Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

"May I have your name."

Wen Xiaoyun asked with gritted teeth.

Damn it, so damn damn.

He always plays tricks on others.

This is the first time I’ve been fooled. How can I swallow this?

Moreover, this shameless man touched him all over.

"Jiang Zhiyi, my name is Jiang Zhiyi."

Jiang Zhiyi continued to rub his head with his hands.

It seems like the dizziness hasn't gone away yet.

The whole person looks weak and helpless.

"Okay, I'll remember you."

Wen Xiaoyun said something harsh and prepared to leave.

"Xiao Yun, I understand..."

Wen Jinglan suddenly called out to Wen Xiaoyun who was about to leave.

Just now, when Wen Jinglan found Jiang Zhiyi in the corner, he wanted to call Jiang Zhiyi.

He had just taken a few steps when someone called him away.

Going to deal with some things.

When I was about to go to a more remote place to look for Jiang Zhiyi, I saw Jiang Zhiyi and Wen Xiaoyun here.

He just shouted with a smile.

"Do you know?"

Wen Jinglan asked his younger brother and Jiang Zhiyi with a smile.

Wen Xiaoyun shook his head, but looked at Jiang Zhiyi.

Humph, you're so tactless on our first meeting.

Even if I drink.

That's also a vixen.

Even the vixen didn't dare to touch him all over the body when they first met.

Wen Xiaoyun was now extremely disgusted with his own incompetence.

It was actually suppressed.

Since this person is so bold, why is he so pretentious?

Yes, he should have asked at the end: Is it nice to touch? Or does it feel good?

Breaking the calmness on Jiang Zhiyi's face.

He can't panic on his own.

It's only fair if we all work together, right?

"I know him." Jiang Zhiyi smiled and answered after Wen Xiaoyun shook his head.

But his eyes were fixed on Wen Xiaoyun without moving.

"Oh, when did you two meet?" Wen Jinglan asked.

The smile on his face was a little hard to maintain.

Because the look in Jiang Zhiyi's eyes when she looked at Wen Xiaoyun was not innocent.

This was the look he always used to look at him in his previous life.

Wen Xiaoyun glared at Jiang Zhiyi in frustration without saying a word.

Jiang Zhiyi chuckled:

"Just now, he said he wanted to buy me a drink, but I got angry at him.

So I hold a grudge.

Look, that look in his eyes seems to want to eat me."

Wen Xiaoyun was so angry.

Good guy, he said everything.

Without thinking, he blurted out: "You vixen and liar!"

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

"Xiao Yun, pay attention to your manners."

Wen Jinglan began to blame his younger brother.

But my heart is extremely bitter.

He understood best the look in Jiang Zhiyi's eyes when he looked at his younger brother.

is love!

And his younger brother's behavior clearly showed that Jiang Zhiyi was special to him.

Maybe he himself doesn't understand, but his brother sees it clearly.

Am I going to be a coward again? But I am so unwilling to do that.

"Brother, he's such a little liar."

Wen Xiaoyun pointed at Jiang Zhiyi and accused her.

"Oh, what did I lie to you about?"

Jiang Zhiyi asked with a smile.

His eyes scanned the place he had just touched.

There was pride in his words.

That cunning look seemed to be saying: If you have the guts, tell us what happened just now!

"You, you..." Wen Xiaoyun was so angry that he started stuttering for the first time in his life.

"Just now I saw you holding your head. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me rub it for you."

Restraining the bitterness in his heart, Wen Jinglan reached out to touch Jiang Zhiyi's temple.

Jiang Zhiyi dodged it:

"It's all right now."

The indifference and alienation in it suddenly appeared.

It was immediately clear how close he was to Wen Xiaoyun compared to his attitude just now.

"Sorry, I'm too busy.

I haven't been able to take care of you."

Wen Jinglan was not discouraged after being rejected.

He took a step closer to Jiang Zhiyi and leaned sideways to help Jiang Zhiyi straighten his collar.

Wen Jinglan's movements were quick and gentle.

He just stroked his collar.

It was also very unexpected.

Jiang Zhiyi was completely unprepared.

Moreover, Jiang Zhiyi was still leaning on the table, and Wen Jinglan did not get too close to Jiang Zhiyi.

His movements were undoubtedly abrupt.

It was so sudden that Jiang Zhiyi's eyes and brows were cold again.

"Xiao Yun, let me introduce you.

Jiang Zhiyi, this is my best friend whom I told you about this morning."

Wen Jinglan's seemingly unintentional introduction.

In fact, he was telling Wen Xiaoyun about the relationship between him and Jiang Zhiyi.

Wen Xiaoyun is not stupid either.

On the contrary he is very smart.

I immediately knew that this was the person my elder brother was thinking about.

I don't know why, but my mood immediately became extremely bad.

Reluctantly, he called out, "Hello, sister-in-law."

The proud head lowered like a child who did something wrong and didn't want to face the situation.

Feeling deflated.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhiyi distanced herself from Wen Jinglan.

Question: “Are you calling me?”

It was very strange. Wen Xiaoyun knew that Jiang Zhiyi was asking him.

He looked up and met those golden eyes: "Yeah."

"I'm not." Jiang Zhiyi sneered.

good very good.

Rushing to push him out.

"what?"

Wen Xiaoyun asked.

“I said you might have the wrong person.

I'm not your sister-in-law, and Wen Jinglan and I just met."

Wen Xiaoyun immediately revived and said in a relaxed tone that he himself did not even notice:

"You and my brother just met too? Tell me! Did you get to know my brother in the same way as before?"

Pretend to be fierce.

"How is that possible? I told you, I drank a little too much and my head was a little dizzy..."

Jiang Zhiyi's face showed an expression of being wronged.

But his eyes were full of smiles.

It seems the world hasn't turned stupid yet.

The two of them seemed to be immersed in their own world, talking happily to each other.

He didn't pay any attention to the change in Wen Jinglan's expression next to him.

Wen Jinglan's heart sank again and again.

He didn't expect to be rejected.

And I was rejected so decisively.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, was I acting too hastily?

Or, they have no fate at all?

But my heart really hurts so much.

The pain seemed to have traveled through decades, transferring from the thirty-nine-year-old Wen Jinglan to the nineteen-year-old him.

The pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

He staggered a few steps and had to lean on the table behind him to keep his balance.