Chapter 469

The man whispered in response, inkstone when seven but tight his waist suit cloth, voice is choked, "how can you be here?"

Didn't you say something would come later?

How can it appear in aunt Hua's old neighborhood?

She has a lot of words, a lot of questions, want to pour out to him.

However, at the moment when he held him in his arms, his eyes were wet.

"Dear, I've been waiting for a long time." The man embraces her with one hand and caresses her hair with warmth in his palm, which is a strong comfort and heartache.

Inkstone when seven Fu in his shoulder, forced back eyes wet meaning, she murmured a voice, "fourth brother, I lost Wen orange!"

In a word, with endless sorrow and sadness.

Over the past two days, her struggling mood in front of men, there is a trend of breakwater.

Yan Shiqi's voice is full of bitterness. At this time, she suddenly sees the direction behind the man with a flash of light. In a room, there is a faint candle light jumping.

As she took a deep breath, she adjusted her mood. In her ear, the man suddenly said, "I know. I'm sorry. I'm late."

Inkstone when seven shook his head, to open the distance between the two.

However, as soon as she was about to move, the man's arm locked her firmly in his arms and kissed her ear. The air pressure was very low. He said, "Wencheng is OK."

Yan Shiqi froze in his arms, but his heart was hot.

This cold and windy autumn night seems not so cold.

Dim line of sight, she inch by inch on the man into the starry eyes, she trembled, repeated: "Wen orange, she's ok?"

The man was silent for a few seconds. He turned and looked at the candlelight room. His voice was very heavy. "People are inside."

Inkstone when seven almost no hesitation, legs will walk past.

But the wrist, but was held by the man, he slowly stroked her face, told: "after see, to calm down, I wait for you here."

Her heart, because of this sentence, and instantly pulled into a ball.

"Good."

Yan Shiqi stepped on high-heeled shoes and hurried to the door of the wing room. When she raised her hand to knock on the door, the double wooden doors opened. The people she saw surprised her, "officer Lei?"

……

Five minutes later, Yan Shiqi came out of the room with scarlet eyes.

She tightly pursed the corners of her lips, and the tip of her nose was a little red. It was still so cold that night.

The man was waiting for her under the Chuihua gate. When he saw her coming out, he welcomed her and opened his arms to bring her in.

Yan Shiqi's mouth was twitching because of her forbearance. She put her cheek in his arms and clenched her hands tightly against his chest. Her voice was hoarse. "Who's going to do it?"

"They're a bunch of club thugs."

……

At five o'clock sharp, Yan Shiqi and the man went back to the glass greenhouse.

The birthday party is about to begin, and many guests have been made at the table.

As a master of traditional Chinese painting, Mr. Wen Chongli is also a distinguished professor of a famous university. His talents are all over the world, including his students and elites from all walks of life.

All the descendants of the Leng and Li families were present.

Outside the glass greenhouse, through the bright light, Yan Shiqi saw the Wen family sitting at the main table.

The old man in the first place, over 70 years old, is in a dark red Tang suit. He is hale and hearty. He is wearing glasses with gold frames and two thin chains dangling from the legs of the glasses.

His bright eyes dyed with smile, deepened the wrinkles of the corner of his eyes, but in this conversation, revealed gentle and elegant.