Sima Ziyun curiously looks at the stairway. Sima Ziyun also wants to know what the so-called dragon Gang's son looks like.
See a slender straight figure appeared in the Dragon villa living room of the staircase, Sima Ziyun looked at the figure of that moment, her beautiful eyes suddenly solidified.
His face is handsome, his body is tall and straight, his eyes are indifferent, but his eyes are very deep. The combination of these fine qualities is enough to make him a unique beautiful man in the world.
Sima Ziyun was so surprised that her beautiful eyes were wide open, and the exaggerated expression was directly solidified on Sima Ziyun's face.
"How is that possible?"
Sima Ziyun was so shocked that he felt almost dizzy.
At the moment, Sima Ziyun, a teenager standing at the stairway of the living room of Longjia villa, had seen him before.
In Xingcheng, south of Jiangnan Province, Sima Ziyun had an encounter with the boy in the field racetrack.
Young xianzun is so bloodless that Gongsun Mingyi doesn't dare to fight against Ouyang's family any more. On the racetrack, this man defeated Wang lanslot with his amazing and cool car skills, which makes Sima Ziyun experience what real racing is for the first time.
No matter where he is, he is a brilliant new star, but it is also the most difficult thing for Sima Ziyun to accept.
This excellent young man is the so-called weak and incompetent son of "Long Gang"?
Sima Ziyun's lips were slightly red, and ye Xuan came steadily step by step. He passed him directly, as if he had not seen Sima Ziyun. His indifference to Sima Ziyun was exactly the same as when Sima Ziyun met this man in the underground racetrack.
"Hello, uncle Sima!"
Ye Xuan met Sima Gaopeng and said hello politely. He just sat on the sofa beside him. Sima Ziyun was directly ignored by Ye Xuan.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. Xiao Xuan has grown so big that I can't recognize him any more."
Sima Gaopeng smiles and nods to Ye Xuan. The last time Sima Gaopeng saw Ye Xuan was five years ago, but at that time ye Xuan was just a 13-year-old boy. He looked cowardly and afraid of others. He didn't look like a person who could achieve great things.
However, when Sima Gaopeng saw Ye Xuan today, ye Xuan was calm and quiet, and his speech was generous and casual. Facing Sima Gaopeng, he was calm and calm, which made him a little strange.
"How can a boy who is not favored by anyone suddenly have such a good temperament?"
Sima Gaopeng turns to see Sima Ziyun. He wants Sima Ziyun to say hello to Ye Xuan. He suddenly finds that Sima Ziyun's expression is dull, as if his daughter has lost her soul at the moment.
"Ziyun, what's the matter with you?"
Hearing Sima Gaopeng's voice, Sima Ziyun came back to himself. Sima Ziyun forced down his emotion and calmed down slightly.
"I'm fine!"
Sima Gaopeng saw that Sima Ziyun was back to normal, but he didn't continue to ask. He pointed to Ye Xuan and said, "come on, let's get to know Xiao Xuan. This is uncle Long Gang's dry son!"
Long Gang didn't say a word. Luo Anchun also felt that the atmosphere in the living room was strange. He didn't speak at the moment.
Sima Gaopeng looked at Ye Xuan and said with a smile, "Xiao Xuan, this is my daughter Ziyun. You two met several times when you were young!"
Ye Xuan looked at Sima Ziyun as if he had just discovered the existence of Sima Ziyun. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his indifferent face. Looking at Sima Ziyun, his eyes almost glowed.
"Oh, so this is my fiancee. Hello, Hello, I knew you were so beautiful. I would not have told you that I wanted to divorce you at the beginning!"
Ye Xuan quickly stood up, his face looked like a pair of regret does not fall, stretched out his hand to Sima Ziyun.
Sima Ziyun's eyebrows are slightly frowning. Ye Xuan's performance is no different from those dandies who see beautiful women and want to hook up with each other. But that night, at the field racetrack in Xingcheng, Jiangnan Province, ye Xuan completely ignored Sima Ziyun and regarded him as the air.
This kind of contrast is so strong that Sima Ziyun can hardly turn around.
"Isn't this the same person at all?"
Although Sima Ziyun was confused, he politely extended his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Sima Ziyun!"
Sima Ziyun's jade hand is warm and delicate. Countless young talents in the capital want to hold her hand in their own hands. At this moment, ye Xuan tightly holds Sima Ziyun's delicate hand, but not only holds Sima Ziyun's hand. Ye Xuan gently pinches her hand a few times before letting go of it. He can see the lightness of her hand.
Sima Ziyun's heart suddenly surged up a trace of anger. If it wasn't for Long Gang sitting next to him, Sima Ziyun would never have been polite to such a dandy who wanted to eat tofu. Looking at Ye Xuan's face, Sima Ziyun's heart had a conclusion.
"It's impossible that the guy on the brain is the same person at that time. The two people's personalities are quite different, and the tone of their speech is totally opposite. Moreover, that one is a Chinese teenager xianzun, and he is a car God with cool driving skills. How can he be such a dandy with good color?"
Sima Ziyun has completely separated Ye Xuan from the teenager he met that night, and concludes that ye Xuan in front of him is not the same person as the one on the racetrack.
"Maybe it's because of the lack of light that night, and the two people's looks are slightly similar, I just lost my sight!"
Sima Ziyun more and more feel that this explanation is very reasonable, see ye Xuan that salivate for her, want to stare his eyes out of the color of the squint, Sima Ziyun heart feel a burst of disgust.
The unique handsome face in the world was also directly included in the unpopular blacklist by Sima Ziyun.
Sima Gaopeng was also dissatisfied. He realized that ye Xuan's dandy style had not changed at all. If he let his baby daughter marry such a man with no ambition, Sima Gaopeng would not agree.
"Ziyun, can we discuss our marriage again? I really regret it now!"
Ye xuancuo to Sima Ziyun's side, a face flattering salivation appearance, let Sima Ziyun almost didn't directly to gas fainted.
Sima Ziyun has always been indifferent to Ye Xuan, cold, without the slightest expression.