After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

Chapter 32
The second floor.

Wen Zhi followed Shang He into an elegant box.

The waiter didn't follow and went to Shang Jing's place to report.

"Why come to Jinping Duke's Mansion?" Shang Hexing sat down on the sofa.

Wen Zhi stood: "Come to see Shang Jing."

Shang Hexing raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Wen Zhi pursed his lips.

Shang Hexing: "It's not convenient to say?"

Wen Zhi nodded, it didn't matter, and it didn't matter if he didn't nod. He hesitated for a long time and answered him: "Madam asked Shang Jing to stay with me more and said he could play with me."

Shang Hexing narrowed his long eyes and stared at her for a moment. Then he raised his hand and tapped his fingertips beside him.

The obvious meaning is to let her sit.

But Wen Zhi didn't dare to sit down, because whenever he got close to him, scenes from his dreams would always appear in his mind.

His face was red and his ears were red, and he was ashamed and angry.

"Wen Zhi." Shang Hexing called her name: "Come here."

Wen Zhi felt uncomfortable: "Mr. Shang, I can just stand."

Now she can't even call her brother.

Little did he know that the more stubborn she became, the darker Shang Hexing's face became. Finally, he stood up directly and walked towards her with an imposing manner like a mountain and the sea.

Wen Zhi was frightened and took a step back. In an instant, Shang Hexing was standing in front of her.

He didn't move his hands or feet, he just stood in front of her, and the gap in stature gave her a sense of oppression.Wen Zhi was so nervous that he didn't even dare to take a breath. He blinked his almond-shaped eyes, innocent yet painful.

"Don't you have anything to say about what happened just now?" His face was cold and imposing.

Wen Zhi was startled: "Tell me, what did you say?"

Shang Hexing reminded her: "Normally I wouldn't even take a look at Xu Shaokun's class."

The implication is that it was because of her that he stopped.

He supported her.

Wen Zhi reacted quickly and said immediately: "Thank you, Mr. Shang." Shang Hexing looked down at her and asked, "Thank me for what? Thank me for meddling in other people's business?"

"No, no, no, it's not." Wen Zhi shook his head quickly, and then took a deep breath: "Thank you, Mr. Shang, for helping me out just now."

Shang Hexing stared at Wen Zhi for a few seconds, his eyes almost burning through her. When Wen Zhi couldn't hold it anymore, he finally turned around and sat back on the sofa, the pressure gradually subsided.

He stretched out his hand and tapped the position beside him, the same gesture as before.

This time Wen Zhi was no longer stubborn and obediently went to sit next to him.

Then, under Shang Hexing's waiting eyes, she explained the matter in detail: "After Song Yuxing found out about my situation, she was afraid that I would not have a good home in the future, so she took the initiative to introduce her cousin to me, that is, the Xu Xing just now. Vice President.”

Shang Hexing raised his hand, closed his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips to relieve fatigue, and asked her, "Are you attracted to it?"

Wen Zhi glanced at him secretly, saw that his eyes were closed, and said deliberately: "We can consider it."

Shang Hexing paused with his fingertips.

Her heart also tightened.

He didn't open his eyes, but used another hand to rub and continue to press his eyebrows. When he spoke again, his words were cold: "It seems that I was nosy just now..." It's over.

The last two words were halted by a touch on his head.

Shang Hexing slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Zhi is no longer beside him.

She didn't know when she got up, quietly walked around behind him, and gently placed her hands on both sides of his temples.

After all, he was not wary of her and didn't hear any movement.

Thinking of this, Shang Hexing had a helpless smile on his lips.

"Mr. Shang, I saw that you seemed very tired just now. Is this the right strength?" Wen Zhi didn't know how to massage, so he was trying to please him.

It was true that the pressure was not good, but Shang Hexing didn't mind it. Her fingertips were very soft, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

He closed his eyes and said, "You can focus more."

An indescribable atmosphere arose spontaneously at this moment.

(End of this chapter)