Crossing the line

Chapter 12 Football Team
After the dinner party.

Yun Yuwan couldn't find Wen Yangzhi anywhere.

Until I found him standing in the pavilion in the garden.

The night was quiet, and the night lights in the garden were cold in tone, covering him like a thin layer of snow. He looked like a god. Even the smooth folds of his silk shirt had the elegance of an oil painting, not to mention his outstanding appearance.

Yun Yuwan was very excited. If it weren't for his foot injury, he would probably jump and run to him.

However, even though she was injured, she broke through Wen Yangzhi's boundaries without any hindrance, walked in front of him, almost sticking to him, raised her head and said softly: "Brother, you were so handsome just now."

Wen Yangzhi lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at her, then looked away, too lazy to pay attention to her.

The smoke between his fingers rose into thin wisps in the air.

Yun Yuwan moved closer to him, pretending to be pitiful, and tried her best to seduce him: "Brother, my feet hurt so much, can you carry me up again?"

Her eyes were watery, weak and helpless, as if they were holding little hooks.

He finally paid attention to her, and his eyes moved indifferently to her ankles:
"It's okay if your leg is broken."

Yun Yuwan snorted slightly, she lowered her head, her long hair brushing against his chest unintentionally, and she muttered:
"Can you please stop smoking? Do you have a lot of troubles?"

A silky and slightly itchy touch flowed across Wen Yangzhi's chest, and his voice was cold and deep:

"You're in front of me, and it's annoying enough for me."

A slightly longer piece of cigarette ash fell to the ground, and outside the pavilion, the maple trees were swaying slightly, with the shadows of the leaves and the lights intertwined and lush. His sight was an elusive black mist.

However, Yun Yuwan, who should have been sad after hearing such words, raised her chin confidently instead, her deer eyes looking proud and cunning:
"You're tired of liking me but can't have me?"

Wen Yangzhi's hand holding the cigarette tightened slightly.

He said nothing, just stared at her.

For example, if she said something wrong, don't pay much attention to her, but make her realize that she said something wrong.

Yun Yuwan seemed not to understand his hidden meaning, and even pressed on, moving a little closer to him, and raised her voice as clear as a spring:

"Brother, do you like me very much?"

Wen Yangzhi's voice was calm: "That's about it."

She asked in confusion: "What can I do?"

He flicked the ash off his cigarette, and the pale light fell on the back of his slender fingers, like a jade flute, cold and distant: "I am not one of those men out there who can play with you."

She raised her chin and said confidently: "Yes, you are the man who can play with me at home."

Wen Yangzhi, who was already very irritable: "..."

He frowned.

Before she could speak again, she stretched her neck to look at him, asking for this and that in a perverse manner: "Brother, can I still go to Jinglou to play now?"

Wen Garden has four villas. In addition to the ones for permanent residence, entertainment and entertaining guests, there is also a quiet building.

It was built specifically for Wen Yangzhi and only Wen Yangzhi lived in it.

In addition to the room where he sleeps, he also has a study, a video room, a billiard room, and a gym. His particularly close friends also come to the quiet building.

In short, it belongs only to Wen Yangzhi's personal territory. Generally speaking, unless it is mentioned specifically, servants and family members will not go to Jinglou except for cleaning at specific times.

She is so grown up, but she speaks in a childish way.

He was a little impatient: "What are you playing?"

She really wanted to say, "Play with you."

But I still feel that Wen Yangzhi might be too shy, otherwise why would he not admit his feelings for her for so long.

She said softly, "I want to go into your study."

Wen Yangzhi said simply: "No."

Yun Yuwan's mouth drooped, and she muttered, "Why not? Do I have to cry like before before before I can get in?"

The evening breeze blew the flowers in the garden, the dew was cold and the night was deep, and he was also cold:
"These days are different."

She rightfully felt aggrieved and tugged at his sleeve and shook it: "What's the difference? You carried me there before, but now I can walk there by myself?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her, his pair of long and broad Fuxi eyes were noble and distant, his eyebrows were thick and upturned, his eyes were dark and deep, and the tails of his eyes were flat but sharp, like a long sword breaking through the wind.

Fuxi eyes are the eyes of a superior in physiognomy, so he must be in a high position. Moreover, he also has Fuxi bones, which are straight and clear, with a nose bridge and brow bones as high as a green mountain. The beautiful appearance of his brow bones brings a condescending and cold feeling, which is almost inevitable. Looking at her at this moment, the sense of distance caused by his nobleness is cold and thin:
"Do you think crying will help?"

She tugged at his sleeve and said angrily, "Then I'll cry here now and see if it helps."

He flicked the ash off his cigarette again, his brows turned pale, “Men don’t like to hear women crying outside.”

She looked up at him in dissatisfaction and asked, "How can crying be of any use?"

He said simply: "On the bed."

Her face suddenly turned red and she looked at him in disbelief.

Wen Yangzhi didn't make any unnecessary movements, and his expression remained cold, as if the words he just said were not his.

She was slow to react for a while before stammering, "What? Who would cry in bed..."

Wen Yangzhi half raised his eyelids: "It's just that you can't."

His face flickered in the night and the dim light, and she was stunned for a moment.

A faint sense of alienation emanated from his body, as if he was keeping strangers away. But at this moment, she really felt that there was a distance between them.

There were many things about him that she didn't know.

She couldn't help asking, "Have you had many girlfriends?"

He didn't take it seriously: "Is it important?"

Yun Yuwan tried his best to pretend that he didn't care: "Yeah, what era is it now? You are rich and handsome, you must have so many girlfriends that you can form a football team."

He took a puff of his cigarette and said in a lazy and casual tone: "Football team."

A football team has 11 players, and a rugby team has 15 players, which is more than the well-known football team.

Yun Yuwan was stagnant again.

She suddenly felt a little sad. Although she knew that Wen Yangzhi couldn't possibly have no ex-girlfriend given his conditions, she knew that he had been dating other people during the time she had known him.

She might kiss and hug him, but he had done that with others.

I feel inexplicably sad.

Her chest swelled with anger. “Then you’ll have to listen to your entire football team crying in their bed tonight.”

Seeing that she was angry, he became more patient: "A whole football team wants to thank you for praising my endurance."

She said frantically: "Of course, you are a football!"

Wen Yangzhi smiled rarely.

But why was he happy at this moment?

She collapsed and felt aggrieved: "Do you really have so many ex-girlfriends on the football team?"

Wen Yangzhi opened his mouth coldly: "In your opinion, do I have so much time to waste?"

She thought about it carefully. Since she met Wen Yangzhi, she seemed to have never seen him idle. He was either handling company affairs or studying.

Wen Yangzhi didn't explain much, put out his cigarette, and left the garden.

She suddenly realized.

Yes, Wen Yangzhi has no time for love.

She suddenly became happy alone in the pavilion.

He was obviously lying to her. He was a bachelor. He was single but he still lied to her.

She returned to the room and sent a message to Lin Chu.

Lin Chu took time out of his busy schedule to marvel, but unfortunately his focus was wrong:
"You could cry before, but now you are restricted to crying on the bed. Damn it, now the price for you to enter his study is too high. You even have to sell your body."

Chu Chu: "As expected, the acquisition of knowledge requires a difficult process, and it is very likely that you will have to sell your energy and dignity."

Yun Yuwan: “?”

"You damn human trafficker, I recognized you right away. You are not Lin Chu. Where did you take Lin Chu?"

(End of this chapter)