Chapter 686

It seems that this man is the one they are looking for. If fans find out that their idol is holding her, will she be broken into pieces?

Fang Yuan nervously pinched out a thin sweat from his palm.

And behind the miscellaneous footsteps, really stopped.

Fang Yuan's face is as red as a crayfish just coming out of the steamer.

I'm dying.

She won't be the first poor person in the world to go out for a walk and be killed by fans.

Just when she was still in a mess, suddenly, the man around her suddenly bent down his face and gently kissed her lips.

Thin lips, like a summer popsicle, cool, hook the heart, flustered to beat, like no direction flying fireflies.

Behind the girl issued a low exclamation, quickly covered his eyes, quickly walked past.

The disordered footstep gradually goes away, finally completely buried in the woods.

However, the two people holding together did not let go of each other.

In the dark night sky, the bright eyes like stars stare at the stunned eyes, and the smile on the face is more obvious.

Fang Yuan is like waking up from a dream. He shyly pushes away the man in front of him. The blush on his face is just as charming even in the night.

Mo Jincheng's eyes, like the gorgeous maple leaves in early autumn, smile at the girl in panic, suddenly feel this face, some familiar.

Round face, a pair of playful eyes, throw in the crowd, will not attract attention, but alone out, but people feel inexplicably comfortable.

Probably her body, not too much impetuous breath and sharp edges.

Standing quietly, revealing the elegance of sitting and watching the clouds rolling and listening to the flowers blooming and falling.

This is a rare temperament.

Fang Yuan is flustered by the man's attentive eyes. With her quiet eyes, she still has no way to see how big the man is. She can only see that he is really tall. His face is as white as porcelain jade against the background of the moon, with some cool light.

His coldness is not that of Mr. Wang, but it seems to be easy to get along with, but in fact with a faint sense of alienation. What he shows us is that everyone can walk into his heart, but in fact, no one can walk into his heart.

Fang Yuan's mind suddenly gave birth to a pity.

I don't know why, it's the first time to meet, but she seems to suddenly understand the sadness in his heart and the heavy pressure under his shadow.

Why?

She did not understand to raise the eyes, look at the pair of stars like bright evil eyes.

All of a sudden. In a daze.

These eyes seem to have been seen somewhere.

However, she could not say where she had seen it.

Mo Jincheng laughingly looked at the girl in front of him and said with a smile: "today's thing, thank you."

With that, he extended a powerful hand to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan looked down at his good-looking fingers, but he was a little absent-minded.

Very good looking fingers, five fingers slender, distinct joints, like a sculptor carefully carved works of art.

White and cold.

She raised her hand later, holding the warm hands, but did not hold the cold deep in her hands.

Mo Jincheng politely takes back his hand.

"Shall I take you back?"

His voice is restrained, polite, but also alienated.

Like all his moves.

Obviously, he seems to be an easy-to-see figure, but in his heart, he is a person who defends everyone.

People like this are tired to live.

Before he met his wife, he was also very tired, but at least he loved his wife Jiang and his father Jiang.

I hope the man in front of me has someone who loves him.

I don't know why, the word love, like a thorn, stuck in her heart, let her suddenly feel very much affected.

"No, goodbye."

Fang Yuan said in a low voice, turned and left.

She dare not do more.

Because his body, there is a very addictive atmosphere.

What the hell.

Fang Yuan hurried to Jiang's house, completely forgetting that he was forced to kiss.

And Mo Jincheng looks at the girl's back. Her slender fingers unconsciously brush her lips, as if there is still a sweet taste on it.

Lips, involuntarily up.

Today is an unexpected day.

……

Fang Yuan didn't go back to Jiang's house. Instead, he sat on a small chair outside Jiang's house for more than an hour, and finally calmed his heart.However, as soon as I think of that man and his evil eyes, my heart starts to thump.

It's the hell.

When she returned to Jiang's home, she found Zheng Xiurong and Xiaohui who had not yet gone to bed.

I don't know why, but suddenly I feel guilty.

So he asked them why they didn't go to bed so late. Unexpectedly, Xiaohui asked instead.

She took a deep breath with a guilty heart and said, "well, I'll go back to rest first..."

With that, he went to his room.

Zheng Xiurong and Xiaohui looked at her back. They almost turned around, shook their heads and said with a smile, "Fang Qing is about to get married. It's time for Fang Yuan to worry about her marriage."

"Yes." Xiaohui raises her head, smiles and tries her best to suppress the tears in her eyes. "It's best to find a mature man who knows the cold and the heat and knows how to hurt people."

Zheng Xiurong drinks a mouthful of water, and her worried eyes fall on Xiaohui. She wants to ask her and Yang Hong what's going on, but she finally holds back.

Young people's affairs should be left to them.

"Rest early." Zheng Xiurong put the cup on the table, patted Xiaohui on the shoulder and turned to go upstairs.

Xiaohui looks at Zheng Xiurong's disappearing figure. After a day's disguise, the mask is finally completely removed. She sits on the sofa, like a pillar without support, and falls heavily into the soft sofa.

In my mind, it's like a mess. I can't make it clear. I can't make it clear.

She stretched out her right hand, the ring lines have been light, that was thrown out of the ring, also like the wind scattered in general.

No more traces.

Now think about it, it's a waste.

The position of the temple suddenly dull pain, as if there is a needle in that position.

Pain, but can not solve.

Because it's an invisible thorn.

Even though she and Yang Hong have gone through so many things, they have long forgotten how to pull out this invisible thorn. They can't tell who is wrong and who is right.

Between them, will it really be like what fan wenran said?

Love but not love.

Eternal life, suffering.