Chapter 4

When ye Nanxian saw Shen mange from a distance, he trembled.

That figure, that walking posture is just like Shen mange!

He came over involuntarily and leaned up on purpose.

Song Tao is stunned. He has never seen Ye Nanxian contact any woman on his own initiative. Especially after his wife's accident five years ago, he has become like an iceberg. People can't help but retreat. It's the first time for him to take the initiative in the past.

He couldn't help looking at Shen mange more, and he was surprised by Shen mange.

That amazing face is perfect to the extreme, as if it was carved by an artist, not much more, not much less.

Ye Nanxian was also amazed.

But ye Nanxian soon recovered, frowned slightly, stepped back subconsciously, and said coldly, "watch when you walk."

Shen mange sneered in his heart.

Now this face is totally different from what it used to be.

She still remembers how the fire burned on her skin and how it hurt her heart. She also remembers the plastic surgery she had done after giving birth to her baby after nine months of suffering in order to keep her baby in her stomach.

Every midnight dream, she will wake up from the nightmare, tears wet pillow towel again and again. Now the culprit is in front of her. She can't help holding her hand. She wants to tear his face and dig out his heart. She wants to see what color his heart is. What's more, she wants to ask him, does he have a heart?

Shen man's singer has a lollipop that Shen zi'an hasn't finished eating. At the moment when ye Nanxian comes up with it, the lollipop also touches his suit.

She said with a smile, "sorry, I didn't see it just now. Your suit is dirty. Why don't I pay for one? Is there a phone? I'll buy it and have it delivered to you. "

Shen mange's voice is hoarse and low.

Ye Nanxian's eyes slip through a trace of disappointment.

It's not her!

Not only the face, not even the voice.

He still remembered that Shen mange's voice was as clear as a oriole, but although the woman was beautiful, her voice was a little low and hoarse. Maybe to others, this kind of voice is a little alluring, but to him, it's totally insensitive.

Ye Nanxian's face was cold again.

"No, it's just a suit."

With that, he took off his suit coat and threw it into the garbage can not far away in front of Shen mange. It was like throwing away a piece of disgusting garbage.

Shen mange's lips are slightly up.

In Ye Nanxian's eyes, she may be a woman who takes a fancy to him and wants to chat up with him.

Shen mange looks at his back with a sneer. I don't know what kind of expression he will have when he knows that he is the designer he is going to meet.

Ye Nanxian is inexplicably angry. As for what he is angry about, he doesn't know very well.

That woman is not Shen mange, but why is she so familiar to him?

No!

It's not her!

Shen mange would be very happy if he knew that he was leaning up on his own initiative. He knew Shen mange's feelings for him, but there was no emotion fluctuation in the woman's eyes just now.

Her eyes are like Shen mange!

Ye Nanxian stops suddenly, and Song Tao bumps into Ye Nanxian's back.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry."

Song Tao felt his sour nose and quickly stepped back two steps, only to find that ye Nanxian's eyes have been following Shen mange.

Shen mange and ye Nanxian go to the bathroom directly after a short contact. The step and the way they walk make ye Nanxian's eyes squint again.

"Mr. Ye, are you interested in that woman?"

Ye Nanxian stares at Song Tao, and Song Tao quickly closes his mouth.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Ye Nanxian doesn't know what's wrong. He turns around and goes to the bathroom quickly.

Song Tao seldom saw Ye Nanxian like this. Naturally, he didn't dare to follow him. He just waited outside.

Ye Nanxian went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, splashed a handful of water on his face, trying to wake up, but suddenly felt someone was pulling his clothes.

Ye Nanxian frowned slightly, turned his head and saw that a little boy about four or five years old was raising his head, and his right hand was dragging the hem of his clothes, as if he had something to say.

"Let go!"

Ye Nanxian's eyes are slightly cold, and his breath can make ordinary people retreat, but the little boy in front of him is not moved.

His eyes made him feel familiar.

"Uncle, can you do me a favor?"

Shen Zian looks at Ye Nanxian straightly, and the innocent and eager eyes make ye Nanxian feel soft suddenly.

"Where's your master?""My mommy can't get into the men's room!"

Shen Zian's face was a little shy with a small mouth.

Ye Nanxian looked at the small steamed bun that looked like a porcelain doll in front of him, and suddenly sighed and said, "what can I do for you?"

"The zipper of my pants is stuck, but I'm in a hurry. Uncle, can you help me open the zipper?"

Shen Zian's legs kept rubbing as he spoke, as if he was about to choke.