She was stunned and almost got up from the chair, but she finally held it back, but she couldn't look away from his face.
She fixedly looked into his eyes, and she wanted to ask a lot.
Fu Xingye noticed her gaze, and the faint peachy eyes still hidden behind the lens narrowed slightly, hooked her lips lightly, and then moved his gaze away, like a casual glance.
Nie Changhuan's heart thumped and jumped wildly. The huge surprise and happiness made her a little dizzy, but she felt that everything was not real, and Fu Xingye who suddenly appeared in front of her was even more unreal.
She stretched out her hand cautiously, trying to pull his sleeve.
Fu Xingye's Yu Guang glanced at her movement, but first stretched out her hand, squeezed her small hand in his palm, squeezed it again, and did not let go.
Nie Changhuan's face became hot, her eyes drooped, and her lips pressed vigorously to prevent others from discovering her smile.
At this moment, she was so happy.
Fu Xingye's eyes seemed to be better.
Her Fu Xingye is back.
When her Fu Xingye came, she was not afraid.
All the haze that Fu Xingye was not in the country before was swept away. The hesitation and embarrassment that had been persecuted just now all turned into a sense of security because of his arrival.
She couldn't help straightening her back, raising her eyes to look at the people on the table.
Cen Xingyue also reacted at this moment, fixedly looking at the handsome and lazy man next to Nie Changhuan, and slowly overlapping it with the Fu Xingye whose eyes were not yet blind, and his heartbeat jumped wildly uncontrollably.
Cen Xingyue never realized that a pair of eyes had such an important role for a person.
She squeezed her fingers calmly, suppressed her excitement, and said as gentle and polite as possible: "Brother Xingye, you are back."
Fu Xingye leaned on the chair, squeezing Nie Changhuan's hand under the table with one hand, and put the other hand on the table casually, playing with the glass of wine he had taken from Chang Xun's hand between his fingers.
His regained eyes were smiling, and he didn't say anything. He just pampered the finger of the wine glass, pushed the wine glass in the direction of Cen Xingyue, and tapped the table top with his slender fingers.
This means that Cen Xingyue drank this glass of wine.
Cen Xingyue's complexion became stiff, and she stared at the wine glass, only then did she remember Chang Xun who wanted to fill Nie Changhuan with wine.
Chang Xun hadn't recovered a bit at this moment, and was standing beside Fu Xingye with a calm face. He didn't even know how he gave up his position to Fu Xingye.
Cen Xingyue was secretly frightened, not knowing when Fu Xingye came over, let alone how much he heard.
But in any case, Cen Xingyue couldn't drink this glass of wine.
Cen Xingyue pursed her lips, pretending that she hadn't seen or understood Fu Xingye's actions just now, and got up directly: "Be unaccompanied. I'll go to the bathroom."
She thought, she was like this, and Fu Xingye would never pursue her.
But as soon as she stood upright, Fu Xingye slowly said, "Miss Cen, do I need to deliver this glass of wine to you personally?"
Cen Xingyue could no longer pretend to be stupid, she slowly turned around and exposed to Fu Xingye with arrogant and eye-catching grievances.
She tossed her lips with difficulty: "Brother Xingye, you know, I never drink."
It's not that she doesn't drink, it's that no one has dared to persuade her.
Faced with her showing of weakness, Fu Xingye sneered: "Is this important?"
Cen Xingyue's face turned pale in an instant.
Seeing Cen Xingyue standing still, Fu Xingye turned sideways, staring at the young man who has been sitting on his side, but familiar with him: "You have work."
The young man was familiar with He Rong, who stood beside him when He Rong had his arm broken by Chen Yanchuan.
So at this moment, after receiving Fu Xingye's polite eyes that he wanted to laugh or not, he hesitated, holding up the wine glass with both hands, and daring not spill a drop, he brought it to Cen Xingyue.
He sneered and said softly, "Miss Cen, you have to forgive me, I can't help it."
Cen Xingyue didn't listen to what he was saying at all, just staring at Fu Xingye firmly.
Fu Xingye leaned on the chair, sat lazily, and looked at her lazily.
Cen Xingyue finally had to turn her head slowly to look at the glass of wine, and also had to slowly raise her hand to end the glass of wine.
But when she thought that Chang Xun had drunk this glass of wine, she just...
I often look for that mouth. I don't know what I have kissed. God knows how dirty it is.
But right now, Fu Xingye obviously didn't plan to let her go.
Cen Xingyue couldn't help but look at Nie Changhuan, but Nie Changhuan didn't look at her at all. Instead, he pursed his lips and smiled. Did he keep peeking at Fu Xingye beside her, that looks like...
Cen Xingyue closed her eyes, raised her head and drank the glass of wine cleanly.
When she put down the wine glass, her eyes were red and she looked at Fu Xingye. The injuries and humiliation in it made the people around her secretly startled.
"Is it okay?" Her voice was slightly hoarse after being soaked in wine, and she seemed to be choking. She stared at Nie Changhuan, who was sitting next to Fu Xingye, and finally looked at Fu Xingye, "I'm leaving.
"I let you go?" Fu Xingye didn't know about Cen Xingyue's tricks when he was abroad, but she just endured it all the time. Tonight, she instigated Nie Changhuan with such goods, which really touched his bottom line.
Cen Xingyue stared at Fu Xingye incredulously.
Fu Xingye raised her eyes and squinted her, then looked sideways at Chang Xunxiao: "Chang, you don't like to drink. I will let Xingyue accompany you to drink tonight, how about?"
Cen Xingyue buzzed in her mind: "Brother Xingye, you actually let me accompany the wine?!"
"Can't accompany you?" Fu Xingye stared at her, "The champion Nie Changhuan was forced by you to drink and perform talent. You are the second one to accompany a drink, so you lose your identity?"
Fu Xingye hooked the corner of his right lip, his eyes were extremely cold, and added: "Or, do you think it is always unworthy to drink with you?"
"Brother Xingye, are you... Are you in a bad mood today?" Cen Xingyue had no idea that Fu Xingye would force her like this. Her heart was cold, but her face was fierce by the eyes of her surroundings. She curled her lips hard, trying hard to retain a little face and self-esteem.
Seeing this scene, Nie Changhuan remembered that when he first saw Cen Xingyue, when Cen Xingyue sweetly called Fu Xingye's brother Xingye, Fu Xingye still rubbed her hair very happily, and now only a few dozen days have passed, he is already in the public This kind of occasion does not give her affection.
Nie Changhuan couldn't help turning his head, and went to see Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye noticed her gaze, turned his head to look at her, and then replied in a cool voice when he lowered his eyes: "Cen Xingyue, who allows you to call me that?"
At that moment, Cen Xingyue thought, Fu Xingye made up his mind to trample on the ground with her Miss Cen's face tonight, ruining her arrogance and self-esteem.
He did this for the sake of Nie Changhuan.
Cen Xingyue couldn't hold back, the daughter of Zhongxing Pengyue cried in the crowd and onlookers.
As soon as she started crying, she couldn't stop it at all. She lowered her head and held her handbag in front of her, but her shoulders kept shaking and the whimpering became more and more obvious.
The people who originally watched the excitement began to exchange glances because of her crying, and finally looked at Fu Xingye and Nie Changhuan, who had been sitting silently beside him, silently.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Chang Xun hurriedly came out and smiled in a restrained manner: "Oh, all friends, so what are you doing? Miss Changhuan, do you think this is true?"
Because of Chang Xun's words, all the eyes around him fell on Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan couldn't help but chuckle, she was really speechless.
Is this kind of moral kidnapping okay
But since Cen Xingyue can cry, why does she have to take this question stupidly
So she pressed her lower lip lightly, looked at Cen Xingyue, and sighed, "Yes, senior sister, they are all friends. Didn't you just persuade me to have a few more drinks with Chang Zong? Now you have a drink with Chang Zong. , It’s not a big deal, right? You would rather cry in public than drink with Mr. Chang. How embarrassing Mr. Chang is?"
"..." Chang Xun.
"..." Cen Xingyue was sobbing, and the fingers pinched on her handbag became tighter and tighter unconsciously.
Fu Xingye tilted his head and glanced at Nie Changhuan. Nie Changhuan played cautiously in front of the person he liked. Feeling a little ashamed and uneasy, he pretended not to notice his gaze.
However, Fu Xingye looked at her with sharp teeth and mouth and pretended to be innocent and dazed. He couldn't help but think of Nie Changhuan when she first came to Whale City and the two quarreled with her, and then thought that he and her have now reached this point. Laughed.
With his smile, Nie Changhuan knew that he was not disgusted with him, and felt relieved.
But Fu Xingye's smile fell in the eyes of others, and he was clearly helping Nie Changhuan.
Chang Xun's face instantly became ugly.
After smiling, Fu Xingye approached Nie Changhuan and asked her softly, "Do you want to leave?"
Nie Changhuan nodded without hesitation.
Fu Xingye grabbed Nie Changhuan's hand and got up, clasped her fingers and turned and walked out. After a few steps, he turned his head and stared at Cen Xingyue, who had been standing still, and squinted his eyes before turning his head back.
When Fu Xingye left, several young men and women immediately gathered around and began to comfort Cen Xingyue.
And Cen Xingyue stood holding the table, staring at the tall men and women who were astonished by looking at their backs, and looking at the flaming objects in the banquet hall that automatically gave way to the two of them, only feeling ridiculed.
But after the ridicule, there was boundless anger, embarrassment, and nausea.
Chang Xun smiled bitterly: "I said Miss Cen, you just stared me to death, it's useless!"
Cen Xingyue tried hard to adjust her expression. She didn't want to offend Chang Xun, but when she thought that she still had a glass of wine that Chang Xun had drunk in her stomach, she became nauseous and turned to the bathroom.
Moreover, it is estimated that everyone in the entire banquet hall knows that Fu Xingye has humiliated Cen Xingyue in order to protect Nie Changhuan. How can she stay in the face of those jokes? !
It's just that when she came, the stars held the moon, and now she was alone when she was away, and she was a little embarrassed when she was walking on high heels.
Chang Xun tilted his head and glanced at the direction where Fu Xingye and Nie Changhuan were leaving, then squinted at the back of Cen Xingyue for a while, then suddenly put the wine bottle in his hand and followed Cen Xingyue.
Yan Xiaofeng originally did not care about the life and death of the student’s personal affairs, but the opponent was Cen Xingyue. He weighed it down. He was planning to call Cen Xingyue’s assistant Zhou Yinglu. As a result, Zhou Yinglu disappeared long ago. He thought for a while and was too lazy to get up from his position. To find someone, he simply called Fu Xingye.
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When Fu Xingye received a call from Yan Xiaofeng, he had just taken Nie Changhuan to sit down in the private room upstairs.
Nie Changhuan didn't want to listen to the content of his call, but Yan Xiaofeng's voice was like a red bell and full of breath. It was difficult for her to hear it.
Fu Xingye did not comment on the call. When Nie Changhuan thought he would not care, he called Chen Yanchuan and asked him to bring Chang Xun.
Nie Changhuan lowered his eyes, and felt that Fu Xingye's help to Cen Xingyue in this situation was reasonable. After all, Chang Xun was not a good product. He took the opportunity to do something to Cen Xingyue when he was alone in embarrassment. For the sake of fame, Cen Xingyue could only admit that she was unlucky.
Cen Xingyue's lifetime innocence can't be ignored because of these little things tonight.
She understands the truth, but she feels uncomfortable in her heart.
Originally, Fu Xingye came back suddenly, and now the two of them were alone in the same room. She was extremely happy, but at this moment, she was pursing her lips, only feeling like a stone pressed against her heart.
She raised her eyes and looked around, trying to divert her attention, only to see two suitcases standing in the corner of the wall.
Her heart shook slightly, and she couldn't help turning to ask Fu Xingye, "You came directly from the airport?"
"Very touched?" Fu Xingye was originally focused on the phone, and when he heard these words, he took the time to stare at her playfully.
"..." Nie Changhuan was hit by his eyes, and hummed to hide himself.
Fu Xingye laughed.
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips, stared at him faintly, and finally couldn't help but chuckle.
The unpleasantness just now disappeared.
Just as there was a knock on the door outside, Fu Xingye patted Nie Changhuan's waist, "You go to the bedroom, I will take care of something."
Nie Changhuan knew that Chang Xun had been brought, and immediately got up and went into the bedroom.
After the bedroom door was closed, Fu Xingye leaned on the sofa: "Come in."
Chen Yanchuan and Chang Xun walked in one after another.
"Fu Sanshao, what's going on with me?" Chang Xun's Jiu Jin'er had already come up a bit, squinting his eyes to see Fu Xingye's shadow will not appear.
Fu Xingye pulled his lips, and when he sat up, he grabbed a wine bottle on the low table and waved the wine bottle to the edge of the table. When the wine splashed and the fragments were torn apart, he carried the gaped half of the wine bottle and walked to the usual. Looking ahead.
Chen Yanchuan received his sight and kicked Chang Xun's legs fiercely. Chang Xun's brain was slow for several beats. Chang Xun knelt down and sat on the ground with a bang. The severe pain in his knee seemed to be walking outside the sky. It took him a while to hiss heavily.
He suddenly raised his head to look at Fu Xingye, his eyes that were red from drinking, seemed to be bleeding at the moment!
He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fu Xingye, don't bully you too much! I didn't know Nie Changhuan was your woman at first! If only she was... Ah!!!"
Nie Changhuan heard the movement in the room and was really worried, so he couldn't help but ran out to check. After a glance, he happened to see Fu Xingye pressing Chang Xun's hand on the low table with one hand, and holding the cracked wine bottle in the other. Pierced the ground.
Accompanied by Chang Xun’s scream, Fu Xingye seemed to feel that it was not enough. He held the bottle and ran over it. It was not until Chang Xun was so painful that he knocked his head on the table, and then he pulled out a cold smile: "Chang Xun , Who told you that I asked you to settle accounts simply because of this?"
After saying this, he realized that Nie Changhuan had come out of the room, so he smiled at her and said, "Hey, go back to the room and stay."
Nie Changhuan looked at Fu Xingye calmly.
Liu Feifei said that Chang Xun is the son of a master of Chinese painting and inherited the mantle of the family.
Today, Fu Xingye ruined his hand like this, which is equivalent to cutting his life.
Unexpectedly, Fu Xingye could actually be so angry for Cen Xingyue and be so cruel.
After all, when Fu Xingye vented her anger, he only symbolically let Chang Xun drink a small half bottle of wine.
She lowered her eyes, turned around silently, went back to the bedroom, and closed the door.
She leaned back on the door panel, and she couldn't help but recalled Fu Xingye's indifference and alienation to herself during the two or three months he had left.
She couldn't help but began to re-examine her relationship with Fu Xingye. After much deliberation, she could not find evidence that Fu Xingye loved herself deeply, nor could she completely believe that Fu Xingye did not love herself.
This feeling of being inexhaustible made her feel more and more uncomfortable because she was constantly being stuffed into damp cotton.
It wasn't until Fu Xingye finished dealing with Chang Xun and turned the doorknob and pushed the door that she suddenly recovered, and hurriedly stepped aside and stepped aside.
She also knew that she seemed to be a little cautious, and she was expecting too much and thinking too much about this relationship, but at this moment, she suddenly didn't know how to face Fu Xingye.
Fu Xingye had blood on his hands, and he walked straight to Nie Changhuan and motioned for her to roll up the sleeves for himself.
Nie Changhuan didn't want to pay attention to him, but when she thought of him coming over to find herself when he got off the plane, she hesitated, staring only at his button, not daring to look at the blood on his hand, and helped him unbutton the cuff. , And carefully rolled his sleeves to the elbows for him.
It's not that Fu Xingye didn't notice her abnormal emotions, but there was something in his mind and blood on his hands, so he didn't say a word, and went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Nie Changhuan was standing outside listening to the sound of running water inside. Whenever she thought of him doing this for Cen Xingyue, she wanted to get angry and leave directly.
In the end, she was making up her mind to leave, and Fu Xingye came out of the bathroom.
Fu Xingye saw her slender fingers on the doorknob, stopped, and stood still there, staring at Nie Changhuan deeply without speaking.
He didn't mean to come over to coax her at all.
Nie Changhuan's anger was filled with embarrassment, and that embarrassment turned into a grievance.
Her nose was sore and she wanted to go straight away, but knowing that doing so would undoubtedly be unreasonable and unreasonable, so she stood at the door, lowered her eyebrows, and froze with Fu Xingye.
Just when she was about to insist on going to see Fu Xingye, Fu Xingye sighed and finally took a step forward.
Nie Changhuan's heart immediately thumped and jumped wildly, and the original grievance and embarrassment suddenly turned into tension and anticipation.