle. In the depths of still water, raindrops fell on his eyelashes and rolled down to wipe the corners of his eyes, like a tear mole.

"Have you lost your temper enough?" the film emperor looked calm from beginning to end, treated people with elegance and well-dressed. Even standing in the cold rain, his clothes got wet and the blood on his lips coagulated, he didn't seem embarrassed at all. He said, he pushed Han Zhe's hand holding his collar and calmly straightened the messy collar. The wrinkles on the snow-white were smoothed and covered the cold white collarbone.

Such a painless attitude makes Han zhe feel like punching cotton.

His fingers hanging on the side of his body clenched and loosened again and again. His knuckles turned white and said sternly, "I ask you what you mean!"

"I suggest you calm down first." the night rain and autumn wind, the street is dark, there is no moonlight and no shadow. Wen Haoqing bent his fingers and flicked the rain on his sleeves, with a gentle and elegant attitude.

The more so, Han zhe felt that there was no reason for ridicule. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. After a little quiet, he didn't know what kind of mood to ask such a sentence: "do you know my relationship with song Bai before?"

Wen Haoqing looked at him calmly.

"She once tried every means to climb onto my bed. I took her out. Don't you think the word" gold Lord "is very ironic." Han zhe half narrowed his eyes, leaned back and leaned against the door. His expression was unknown. Under his lazy appearance and talking and laughing, his words were like a sharp blade, which was casually said by his master: "We did everything you did with her, dating, kissing, even having sex."

The rain was loud and clear, and Wen Haoqing had no expression. "So what."

"Don't you really mind, Wen Haoqing." Han zhe lit a cigarette with his eyes down. It was raining and the air was mocking. He didn't light it several times. He impatiently pressed the lighter and made a clicking sound. Some light mocking tone: "we have known each other for more than 20 years. Don't pretend to me. I know what kind of person you are. Others don't know, I know."

"How do you accept such a person who is as clean as you?" Han zhe looked at the film emperor deeply and smiled. He was a little careless: "when you called her gold Lord, did you think she had called others gold Lord?"

In fact, Han zhe had nothing to do with song Bai before, but he just wanted to stab Wen Haoqing with words. The harder he said, the better he felt. It's best to see Wen Haoqing lose his calm demeanor and fall into the mud from the altar.

But sometimes it's hard to take off the mask after staying for a long time.

"That can only be the past." Wen Haoqing stood in the rain. His fingertips wiped the corners of his lips at will. His white fingertips were cold without a trace of temperature. When he looked down, he could see the blood on his fingertips.