I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 228 His Bad, His Bad

In the deep blue night, the moon has already been obscured by thick clouds for most of its outline.

A dim light fell on Bian Jichen's shoulders, and because he was standing on the edge of the shadow, half of his body was warm and half cold.

At this time, a gust of wind blew up, blowing the black hair on his forehead.

The shattered hair that swayed gently in the wind soon stopped on his eyebrows and eyes, and the warm and deep eyes underneath were staring at her faintly under the warm yellow light.

He has been looking at her.

Jiang Chacha didn't know why she didn't evade at that time, just like that, staring at him with clear eyes.

Wen Huaizhi landed on the ground, stood firm, and held her steady.His hands wrapped around her thin back, and his fingers lightly rested on her snow-white shoulders.

He is a gentleman and elegant, holding a beautiful girl like a wounded lamb in his arms, resembling the delicate and romantic scenes in shojo manga where the author spends a lot of gorgeous pen and ink.

Wen Huaizhi soon noticed the gaze between them.

Bian Jichen didn't speak, and quickly cast his cold eyes on him.

Those eyes, with the naked meaning of sword confrontation, were so sharp that it seemed that the sound of hammering jade and gold was whistling in his ears.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses continued to smile.

He knew that Bian Jichen might like the girl in his arms, and he had no interest in their adolescent relationship at all, but he just wanted to provoke Bian Jichen all of a sudden.

It seems that their previous rumors are true.

Wen Huaizhi held Jiang Chacha in his arms, his eyes glowed charmingly, he smiled, and said slowly: "It turns out that someone has already come down the mountain to pick up the vice president."

Bian Jichen stood there calmly, and there was a breeze coming from him.Compared to Wen Huaizhi, who had a gloomy heart, he was the real Moon Goddess.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Huaizhi said to himself again, his eyes under the glasses squinted into beautiful arcs, "The vice president... accidentally fell down on the mountain, his knees were broken, and his feet were sprained. "

When he spoke, his eyelids were lowered, and he looked at her with a kind of pity almost pitifully.

As if he was so noble and holy.

"The vice president begged me on the mountain..." Wen Huaizhi raised his eyes to the calm and speechless Bian Jichen when he said this.

what is he doing

Jiang Chacha felt that Bian Jichen looked at her very strangely just now, maybe he was angry or not, but it revealed a coldness, and this coldness was different from his usual one, it seemed to be colder.

She no longer dared to look directly at Bian Jichen.

She didn't know what kind of mentality to look away.

However, now she heard Wen Huaizhi say such words like crazy again.

What the hell is he doing?

She lay in his arms, enduring the pain in her ankle, and stared at him.

Wen Huaizhi completely ignored her burning eyes.

"So, I kindly hugged her down."

In a panic, Jiang Chacha secretly pinched the muscles on his waist with her hands.

Seeing that he was unmoved, his face was still calm and breezy.

She gritted her teeth and pinched tightly, and pinched harder.

Like a way of warning him.

Letting her hands play tricks on his waist through the fabric, he didn't even frown, still maintaining his elegance.

Wen Huaizhi pursed his lips, but his gentle voice was full of cruel jokes, "If I had known that Bian was waiting for the vice president here, then I would not have come down with the vice president in my arms, but came to inform Bian classmate."

What is he doing? ? ?
Did he take the wrong medicine tonight?

Why are you saying these things? ? ?
It doesn't do him any good to say that!

He and Bian Jichen didn't have any conflicts, did he get kicked in the head by a donkey today?
If you don't want your brain, you can donate it to someone else.

Wen Huaizhi was still standing under the street lamp, smiling.He could feel that after she finished saying this, the woman in her arms was like a frightened deer, and her hand on his waist tightened involuntarily.

She buried her head on his chest, as if to vent her grievance, her slender fingers brought some strength, and grabbed his shirt out of twisted folds.

Anyone can hear the provocation in Wen Huaizhi's words.

Wen Huaizhi's badness and his viciousness are to the extent that people grit their teeth with hatred but they have no way to deal with him.

He is a smiling tiger, he is gentle and gentle when targeting you, and speaks the most cruel and vicious words in the gentlest voice.

You can't be angry, and you can't be angry.

So Wen Huaizhi's badness is down to the bone, rotten.

Bian Jichen remained unmoved.

The expression on his face was indifferent, he was like a cloud of cold fog on the top of a mountain, his eyes were as cold as if he had no emotions or desires.

He put down the flashlight in his hand, and then unbuttoned the cufflinks of the hollowed-out gear. He folded his fingers slowly, and gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his capable and thin wrists.

His elegance is not as gorgeous as Wen Huaizhi's.

He is introverted, indifferent and reserved with aloofness.It may be that the aristocratic life in England brought up his low-key and noble temperament.

His elegance has long been infiltrated in his bones, and he will not show off to the world gorgeously. Whenever you look over inadvertently, you will find that his movements have already been moistened with elegance, and therefore And moved.

He is like a bottle of perfume that is sprayed on the wrist and under the ears. The smell is neither strong nor light, but the essence is volatilized by body temperature. When you need it, it will emit the cold scent of vanilla root.

Wen Huaizhi watched his movements and raised his eyebrows.

Ginger Chacha felt a little hard to breathe again.

She is most afraid of such an occasion... most afraid of...

After Bian Jichen folded his sleeves, he walked towards him.

Under the dim streetlight, the white shirt on his body glowed dimly like a god descending, like a dream.

Wen Huaizhi still had a gentle smile on his face.

He wanted to see what Bian Jichen was going to do.

Are you angry?
Want to fight him?

Or did he, who pretended to be noble, start to get angry from embarrassment?
Is it finally about to reveal the most real and ugly side?
Wen Huaizhi pursed his lips, his face was mostly covered by shadows, his lips curled up in a strange and cruel arc.

He just stood here gracefully, watching how this noble young man who was usually aloof and indifferent and disdainful of communication broke through his defenses.

However, Bian Jichen did not become what he imagined.

He walked in front of him indifferently, his pupils seemed to be so cold that they were transparent when looking at people, but when looking at people, they didn't fall into reality and had no warmth.

He was so calm that he was not human.

He moved his eyelids and looked at him.

"I did come to pick her up."

He said with a dull and distant face.

"Then please, President, return her to me."

(End of this chapter)