Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 171 Are You In Love With Me?
two months later.

As the beginning of April approached, the weather started to turn warmer.

This year's summer in Beicheng seems to have come very early.

Occasionally, the chirping of cicadas can be heard from the treetops.

After three full months, Song Xiaolin finally finished filming the film directed by Li Kemu.

In the evening, there is a wrap-up banquet, which is held in Yulong Pavilion.

Originally, she didn't want to go because the proprietress of Yulong Pavilion was Su Lingling.

She is always brooding.

But then I thought about it again, it has been five years, the hourglass of the years has flowed out, everything is changed in the bustling scene, but the sun and the moon change as usual, the seasons still rotate, the clouds and smoke of the past are blown away by the wind, Seize the day and night, so why should you care about the so-called winning or losing in the past.

So, she readily went.

But before departure, Ji Yu said that the weather forecast warned that it would rain tonight. Considering that it was still a cold spring season, she put on an extra velvet jacket.

Not long after, they arrived at Yulong Pavilion.

In the box, many people have already come.

After a while of greetings, Song Xiaolin sat down in a corner.

It's next to the window.

The sky is dark outside the window, but in the hazy white mist, you can vaguely see the bright neon lights along the street not far away, and you can hear the wind in your ears, and it is rare to have a short period of tranquility.

After the food was served, the room gradually filled with smoke. Just after eating for a while, she felt that the room was really stuffy, so she got up and wanted to go outside the corridor to enjoy the cool breeze.

After gently closing the doorknob, Song Xiaolin walked aimlessly in the corridor alone.

Occasionally passing a few waiters, the road is clean.

Unknowingly, it came to an end.

There is no way ahead.

Just as she was about to lift her feet to walk back, there was a slight sound from the stairwell.

mouse?

This was her first thought.

But after knowing it, I couldn't help laughing.

How could there be such a thing as a mouse in the majestic Yulong Pavilion?
But if it's not a mouse, what is it...

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

But with the primitive curiosity of human beings, Song Xiaolin couldn't control so much anymore. She couldn't help but slowly approached a few steps forward, stepping on the soles of each step very lightly, and looked up the stairs carefully and cautiously.

Not bright, not dim light.

In her eyes, two entangled figures faintly reflected.

The man faced her, unable to see his face clearly, bowed his head and kissed the woman in his arms passionately.

Occasionally, there was a deep and nostalgic panting sound.

It is intertwined with the quiet atmosphere and composes the most beautiful things.

This scene is simply more embarrassing than the plot of the movie.

And Song Xiaolin, who ran into such a scene without warning, was obviously a little flustered. In addition to embarrassment, she just wanted to pretend that she didn't see anything and then sneaked away, but it was too late...

The next second, the man suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her, unable to avoid it.

He has a pair of sentimental peach blossom eyes, narrow and long, filled with mercury, thick eyelashes, hanging down slightly, like a curtain, half a smile, only half of his face is exposed, the other half is hidden from the light, dim And deep.

She froze for a moment.

Si Zhengchen?
Those eyebrows are almost 90.00% similar.

But if you look closely...it doesn't look like it at all.

Si Zhengchen is a sunny and handsome boy.

And the man in front of him was clearly depraved and vicious.

What's more, he was still in France, so how could he suddenly appear in Yulong Pavilion?

This doesn't make sense at all.

Immediately, Song Xiaolin spread his legs and ran away in a hurry.

Coincidentally, the woman who had been turning her back to the light tilted her head as if she had a premonition, and saw a touch of white skirt quickly disappearing at the corner of the stairs.

"Si Zhengting, is this your bad taste?"

Su Lingling took a step back, and brushed off the smell of his men's perfume on her body tiredly. Although her eyes were silky, there was an indifference emanating from her bones: "After so many years, you still refuse Let me go? Have you not gotten tired of this game yet?"

Compared to her more intense resistance, Si Zhengting's expression was so calm that there were no waves, like a pool of stagnant water, but under the cold and indifferent appearance, his heart was like a raging sea tide that swallowed the ship. He loved it to death She looked so angry.

Then, he gently raised her chin with his fingertips provocatively, and said casually, "Don't forget, in this game, I am the god who dominates everything, as long as I don't The day you get tired, you'll be mine forever."

"……madman."

Su Lingling looked away, perhaps unwillingly, and gave a low laugh. There were thousands of amorous feelings hidden in her rolling eyes, and she looked directly into his dark eyes boldly and calmly, with a relentless and charming tone, He mocked lightly: "Si Zhengting, don't you fall in love with me?"

Hearing this, his eyes really sank a little.

After about a few seconds, Si Zhengting let go of his hand. He straightened his slightly messy bow tie with his slender fingertips. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it. Sweeping down a shallow shadow, facing the light, falling into thinking, the faint flames flickering in the not so dark floor, sometimes far away, sometimes very close, it seems that I can't catch it live.

"Look." After a long time, he said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Does it look like the distance between us?"

She glanced at the fire light indifferently. The light was dim in the wind. Sometimes it was about to go out, and sometimes it burned brightly again, but the only thing that was clear was that the smell of kerosene from the lighter in her nose was getting stronger and stronger. .

The corners of Su Lingling's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc: "What distance? Do we have a distance?"

He smiled disapprovingly, "Tell me, do people feel burning when leaning against the bonfire?"

She withdrew her gaze, a little tired, too lazy to answer, and prevaricated with a casual sentence: "Maybe...you can try it."

After speaking, she lifted her high heels and went down the stairs.

Si Zhengting was left alone.

The light of the lighter was still flickering brightly and dimly.

But suddenly a gust of wind came and blew it out.

The stairwell suddenly plunged into the original darkness, and he also merged with the night once again.

~

Before the wrap-up banquet was over, Song Xiaolin left early.

At that time, it was raining heavily.

The rain can be described as pouring.

I have to say that the weather forecast is quite accurate.

But when I recalled it, there were some days when the North City hadn't really rained, and tonight it seemed to make up for it together with the past.

The ground was wet, and Ji Yu escorted her into the car with an umbrella.

However, the distance to get on the bus was only half a meter, and the skirt was wet.

"It's raining so hard."

Ji Yu sighed, while putting away the umbrella, water dripped on the blanket along the handle, and there was a cold whizzing breath in the car.

(End of this chapter)