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Chapter 5

Yue Ling looked at Fu Yi's dog-like expression, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were cloudy, "Don't you know that Xiu En loves to die quickly?"

This is Fu Yi's birthday party, and Yue Xiaoye didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said.

Leaning back, one long leg stretched out, resting on the table, under a half-smile, there was maliciousness and sarcasm surging secretly.

The people in the box were happy and willing to watch the show.

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to zero, suffocating and depressing.

With a pale face, Lin Yiran seemed to silently feel the malice emanating from Yue Ling's body, and shrank into Fu Yi's arms involuntarily.

"Yue Ling—"

Yan Ran's final note is slightly raised, and the sound is like the sun blowing away the thin cold mist in the early spring morning.

next sentence.

"Apologize."

Yue Ling's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, the blood was rushing endlessly in his body, as if he was going to explode in the next second.

Apologize? !
He doesn't know how to read an apology!
Just when he was about to lose control of his temper, Yan Ran glanced sideways, with a chilling indifference in his expression.

Yan Ran with this appearance is undoubtedly a stranger.

It is also the most unpredictable.

The anger burning in Yue Ling's heart was like being splashed with a basin of frosty cold water, and it suddenly became silent.

He was a little afraid to look at Yan Ran, so he could only reluctantly stare at Fu Yi with extreme unwillingness, clenched his fists and rattled.

I saw him with a ferocious face, uttering a few words with difficulty.

"sorry."

This expression didn't look like an apology, but rather a murderous expression.

As if he was wronged, or felt ashamed, Yue Ling left angrily, and the door was closed with a bang, which was enough to see how angry this little ancestor was.

Fu Yi's expression remained unchanged, still gentle and gentle: "Yue Ling's temperament is just like that, so I won't take it to heart, there is no need to apologize."

Yan Ran looked at him and thought to himself: How could you, a small-bellied man, not care about it? I'm afraid that when Yue Ling apologized to him, he would have been happy and pretending, it really is hypocrisy.

But on the surface Yan Ran just said: "It's your birthday today, what he said is unlucky."

Fu Yi still smiled, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes, pretending nothing happened, "Come on, eat cake."

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The corner of the sweater sleeve was messed up, his fingers were slender and beautiful, except for the old scars on them, they were like jade carvings.

He grabbed the end of the thread and tied it tirelessly, repeating the movements over and over again, full of suggestive nervousness.

A piece of cake decorated with strawberries suddenly appeared in front of him. Fu Ji didn't move. After a few seconds, he looked at the person who handed him the cake.

Yan Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled casually: "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Ji didn't move, remained silent, and didn't reach out to pick it up.

Yan Ran didn't feel embarrassed, put the cake on the tea table opposite, and sat next to Fu Ji naturally.

Fu Ji's eyes moved accordingly, his dark pupils, his icy scrutiny was as cold as a knife blade buried in the snow and ice of the deep mountains.

He kept staring, as if he didn't know how impolite it was to stare at people so directly.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll think you're in love with me."

Just kidding.

Yan Ran sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his skin was very pale and morbid, even a little transparent under the light, his long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped slightly, and a red mole on the tip of his nose added to the charm.

She is very young, both in contour and eyebrows are extremely good, reminiscent of the moon in the dark night.

The black striped sweater wraps the thin figure, and the lines are ascetic and graceful.

That feeling came again.

Is it hate?
Fu Ji felt the rhythm of his heartbeat for the second time.

He stared at the face that was too pale and sickly, the red mole on the tip of the nose was like a stroke of cinnabar.

The eardrum seemed to be burst by the sound of the heartbeat, and his obvious and sexy Adam's apple was rolling.

Those seemingly sentimental peach blossom eyes were full of love, and who could know the filth and viciousness inside.

Sugar-coated poison is the worst.

My mind is full of weird and bizarre images.

The surrounding noises disappeared, and the faces of other people turned into distorted and shapeless monsters. They might be talking, speaking human language, but in Fu Ji's eyes.

None of them are human.

It's just a deformed monster speaking human language.

Only Yan Ran.

Pale, elegant, thin.

She is well disguised.

In the few seconds that Yan Ran looked at each other, his heartbeat was already over-speeding, his head roared at high speed, and his light-colored lips were tightly pressed.

No one knew that under that dull and handsome appearance was thick magma that was about to erupt.

He will turn Yan Ran into the kind of person he hates the most, a monster, an abandoned existence, just like him, dying in decay, despair, and resentment.

Fu Ji's eyes became hotter and sharper.

Yan Ran didn't seem to feel it. She took out the mints from her pocket, opened them, and stuffed them into her mouth. The refreshing taste shocked people.

Neither of them spoke. Yan Ran seemed to be hiding in a quiet place to rest. The atmosphere was inexplicably awkward, and Fu Ji didn't look away.

Yan Ran closed her eyes, as if she didn't feel the sight that was almost burning.

"Yan Ran."

The gentle and handsome man came over, his eyes rested on Yan Ran and Fu Ji imperceptibly.

Fu Yi drank some wine, his fair face flushed,

There was still a smell of paralyzing alcohol on his body, and he smiled at Yan Ran's pale and dignified face even under the ambiguous and charming light, "Why are you here all alone? I haven't seen you for so long, no Are you going to have a few more drinks with me?"

Yan Ran really didn't want to go, but she still wanted to maintain her personality. No matter what, she was the white moonlight in her heart. If she was too unfeeling, it would easily arouse suspicion.

The corners of Yan Ran's mouth were slightly curved, and when he picked up the wine glass, his fingers were slightly curved. The arc, from the joints to the flesh, was all delicate and white, slender and graceful.

Brighter than a reflective crystal cup.

"Busy, I will accompany you today."

Yan Ran stood up and came to Fu Yi's side.

It was the same every time he made a choice, and he still came to Fu Yi's side without any hesitation.

Yan Ran is like this, amorous, thin-boned, extreme contrast, like a poppy, people unconsciously approach, attract, indulge, and finally become addicted.

The red mole on the tip of the nose, on that pale face, is alluring.

She was intimate and comfortable with Fu Yi.

……laugh.

Fu Ji withdrew his gaze lightly.

Fu Yi brought Yan Ran to the center of the box and sat down.

She drank slowly, as if she was enjoying herself, and her every move was as elegant as a nobleman in the last century.

Fu Yi casually asked: "Why did you hide there suddenly? I've been looking for you everywhere."

Yan Ran didn't look at him, "It's clean over there."

　The words saved in the past few days have been emptied (crying into a fat man weighing 200 pounds)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)