Before the Male God Blackened

Pushing Feng Yue, warmly and silently followed behind Zhou Wenyao, who was walking in front of him, and occasionally passing by the window of the corridor, one could see that the sky was already dark blue at this time, and only the distant horizon could still be able to. See the faint golden red...

At this time, in the quiet corridor, only the crisp footsteps of the two could be heard, and the sound of Feng Yue's wheelchair rollers gently rolling across the wooden floor, plus the occasional sound of wind passing by.

The hearts of the three people rarely calmed down together.

But this kind of peace was completely broken after turning a corner together—

Warmly looked at the gorgeousness and flamboyance coming toward him, and opened his mouth slightly.

At this time, the huge living room of Feng's family has been arranged in another appearance, with extended tables and chairs, candles, flowers and tableware have been placed on top, two rows of neatly standing servants, dressed in matching costumes, and a band that is already ready. Almost as soon as the three of them appeared in the living room, they played soft music. Behind them, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows flew up and down with the night wind outside...

At least, everything looks good.

At this time, sitting with her back to them was a curly-haired woman wearing a dark purple leaky back dress. Almost when she heard the sound of music, she immediately turned her head and looked at them in surprise. It's a pity that Surprisingly, after seeing the warmth and Feng Yue behind Zhou Wenyao, he quickly froze on his face. Even the intimacy Wenyao was only turned twice in his mouth, and he couldn't say it completely.

After all, in her opinion, Feng Yue has already begun to recover at this time, and his current identity is still her fiance, in front of him, how could she...

With such entanglement, Fang Qingya's face was blue and white at this time, and it looked really weird.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a strange uneasiness in her heart. Even she herself didn't know what she was upset about...

Zhou Wenyao looked at Fang Qingya like this, and there was always a smile like nothing at the corner of his mouth, but there seemed to be some ridicule in the smile, but he didn't know who the ridicule was directed at.

He walked forward two steps slowly, smiling.

"Qingya, today you are celebrating your birthday. If only the two of us are too deserted, so I called Warmth and A Yue together. You shouldn't mind, right?"

warmth…

Fang Qingya's heart shook again.

But listening to Zhou Wenyao's words, facing Feng Yue, how could she say the word mind, just about to be generous, the next second she looked at the warmth coming out of the shadows, and looked at her body The skirt, Fang stood up gracefully.

This skirt...this skirt...

She remembered that she saw it in a magazine, that the mysterious French handmade custom family produced the most sought-after one this year. It was also the best birthday gift she had chosen to give herself this year. Zhou Wenyao hinted a few words, and now this skirt is actually worn on this woman, this kind of woman who is so poor that she wants to seal her house for work! She doesn't think she can afford such a brand, and even if Feng Yue recovers, he can't spend a penny under Zhou Wenyao's "care", so except for him...

Thinking of this, Fang Qingya's face slowly turned pale, and her hand on the table was also gently clenched.

What do you mean, what does this mean!

She really wanted to rush to Zhou Wenyao and ask him aloud, but her dignity and face would never allow her to do so under the full view of the crowd.

Fang Qingya, who was standing at the table with a particularly scary face, could even see that something was wrong with her warmth, but Zhou Wenyao seemed to have not seen anything, but turned around to lead Warm and Feng to step forward. The gentleman helped Warmth open the chair and watched her sit down. He also walked to the main seat and sat down slowly in the direction facing the door.

It seemed that at this time, he saw Fang Qingya who was still standing there, and said with a smile, "Qingya sit down, I didn't want me to pull a chair for you, huh..."

After teasing and talking, Zhou Wenyao smiled helplessly, and he was about to get up and walk towards Fang Qingya, apparently trying to help her pull a chair.

Upon seeing his posture, Qingya below uncontrollably looked at Feng Yue, who was aside, and saw his expressionless eyes. She waved her hand with a stiff smile, "No need, Miss Song is a guest... "

The implication is that she is the master and does not need to be.

Seeing Fang Qingya sitting down, Zhou Wenyao's smile faded, but Fang Qingya, who was still observing Feng Yue's expression, did not notice this.

It's warm and a little stupefied by their posture. Why do you always feel that the two of them have become unfamiliar? Not long ago, they had...

Forget it, it has nothing to do with her.

But when Feng Yue saw the two behave like this, he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth in his heart, and then lowered his eyes slightly.

Seeing that everyone was seated, Zhou Wenyao waved his hand and stopped the band on the side, and then his eyes signaled that the kitchen was ready to serve food, and the servant on the side began to skillfully pour the food to the four people present. Get red wine.

As soon as the pouring was over, Zhou Wenyao raised the cup and smiled, "Today is mainly Qingya’s birthday. I don’t like the excitement, and Qingya doesn’t like it too much. I didn’t call many people. Just prepare to celebrate at home. The four of us have never sat down and talked, got together, so we took this opportunity to drink together...Oh, sorry, it’s my problem, I forgot A Yue, you can’t drink wine like this. , It was my mistake, it seems that this glass of wine..."

Zhou Wenyao didn't finish his words, but the malicious expression in his eyes looking at Feng Yue with a smile was undisguised.

Hearing this, Fang Qingya almost subconsciously raised her head and looked towards Feng Yue, but she didn't want to just lift her head and saw the girl sitting next to him almost without even thinking about picking up the red wine glass in front of Feng Yue. Raising his head, he became suffocated in one breath, and then reached out his hand to pick up the cup in front of him, and suffocated again.

I don’t know if I drank too eagerly, or choked my throat. Just after drinking, the girl coughed violently. She coughed so that her face was red, but she wiped her lower lip firmly. After looking at Zhou Wenyao, he smiled brightly, "Feng Yue can't drink, I drink, he can't eat, I eat, it's all the same, right?"

Watching her slowly turn the empty red wine glass upside down, nothing dripped from it.

Fang Qingya was slightly startled, but Zhou Wenyao was staring at her, and suddenly laughed in a low voice. The more he laughed, the louder the voice, the more exaggerated the action, the more he laughed, and finally he even laughed out of tears.

Hearing his laughter, Fang Qingya turned her head with some worry and looked over, warm and frowning slightly.

It was not until Zhou Wenyao's laughter subsided that he slowly lowered the wine glass in his hand.

"Oh, it's really enviable, A Yue. I have always envied you before. You have a good family background, good looks, and a beautiful and generous fiancée. She went to the most famous university in China, and even went to school. The most dazzling existence in the crowd is always cold-faced, but there are still people who come forward and follow your cold **** with hot faces, and it has become a meeting of the school student union in the freshman year without any effort. Long, I know you have a fiancee, and the girls who confessed to you are also like leeks after autumn. After one crop after another, after graduation, others are still hitting walls everywhere, and they don’t know where the future lies. At that time, you started to enter your father’s company, started to manage a company of tens of thousands of people, and appeared on magazines and TV again and again..."

"It's so simple. You have come along this road and you have never had any pain. It will always go so smoothly. All the roads ahead will be paved for you. Even if it is not paved, it will be nothing more than The difficulty of running through a small puddle is so unfair compared to most people in this world."

"Obviously he worked so hard and he had suffered so much, but he had a drunk father, a mother who was abused every day and had no other choice but to cry. He didn't even know what it was like to eat every day. Although they look good, they will always be ridiculed by everyone because they wear the worst clothes and eat the worst in the class. They are ridiculed by their teachers because their parents can’t give gifts. Even the money for college is spent on summer vacation. Outside, following the men in the village on the construction site, he earned it brick by brick. He thought his life would change after going to university, but he didn’t. It was him who was ridiculed and looked down upon. He could only look up at that. The dazzling man is obviously better, but everyone will still vote for that cold man without hesitation..."

"It's really unfair! Do you mean it? A Yue..."

While speaking, Zhou Wenyao let out a sigh of relief, then with a smile, he got up and walked slowly to Feng Yue's side.

And Fang Qingya and the warmth on the side were already silent.

Obviously, Zhou Wenyao said "he" is himself.

He did suffer a lot, suffered a lot of sins, and was unwilling to do so, but...

This is not a reason for him to resent and hurt others.

Warmly looked at the empty red wine glass in front of him and thought.

At this time, Zhou Wenyao actually spoke again, "Look at you, even if you look like this, there will still be people who will never leave you. They have very high academic qualifications, but they are willing to come to Feng's house to be a caregiver. I am infatuated with you, to be honest, I am really envious..."

After speaking, Zhou Wenyao bypassed Feng Yue and came to the warm face, and the music rang out for an instant.

Zhou Wenyao bent over and stretched out his hand, "Beautiful Miss Song, do I have the honor to invite you to dance?"

Hearing this, it was not only warm and stunned, but Fang Qingya who was opposite her suddenly stood up in astonishment.

"Zhou Wenyao..."

She yelled out almost gaggedly.

But Zhou Wenyao looked at the warmth in front of him as if he hadn't seen her existence at all.

Warmth was ready to refuse almost without even thinking about it, but she hadn't said what she said.

Zhou Wenyao curled his mouth, "If Miss Song knew Qin Xuemei, I don't think you would refuse me..."

mom!

Warmth almost screamed, but his eyes widened quickly at this moment.

"Zhou Wenyao."

She also stood up and called out calmly.

"Miss Song?"

Zhou Wenyao stretched his hand forward again.

Upon seeing this, he warmly looked at Feng Yue, who was still sitting in the wheelchair and did not respond at all, then looked at the man in front of him, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the hand in front of him, making a sound for a moment. It got cold.

"Mr. Zhou, I don't know how to dance, so bear with me."

After speaking, he followed him to the open space on the side.

However, Feng Yue only felt the white gauze of the girl next to him flicker, and his eyes instantly became scarlet.

Fang Qingya cared too much about the two dancing together, and completely ignored Feng Yue's current abnormality.

At this time, Fang Qingya's heart had already been swept over by deep anxiety and panic. She didn't understand, really didn't understand. Isn't she the person Mingming Wenyao likes? Obviously the two of them were still in bed last night, didn't they? Why...why did he choose to save her face so much in front of so many people on such a day, and invite such a woman to dance so indifferently to her feelings? Why? Why?

Fang Qingya yelled in her heart, her hands were instantly squeezed, the nails she had just made were deeply embedded in the palms of her hands, and a deep red mark was imprinted, but she didn't notice anything, she kept looking in front of her. Two of them.

And the warmth over there said that they can't dance, it's not just talking, basically stepping on the other's foot when they catch the opportunity.

But Zhou Wenyao seemed to feel no pain at all. Every time he was stepped on, he didn't even change the smile on his face, so he kept jumping.

The song was about to end, but Zhou Wenyao immediately hugged her warm waist and pulled her who had been keeping a distance into his arms.

The reaction was not as warm and quickly opened his eyes, but the lips of the two of them had not touched yet.

"Zhou Wenyao!"

"Zhou Wenyao."

The two voices sounded one after another.

The first is cold and calm, with a **** and murderous air rushing toward you.

The second was anxious and panicked, accompanied by the sound of the wine glass being broken to the ground.

"Finally don't pretend?"

Zhou Wenyao turned his head slightly, his eyes became cold.

"Feng Yue."

With eyes facing each other, Feng Yue saw the other side's chilling posture, and suddenly he twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Didn't you, you knew it a long time ago?"

"Um?"