Fall in love with kissing you

Even if there are no direct facts in front of us, if we analyze the interests, everyone will think in one direction.

But for Yan Siyuan

Thinking about this, Murong Feng pursed his lips, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and sighed slightly.

The elevator door in front of him slowly opened, Murong Feng put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked steadily, and stopped in front of Yan Siyuan's office door.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Murong Feng frowned slightly. After all, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." the calm and cool voice couldn't make a ripple as usual.

Murong Feng pushes the door and enters. Yan Siyuan is holding a cup of coffee and leaning against the soft and comfortable seat to review the documents. After discovering who the visitor is, Jun's face shows no surprise, but after glancing at Murong Feng's face, he gently puts the coffee in his hand aside.

"What's the matter?" Yan Siyuan picked a sword eyebrow, turned the seat slowly, put his hands on the armrest, and a pair of deep black eyes looked straight at Murong Feng.

After facing Yan Siyuan's eyes for a few seconds, Murong Feng took the lead in evacuating his sight. He was not in a hurry to take out the entertainment reporter's mobile phone and took a seat on the sofa not far away.

"The details of the person you asked me to check have been found." Murong Feng picked his eyebrows slightly and clasped his hands together gently, trying to make his tone sound more gentle.

Yan Siyuan pursed his thin lips slightly, and his slender ten fingers knocked on the handrail. His Qi field was still cold, but he motioned Murong Feng with his eyes to continue.

Murong Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned to himself and poured himself a glass of water. After suddenly pouring a mouthful, he continued to say, "he was very dishonest. He was beaten to tell the truth."

Speaking of this, Murong Feng paused slightly, glanced at the water cup in his hand, looked at Yan Siyuan, pursed his lips, and said: "he told me a lot, such as the popular star named Jason, who used to have an illegitimate son and is studying in the United States, and Lisa, the female star, who said Lisa had an affair with rich Liu..."

Murong Feng also wanted to narrate slowly. Yan Siyuan frowned fiercely, and his face gradually sank. The cold voice interrupted Murong Feng's eloquence: "say the point."

Murong Feng had to stop and reluctantly pull the corners of his mouth. After a few seconds of silence, his eyes glanced at Yan Siyuan, but his eyes only stayed on him for a second and hurried away. This cut to the point: "the entertainment reporter told me that Ning Yaner sent him to follow you and her."

Speaking of this, Murong Feng subconsciously observed Yan Siyuan's look. He saw that there was still no obvious emotion on his exquisite three-dimensional face, but there seemed to be some complex feelings in his eyes.

Murong Fengyang raised his eyebrows, raised his head, drank the cold water in the water cup, and explained the matter more clearly: "didn't there be some lace news about you and Ning Yaner some time ago? The entertainment reporter told me that Ning Yaner asked him to follow you when you sent her back to the hotel."

Murong Feng closed his lips and raised his eyes to Yan Siyuan. He didn't want to say all his words clearly.

Yan Siyuan could not find a change in his face, but the complex feelings in his black eyes were more obvious. He slightly restrained his eyes, stopped knocking on the handrail, remained silent for a moment, raised his arm, took coffee and drank gracefully.

When he put down the coffee cup again, he had returned to normal color, and even a pair of black eyes were calm and cool.

Aware of Yan Siyuan's reaction, Murong Feng frowned and put the water cup aside with some dissatisfaction. He simply stood up, walked quickly to Yan Siyuan and looked straight at him: "Si Yuan, I always think Ning Yaner is not a simple woman. You'd better pay more attention."

"Do you think what the entertainment reporter said must be true?" Yan Si quickly picked his sword eyebrow, turned the seat slightly for half an arc, and turned to Murong wind from the side. Even his voice suddenly decreased several temperatures.

"Do you still choose to believe Ning Yaner? I don't think the entertainment reporter is lying. Do he dare to lie to me after being beaten by me?" Murong Feng took a deep breath and tried to calm his mood, but his eyebrows were still wrinkled.

"How do you know that this matter is so simple? If there are more unknowns, we are blinded." Yan Siyuan accentuated his tone, his face was extremely gloomy, and his Qi field began to become particularly cold.

Murong Feng saw that his persuasion had no effect. He was a little angry. He suddenly turned his head to the side, gradually clenched his hands into fists, and slowly loosened them after a few seconds.

The surrounding air suddenly became silent, and the two people kept silent, but the atmosphere seemed to be cold and about to condense, which was quite breathless.

Murong Feng was worried about Yan Siyuan and wanted him to pay attention to Ning Yan'er. Unexpectedly, his reminder was taken as a whitewash of the truth. He always felt stuffy in his heart.

But in the end, he was afraid that Yan Siyuan's vision was unclear. He simply turned his head and leaned obliquely against his desk. Regardless of Yan Siyuan's attitude towards this matter, he took the lead in breaking the silence: "The fact is in front of you and me. It's obvious that the lace news has something to do with Ning Yaner. Why do you choose to turn a blind eye? Siyuan, it's not like the smart you."

The look in Yan Si's far eyes was a meal, and his eyes were cold, but he soon recovered his normal color. He raised his eyes coldly, and his slightly fierce eyes fell on Murong Feng's face. His magnetic mellow voice was cold and incomparable: "Ning Yan'er, what kind of person she is, I know much better than you. Don't use one thing to make one-sided comments."

"One sided delusion?" Murong Feng couldn't hold back any longer, and the tone of his words was immediately raised. He took out the entertainment reporter's mobile phone, pointed out the photos, and put them in front of Yan Siyuan, word by word. "This is the entertainment reporter's mobile phone. Should you recognize these photos?"

The angry mood was haunted at the bottom of his heart. Murong Feng put his hand in his trouser pocket, crossed his eyebrows, and put his mobile phone in front of Yan Siyuan with one hand: "I know that since you believe Ning Yaner so much, these photos must not be 100% authentic in your eyes."