The stuntman's acting skills exploded and Mr. Song capsized in the gutter.

Chu Yanyi accompanied Wen Zhizhi to talk to Wen's father and Wen's mother. Suddenly the phone rang, and it was Chi Yu's.

He said sorry to the two old men and went aside to answer the phone.

Chi Yu called him for nothing important, just to ask him about the banquet and whether he had stage fright after seeing his parents.

Chu Yanyi gave a concise and concise answer. In order not to worry Chi Yu, he didn't talk about the incident with Song Yanxi on the phone.

After ending the call, he left the banquet hall and went to the lotus pond outside. He put his hands on the railing and stared at the withered lotus leaves that had lost their vitality in the lotus pond.

"Chu Yanyi."

The familiar deep magnetic voice penetrated the eardrums. Chu Yanyi turned around, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Song Yanxi walking towards him. There was no unnecessary expression on his face: "Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

Facing his indifferent eyes, Song Yanxi was stunned.

Chu Yanyi's eyes were very beautiful, as bright as the twinkling stars in the night sky.

After being bullied severely by him in bed, his eyes were filled with tears and the ends of his eyes were red, which was particularly attractive.

But at this moment, there is no pretended affection in these beautiful passionate eyes, they are as calm as the calm water of the lotus pond, without any ripples.

Song Yanxi stared at these eyes, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.

These eyes were still as beautiful and charming as before, but when they looked at him, they looked so strange, so strange that they made him feel depressed and depressed, and his heart felt a slight sting.

The face that had been carefully carved by God showed an expression that was half-smiling, just like a poppy in full bloom, making people's hearts sway, but also carrying a fatal temptation.

There is no trace of the docile and well-behaved look in him that he used to have.

It turns out that this is what Chu Yanyi really looks like.

Song Yanxi's expression was gloomy, her eyes locked on his face for a moment: "What was the purpose of approaching me two years ago? Why did you fake your death and deliberately leave a suicide note to frame Xiao Lian three months ago?"

The dark brown pupils were like a bottomless abyss, and the sharp, knife-like gaze seemed to be able to pierce a person's body.

Chu Yanyi was startled for a moment, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, smoked a cigarette and lit it. He took a sip gracefully, and then slowly exhaled the smoke from his lips.

In the haze of smoke, his face seemed a bit inaccessible and distant.

"Of course I'm approaching you because you look good, so I want to sleep with you." Chu Yanyi said with a bright smile on his face: "Who would have thought that you are so talented and weak, your skills have not improved much in the past two years, you have been sleeping for a long time I had no interest in you anymore, so I had to fake my own death and get rid of you. As for leaving a suicide note intentionally, it was just to get back at you for treating me as Xiao Bailian's substitute."

The air circulating around him became stagnant as he spoke.

Song Yanxi's face became extremely ugly, and a shadow flashed across his glassy eyes: "Even if you don't tell me, I will find out."

Chu Yanyi looked at him coldly and shrugged indifferently: "Then go check it out."

Song Yanxi pressed her tongue against her back teeth, with obvious anger burning in her eyes: "Are you and Zhizhi really in a relationship?"

"Otherwise?" Chu Yanyi blinked lightly, and his thick and curled eyelashes were like butterflies flying, stirring people's heartstrings: "Are you asking this question because you don't believe it, or because you have some thoughts about me? Cousin ?”

The word "cousin" was deliberately prolonged, making it appear lingering and ironic.

Song Yanxi's face turned livid, and the manic depression in his chest began to surge, and his emotions gradually went off the rails: "You have been raped by me for two years, how can you still treat women?"

Chu Yanyi turned around and leaned against the railing. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a slight smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice: "Zhizhi and I are very harmonious in that regard, so I don't need to worry about it. Cousin If you don’t believe it, I don’t mind my cousin watching tonight.”

The anger in Song Yanxi's eyes burned more and more intensely, and an overwhelming sense of oppression came over him violently: "Chu Yanyi!" The voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Chu Yanyi raised his hand and took out his ears, raised his lips and raised a careless smile: "Mr. Song, don't shout so loudly, I'm not deaf, I can hear you."

The fire in Song Yanxi's eyes kept boiling and burning: "The eldest young master Weng Junze, who was just recognized by the Weng family not long ago, was also called Si Junze before. He said that you were his junior brother, and you were close lovers two years ago. You and What is the relationship between Weng Junze and Weng Junze?"

Chu Yanyi's face suddenly turned cold: "What relationship I have with Weng Junze has nothing to do with you."

After all calculations, Si Junze was missed as the eldest son of the Weng family who disappeared more than 20 years ago.

Otherwise, his fake death would not have been discovered so quickly.

If Si Junze was not the eldest young master of the Weng family, he would not dare to reveal anything in front of Song Yanxi.

"Is this your first time with me?"

"What if it is? What if it isn't?"

Chu Yanyi turned around and walked away, but Song Yanxi suddenly grabbed his hand, and her sharp-jointed fingers clasped his wrist like an iron hoop.

He stared at his caught hand, his eyes so heavy that he could shed water: "Mr. Song, what do you mean by this? No matter what our relationship was in the past, I am Zhizhi's boyfriend now. Mr. Song, please respect yourself!" "

Song Yanxi stared deeply at this familiar yet unfamiliar face: "Chu Yanyi, you have fooled me around and made me mistake you for two years..."

"You mistakenly think that I like you and love you to the core, right?" Chu Yanyi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked into his heavy eyes, and said in a mocking tone: "Mr. Song, in this colorful world, why bother?" really."

Song Yanxi fluttered his eyelashes slightly, and his voice was suddenly blocked in his throat. After a long time, he said hoarsely: "Break up with Zhizhi and come back to me."

Chu Yanyi sneered, looking at him lazily with dark eyes, a mocking smile in his eyes: "Sorry, Mr. Song, I don't lack vibrators now."

"Chu Yanyi!" Song Yanxi roared and yanked his hand.

Chu Yanyi staggered and fell into the man's arms unexpectedly. Through his suit, he could feel the man's well-defined abdominal muscles and the muscle lines on his arms.

"Let go!" His whole body suddenly exuded an aura that seemed to be made of ice, making people's breathing stop.

Song Yanxi locked him tightly in her arms, fearing that if he let go, the man would disappear.

Chu Yanyi's dark pupils were filled with a piercing chill. He raised his foot and stepped hard on Song Yanxi's foot. At the same time, he grabbed his wrist with his backhand and jerked away.

The entire action was done in one go, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Song Yanxi felt pain and had to let go.

After Chu Yanyi kept a certain distance from him, he said expressionlessly: "Mr. Song, I am your cousin's boyfriend, and I may be your cousin-in-law in the future. Please don't do anything disrespectful to your identity, Mr. Song." .”

"Chu Yanyi!" The blue meridians on the back of Song Yanxi's hands had swollen.

Chu Yanyi ignored him and walked straight into the banquet hall.

Wen Zhizhi walked over and took his hand in a natural and affectionate manner: "Where were you just now?"

Chu Yanyi thought of Song Yanxi's angry face and smiled: "Let's take a breath outside."

Song Yanxi, who followed in, breathed heavily when he saw this scene.

She obviously didn't love Chu Yanyi, but when she saw him holding Wen Zhizhi's arm, her heart ached uncomfortably, as if someone was sharpening her with a dull knife bit by bit.