The familiar voice made Fang Chixia's back stiffen, and her back turned suddenly.
Leng Qihan was sitting by the window, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his slender legs folded lazily in a relaxed state, and his eyes were looking in her direction.
He seemed very relaxed, and when he saw her, his dark eyes even revealed a smile.
"We all happened to meet each other, come and sit together!" Leng Qihan invited with his eyes gesturing to the seat next to him.
Fang Chixia hesitated and walked towards him.
"Why are you alone?" She asked calmly as she sat down opposite him.
"It's too early now. I can't sleep. I just walked here." Leng Qihan explained, touched his wine glass to hers, took a sip, and stared at it calmly. She looked at her, "Why haven't you thought of contacting me in the past four years?"
"You are so busy, I don't want to disturb you." Fang Chixia explained perfunctorily.
"Really? You know, if it's your call, no matter how busy I am, I will answer it!" Leng Qihan dismissed her reason.
Fang Chixia hesitated slightly.
"Who have you contacted in the past four years?" Leng Qihan asked in a different way.
"I haven't contacted anyone." Fang Chixia lowered her eyes.
Leng Qihan touched his chin with his fingertips, chewed on her words, and suddenly smiled, "Really? I'm relieved."
His words were spoken in a joking tone, but he expressed his true thoughts.
Thinking that Fang Chixia didn't even have contact with Tong Yan, he was really relieved.
"Are you planning to live abroad forever?" Leng Qihan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and asked calmly.
"Well, always!" Fang Chixia responded to him, and deliberately emphasized the phrase "always".
Leng Qihan was slightly startled, and his fingers holding the goblet tightened slightly, "Because a Luo Yibei doesn't even want to go back to the country where he has lived for so many years?"
"It has nothing to do with him, it's my own fault." Fang Chixia raised his face and corrected lightly.
"Reason?" Leng Qihan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Fang Chixia's eyes dimmed after his words, her body seemed to stiffen significantly, and her face instantly darkened.
Leng Qihan calmly observed her like this, secretly speculating on herself.
On the cobblestone path outside the bar, a figure walked slowly towards this side.
When we arrived at the bar, people outside looked inside through the transparent bar glass.
Seeing the two people sitting in the room, the faces of the people outside the room turned cold unconsciously.
In the room, Leng Qihan sat opposite Fang Chixia, and inadvertently glanced outward from the corner of his eye.
When he caught a glimpse of the man standing outside, he was slightly startled at first, then the corners of his lips curled up again without trace.
Fang Chixia was still silent.
She was silent for a long time, as if she was in some kind of deep sadness, and her body even trembled.
"He will hate me to death. I will put his..." After about four or five minutes, she raised her face. She seemed a little excited. Just when she was about to say something, Leng Qihan suddenly stood up and put an arm towards her neck. With an upper hook, he pulled her neck towards him with a very strong force. In Fang Chixia's slightly stagnant eyes, his lips came closer, and a cold kiss fell softly on hers. forehead.
A very gentle kiss, like the spring breeze blowing away the drizzle, very soft.