[Whirlwind Girl] Wen Jun is like the past

"Director Gu..."

"Director Gu is indeed young and promising. If there is an opportunity, we must cooperate..."

"I don't know when Director Gu's new movie will start shooting. Our company will definitely invest heavily..."

There is a lot of voices, but he has always been kind.

That handsome figure slowly crossed the crowd, as if stepping on the thin night and the eternal moonlight.Wearing a wine red suit on him, it was like a glass of fine wine brewed by time, making him more and more intoxicating.

"Fang Tingyi." He stood one meter away from her, staring at her deeply, his thin lips parted, "I'm Gu Ruobai, please give me your guidance in the future."

While speaking, he knelt down to be at the same level as her, and stretched out his right hand to hold her, just like meeting her for the first time.

What game is he playing?

Looking at the five very beautiful fingers in front of her, Fang Tingyi's eyes were a little distracted.

Time passed by, she didn't stretch out her hand, and he didn't withdraw his hand.

In the end, she was the first to compromise.

The woman's light white hand touched his hand lightly, but was held tightly in the next second.

Gu Ruobai was as persistent and pious as if he had grasped the redemption. He heard his heart, which had been silent for five years, beating violently in his chest like a drum.

After five years of absence, we meet again, and it's hard to get over it.

Even though he suppressed it again and again, he couldn't satisfy his heart's longing for her.

Pulling back her hand with difficulty, she couldn't think of a reason, so she simply avoided the sharp edge, "Mr. Gu, I have something important to do, so I will excuse you first."

Since he wanted to pretend to have "amnesia", why would she not do it?

Seeing her walking towards the door alone, Gu Ruobai took a long leg and directly blocked her way, "It just so happens that I'm going too, I don't know if I have the honor to take a ride?"

"So, thank you Miss Fang." Without waiting for her to answer, he made his own conclusions, picked her up, and walked out without looking sideways.

The warm touch came through the fabric, Fang Tingyi's lips parted slightly, dumbfounded, "You—"

"Didn't Miss Fang have something important to do?" Looking down at her wide eyes, Gu Ruobai raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "You're welcome."

Who is polite to him?I haven't seen you for five years, and I'm getting more and more embarrassing.

Glaring at him secretly, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two got closer, "Mr. Gu is really considerate, there must be many beauties flocking to him."

Her tone was provocative, and her breath was like blue, "The most difficult thing to bear the favor of a beauty, Miss Qi Baicao is now famous, I wonder if Mr. Gu can bear it?"

While speaking, their figures had disappeared around the corner.

"Miss Fang is talking about other people's family affairs." Retorted lightly, Gu Ruobai directly lowered her head and covered her pair of beautiful lips, meticulously rolling over every inch, with a lazy rhythm, as if she was dancing to a song the blue Danube.

Unlike the angry kiss in London, this time the two are sober.

It was as if a tingling electric current spread from the intertwined lips to the heart, and the sound became louder and louder, echoing repeatedly in her blank mind.

Just a few breaths, but it seems that centuries have passed.

Gently biting the corner of her lips, Gu Ruobai calmly pulled away, with sparkling eyes, "This is my family business."

Seeing the faint complacency in his handsome eyebrows, Fang Tingyi, who had calmed down, sneered and said mockingly, "I am not related to Mr. Gu, so why talk about 'family affairs'? Mr. Gu is probably drunk."

After the words fell, there was silence for a while, the moonlight poured down on his side face like water, casting a lonely shadow.

He didn't move until the dark clouds covered the bright moon.

A black Landia Aeolus approached quietly. He bent down and put her on the back seat, but he didn't get in the car. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The white smoke slowly drifted away. He didn't smoke it, but let it burn out bit by bit.

Fang Tingyi's eyes fell on the pair of slender hands outside the car window, a cigarette was flickering on his knuckle fingertips, as if the relationship between the two of them had been cut off once, but still stubbornly left a thread connected.

He waited until the cigarette in his hand was burnt out before he turned around and got into the car, and sat in the driver's seat instead of Guan Hao who was driving.

"Where do you live? I'll take you back." His voice was cold and hoarse.

"No. 65, Tianyuan Road."

There was no words all the way, and the atmosphere seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

Her eyes fell on the rearview mirror from time to time, but her heart was far less calm than her appearance.

I haven't seen him for five years. He has lost weight, and his facial features have become more profound and mature. The eyes that used to be as calm as water but restrained and warm are now in the twelfth lunar month.

If it is said that Gu Ruobai used to be cold on the outside and hot on the inside, but now he is cold to the bone.

On the side of the empty street, the car stopped suddenly.

"Crack—bang—"

The sound of the car door opening and closing made her a little dazed, and the next moment, the icy cold wind mixed with the cool scent of ink on the man's body rushed towards her face.

She was pinned on the seat and couldn't move.

He buried her in the crook of her neck, holding her tightly.His breath was quick and suppressed, and it spilled on her chin through the neckline, causing a shudder.

"Fang Tingyi, I miss you very much."

In the enclosed space, his voice was as deep as the last strings of a cello, seductive and sinking.

The woman's body froze in vain, and she subconsciously closed her eyes to cover up the trace of inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

Gu Ruobai, what do you mean?

For a long time, so long that he thought she would not have any response.

"Gu Ruobai, I have a concert in ten days." Her tone was flat, unable to distinguish emotions, "Come on."

"it is good."

In the darkness, the corners of the man's mouth gradually curled up, and in an instant, he smiled like a spring mountain.

It seems that just a word from her, even if his heart is as cold as winter, can instantly melt a river of spring water.