Wen Nuan didn't walk too far. She went downstairs and saw Pan Weining again. He was sitting on a high stool at the bar, chatting with the bartender. She seemed to be in a hurry to escape, which surprised him again. He saw Zhan Nanxian following her closely. His mind suddenly flashed. He stood up and walked between the two people, blocking Zhan Nanxian.
Wen Nuan stopped after a few steps, looked back in surprise and looked at the two of them.
Zhan Nanxian's expression remained unchanged, and he curled his lips lightly, "Excuse me."
Pan Weining narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Didn't President Zhan go to Paris to try on wedding dresses? How come you're back so soon?"
"I don't like the styles in Paris, so we plan to go to Milan to have a look after some time."
Wen Nuan turned around and tried to leave, but Zhan Nanxian immediately reached out and grabbed her wrist.
At the same moment, Pan Weining attacked his arm that was suspended in the air. He suddenly raised his arm to avoid Pan Weining's attack. Before Wen Nuan could react, he pulled her into his arms. A soft force made her shoulders turn 180 degrees like lightning. She stood in front of him and faced Pan Weining's fist, which was just an inch in front of her nose.
Pan Weining was shocked and angry, "What kind of man are you!"
Zhan Nanxian's lips curved brightly, as if praising but also mocking, "You are really a man."
For some reason, this casual remark made Pan Weining speechless. He was unable to say anything back and could only watch him drag Wen Nuan out of the door.
After stuffing her into the sports car and speeding off, Zhan Nanxian called the phone, "Yixin? I'm leaving for a while and will come back to pick you up later." After hanging up the phone, he said coldly, "Are you used to ignoring my words?"
It took Wen Nuan a while to realize that he was talking to her, "What nonsense?" The road conditions outside the car window were familiar. Although she didn't know where he would take her, it didn't seem like he was planning to sell it, so she just sat quietly in her seat.
"Did I ever tell you to stay away from Pan Vining?"
She immediately retorted, "I've never been close to him."
He choked, "Besides talking back, what else can you do?"
"I don't know how to do anything, especially not pull a woman in front of me to block punches."
He sneered, "Only a deranged idiot would fight in public over a woman's favor."
"Oh, I forgot that you are known for your beastly heart. Sorry, I said it wrong. It's cold and wise."
He opened his mouth, but finally swallowed his anger. He rested one elbow outside the car window, turned his face away slightly, and a faint smile slowly curved up his lips. He thought she had really cultivated an indestructible body and no longer had a hot temper, but it turned out that as long as her body was weak and her will was weak, she would be easily aroused as before.
It was as if a trace of joy seeped up from the deepest part of his heart, softening his extremely handsome facial features. His expression was relaxed and smiling, and his look was fatal. Probably any woman who saw him at this moment would not be able to resist his strange charm. She looked at him with warmth and tenderness in her heart, and she was stunned and couldn't take her eyes away.
The car returned to Qianyu and drove into the second underground floor of the annex. She was surprised and couldn't help asking, "Isn't the restaurant open on weekends?" And what time is it now? Even on weekdays, people would have gone home long ago.
"There is a private kitchen if the restaurant is closed." Seeing that she didn't move, he raised his lips, "Does your stomach hurt?"