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The scenery is beautiful, and Cheng Qingqian is immersed in his own music world, singing softly, very absorbed, and belatedly realizes that a shadow has fallen in front of him, looking up, he saw a picture that seemed strange and familiar in his memory s face.

The person in front of him was dressed in a straight suit, with a handsome face and deep eyes. He was completely different from when he was picked up before, and he was not the same as what he saw in the bar that day. , had to stand up a little awkwardly, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello."

When Fang Shikun heard Cheng Qingqian's greeting, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed a few times, but his face was still cold and solemn, and he held Cheng Qingqian's hand for a long time. He didn't speak, but just stared at him. Cheng Qingqian looked at it.

Cheng Qingqian was a little uncomfortable, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he never did. The two could only stare at each other blankly.

It seemed that he didn't expect Cheng Qingqian to be so strange and indifferent to him. Fang Shikun finally let go of Cheng Qingqian's hand. Cheng Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he felt that his momentum seemed to be completely overwhelmed in front of this person.

Well, Cheng Qingqian sighed, admitting that he was just a commoner, and he really didn't have much momentum. It's just that the former big oil bottle in front of him, the current elite, doesn't seem to be a simple role, and he still seems to stay away from it. Some are relatively safe.

"Agan, who is this?"

Wen Sijia on the side looked at the dark tide in Fang Shikun's eyes. She didn't know what was going on, but a woman's innate sixth sense told her that the other party seemed to be her enemy, because he looked at her very strangely. bad.

"Oh, Jiajia, this is—"

Cheng Qingqian realized later that he wanted to introduce, but he suddenly ran out of words. Well, after a long time, he didn't know the other party's name, so he couldn't just say "big oil bottle".

"Hi sir, do you know Agan?" Wen Sijia asked tentatively.

Fang Shikun looked at the girl next to Cheng Qingqian. Although she was not very beautiful, she was also gentle and pleasant. To others, standing beside Cheng Qingqian was pleasing to the eye, but to Fang Shikun, it was extremely dazzling .Return Ah Gan?I have never called him so intimately.

"Yes, my name is Fang Shikun. A-gan did me a big favor before."

Fang Shikun squinted his eyes, watched Wen Sijia secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to ask Agan who this person was, Cheng Qingqian suddenly grabbed Wen Sijia's hand: "It turned out to be Mr. Fang. I never knew your name, my name is Cheng Qingqian, and this is my girlfriend."

girlfriend?Fang Shikun and Wen Sijia looked at Cheng Qingqian together, the difference was that one had dark eyes and the other had bright eyes.

The gazes of the two were too intense, Cheng Qingqian had no choice but to hold on to himself, but his palms were sweating slightly, because Fang Shikun's eyes were so oppressive, he was almost ready to let go of Wen Sijia's hand, and went directly to Wen Sijia. Fang Shikun confessed.

In fact, Cheng Qingqian didn't know why he did this, maybe he was resisting something, and he couldn't tell, but he felt that he should stay away from the person in front of him, which seemed to be safer.

Fang Shikun stared fixedly at Cheng Qingqian for a long time, his cold and tense face suddenly relaxed and said with a smile: "Ah-gan, you don't have to be so polite, you are also my savior, I will treat you to dinner sometime when you are free."

Cheng Qingqian hesitated for a while, then nodded.The assistant at the side looked at the flash of swords and swords in his boss's eyes, and silently lit a piece of wax for this handsome young man.

But it's a pity that I didn't understand the boss's true thoughts and lit the wrong candle.

On the way back, Cheng Qingqian said to Wen Sijia with a guilty face: "Jiajia, I'm sorry, I used you as a shield just now. Of course, you are still free."

Wen Sijia was silent for a while, feeling a little angry at Cheng Qingqian's remarks, but still mustered up the courage to ask: "What if I take it seriously?"

"Huh?" Now it was Cheng Qingqian's turn to be dumbfounded.

Seeing Cheng Qingqian's appearance, Wen Sijia felt a little bitter. In fact, in her senior year of high school, when Cheng Qingqian transferred, she knew this person. One day, she thought the class was noisy, so she ran to the top floor to endorse, but saw him playing The back of the guitar.

A girl's heart always loves romance, and she can't restrain herself, so she has to fall.