Crossing Worlds Provocation

Wen Xian watched the news, and suddenly the corners of his eyes twitched: "..."

Somehow, through those words, Lu Xiao felt inexplicably as if he was in a bad mood...?

...

Late at night, the patter of rain hit the glass, and the whole city was under the rain curtain.

Of course, when Wen Xian was in the bathtub in the mansion, soaking in a hot bath.

She would never think of it--

At night, a man stood under the bus pavilion beside the plane tree outside the community, across a narrow street, looking at the towering residential area.

She lives in one of these mansions.

Right now, in the security room at the gate of the community.

The security guard frequently stared at the man at the bus booth opposite.

Just looking at the man who was under the bus kiosk with a flickering smoke between his fingers, and kept his eyes on the towering mansion.

Across the patter of rain, the figure of this man was indescribably lonely, Xiao Liang.

The security guard shook his head slightly, "This is the gap. Some people live in a mansion of hundreds of square meters overlooking the Bund in Shanghai, while some people have to be homeless and stand under the bus booth to avoid the rain."

The homeless man opposite him, lowered his head and smoked in silence for a while, his black sweater and hat brim covered the complexity of his eyes.

At this time, his phone seemed to shake again. He looked down and saw what she had sent:

[I have come to Shanghai, it is raining in Shanghai now, it is beautiful, as if the whole world is quiet, how about you? What's the weather there. ]

Lu Xiao stood under the bus pavilion, and the wet rain began to erode him bit by bit from the bottom of his feet.

A gust of wind blew, and the patter of rain was carried by the wind and patted him coldly.

He looked at the towering residence, at the bright and soft light.

When he lowered his head again, he replied with a few words: "Starry sky, sunny."

He was unremarkable, no one would notice him in the dust in the bustling world, just as she would never know that he came to Shanghai.

She was downstairs right now, looking at the lamp.

...

When Lu Xiao left again, he caught a glimpse of some paparazzi in the van near the community and looked away.

He can't do much, so he can't show up like this and cause her trouble.

However, when he got into a taxi, he remembered the message she had sent earlier.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, opened the mobile phone store, typed in the word Weibo, and started downloading.

Even though it is night, the entertainment public will never let go of such a big news as the goddess.

Especially regarding the relationship status.

After opening Weibo, he didn't need to search at all, and the first one rushed to the hot search, showing that the boiling Weibo came from her, Wen Xian.

Lu Xiao looked at the Weibo she posted, and his heart suddenly trembled.

"..."

**

The next day, in the evening.

A western restaurant on the Bund, Shanghai.

The lights in the elegant western restaurant are dim and ambiguous, a candle is lit on the table, and a delicate red rose is inserted in a porcelain white ampoule.

From this perspective, the beautiful night view of the Bund in Shanghai, one by one, can be seen.

The waiter went to help Huo Qi park the car, he drove the Ferrari today.

Huo Qi saw the tall man standing in front of the western restaurant, went up and patted him on the shoulder:

"Brother, this ex-boyfriend has never been married and still has a relationship with my girlfriend, but it's all up to you. I dare to do something to my girlfriend, help me cut him, cut him hard!"

The man was silent for a moment, and said coldly: "You don't need to say that."

Huo Qi: "......?"