When Yan Shiqi saw the car, the smile on his cheek gradually faded away.
Although it's only 7 p.m., it's already dark.
With the approaching of their car, Yan Fu has stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a thin windbreaker coat, standing in the cool dusk, facing their direction, rubbing his hands and looking forward.
Although not face to face, but inkstone when seven or see him different from the past haggard and decadent tired.
When the car stopped steadily, Yan's father walked quickly to their car. Through the window, he took a deep look at Yan Shiqi, and then looked at Qin Baiyu in the driver's seat. Surprised, he nodded and laughed.
In front of the villa, they got out of the car at the same time.
Two people around the front of the car, standing in each other's side, the same look to the unknown inkstone army, no one spoke.
At this time, the weather was cold and the wind was strong.
The cool wind from all directions blew their clothes. The inkstone army clutched tightly in the palm of his hand. Looking at the man's cold broad and indifferent cheek, he turned to look at the inkstone Shiqi: "girl, I..."
"Go in and talk."
The man expression light ground opens mouth to interrupt him, then embrace inkstone when seven took the lead to walk toward villa.
Yan Jun's words are blocked in his mouth and he can't continue. He turns his eyes and looks at their back, struggling with each other. After sighing and sighing, he keeps up with them.
……
In the living room with a warm room like spring, the light is very bright.
At that time, Yan Jun sat in front of the tea table, thinking about how to break the silence, Yan Shiqi turned back from the bar with two glasses of water.
The water cup gently placed in front of him for a moment, Yan Jun heard her say: "Mr. Yan, come here so late, what's the matter?"
A sentence "Mr. Yan" instantly separated them from each other.
Yan Jun's eyes are a little sour. He looks up at Shi Qi, who is sitting beside Qin Baiyu. He purses his lips. His tone is very difficult: "girl, I called you today, but you didn't answer. I haven't seen you for a while, so I want to come and see you."
Hearing this, inkstone Shiqi blinked and responded softly, "I'm sorry you didn't hear something in the afternoon. I'm so sorry to let you go for a trip."
She said so, but there was a light alienation and politeness between her beautiful and clear eyebrows.
She hopes that this is Yan's father's sincere words, but if she really has such a heart, how can she think of coming to see her after Yan's family accident?
Yan Shiqi didn't expose his hypocrisy. He said indifferently, then he picked up a water cup from the table and handed it to the cold man. "You drink some water. You will be very tired after eating popcorn just now."
She was very comfortable to speak, the man drooped his head took the glass, sipped, touched her fingertips, "hands are so cold, why don't you pour yourself a cup? Do you want to take a shower? "
"Never mind, I'm not thirsty. There are still guests at home. Don't worry! "
Their two people this time as if no one else's brief exchange, let Yan Jun sit beside slightly superfluous.
He can feel Xiao Qi's alienated attitude, and his eyes fall on the glass of water. He takes a few gulps of it to try to settle his mood.
Half a cup of water, Yan Jun seems to calm down a bit, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the palm of his hand, sighed softly, and said: "girl, now you and I are so out of sight, Dad..."
This time, Yan Shiqi couldn't help but shook his head politely and politely and interrupted him, "Mr. Yan, it's not out of sight. After all, it's different between intimacy and estrangement."
A familiar with different, instant remind Yan Jun, that day in the Wen family, he let Xiaoqi move to the guest room.