Forbidden love president, good evening

However, he declined politely.

The shock and loss of being rejected still remain in the hearts of the Becks. So she didn't take the initiative to talk about this relationship

Now, Beck was surprised that he proposed to meet.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Xiangyang made an assertion without authorization: "you just wait for me in the same place. See you in half an hour."

"Er... Wait a minute."

"Why?"

"Will you recognize me?"

"Well."

"I'm afraid I may not recognize you."

"Never mind. I wish I knew you."

When she closed the phone, Becker felt relieved - her head was heavy and her body was light, as if she was stepping on the cloud, so unreal.

She will see him in half an hour.

Standing on the side of the road, she looked at every passing car.

What will he become?

... as soon as she closed her eyes, the figure that would appear in her mind was suddenly shattered and disillusioned.

She thought that his appearance would be engraved in her mind all her life.

But after so many years, no matter how deep the memory is, it will be washed away by time. When she deliberately thinks about his appearance, there is only a blank outline left.

————————————Six young master's works of rose————————————

Night, open road——

With the roaring sound of cars, a flaming red BMW rushed up from the end of the road.

Huangfu Liufeng drove the car to the maximum speed and drove very fast, followed by two equally arrogant Mercedes Benz and Porsche.

In the co driver's seat of the three cars, there were enchanting beauties. They spread out their arms and stood in the extremely fast speed, blowing air and screaming: "ah --"

Causing pedestrians on the roadside to wait and see.

Soon, a few cars turned and drove into the busy stage of the city.

There are cars all around here. They can only crawl like snails.

Huangfu Liufeng bored to take out a cigarette in his mouth, next to the beauty immediately took out a lighter, personally lit for him: "wind young master, what activities will there be?"

"What activities do you want?"

"I'm hungry..."

"Shall I feed you?" Huangfu Liufeng gave an evil smile and looked around the street. His eyes fell on Tianyi hotel. He was about to drive to the underground parking lot, but his eyes inadvertently swept to a white shadow on the side of the road——

Beckman was standing on the side of the road with a silver Lincoln in front of her.

That Lincoln looks familiar. I think I've seen it somewhere.

Just as Huangfu Liufeng frowns and thinks, Becker gets on the bus and Lincoln drives away in the other direction.

At the peak of traffic jam, the road on Huangfu Liufeng's side was impassable, while the road on Lincoln's side was unobstructed.

Huangfu Liufeng's kindness disappeared because of this scene. He smashed his fist on the steering wheel, took out his mobile phone and pressed a number.

I have been calling for more than ten times, but no one answered.

Huangfu Liufeng is angry, but he has to drop his mobile phone, and is saved by the beauty around him in time. She tooted her lips and said, "master Feng, who has offended you? What's your sudden anger?"

"Stay away from me!"

Beautiful woman

Directly put the woman out of the car, he honked the horn furiously and glared at the direction of the Lincoln car: damned woman! How dare you get into another man's car and don't answer his phone!

Damn, damn, damn!

Think of that day he took the woman back to angry her, the result of Becker people do not cry, but let him eat turtle, angry quickly vomit blood!

……

The mobile phone keeps ringing in the bag. Becker didn't want to answer it. He wanted to wait for it to stop, but it didn't know how to keep ringing.

The man in front of the driver's seat turned to him and said, "why don't you pick up?"

There was only a small lamp in the car, and the dim yellow sprinkled on his face and a layer of halo on his honey skin.

The man's eyes are long and narrow, with deep socket, which has the smell of half breed.

Eyebrows naturally slightly wrinkled, with a hint of melancholy.

He's a fully mature man, even though he's very young, only 25 years old.

In his memory, Becker's deepest memory is his eyebrows. He seldom laughs or gets angry. Although the smile is quiet, he just frowns when he gets angry.

It seems that he was born with only one face, light, alienated, arrogant, and with a trace of sadness in his brow.

But for his melancholy temperament, the beckons would hardly have recognized him.

Although his outline and facial features can be seen from seven years ago, they are totally different from seven years ago, as if they were two different people.

If he had not recognized her, she would not have recognized him, even if they passed each other in the crowd.

Becker took out his cell phone, turned it off and laughed: "it's OK, it's not an important phone."

“……”

"You've changed a lot." She wanted to break the silence.

"Well, what's going on?"

"Well... To be more mature, more macho." It's also more heroic, more attractive to women, and more difficult for her to extricate herself.

As far as 19-year-old is concerned, he is a big fan of the community. His female surname is very good. Although he never takes the initiative to talk to girls, there are countless girls clinging to him and he can't get rid of them.

"You haven't changed at all." He looked at her one eye, although the corners of his mouth were hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Don't know why, once with his eyes, she will feel comfortable.

Do not open your eyes, quietly looking at the window, the colorful neon lights in the night beautiful flashing.

Lincoln turned into a fancy western restaurant.

The dinner that day was very quiet, and neither of them spoke much.

But Becker didn't feel embarrassed or depressed. She just didn't feel real——

Occasionally I look up at him. He really sits across from her and eats the same food as her. Feeling her eyes, he looked back at her.

As long as their eyes met, she would smile at him contentedly.

In the middle of the way, his phone kept ringing, some of them would answer, some of them would hang up.

It can be seen that he is really busy. His career should be booming and he has a lot of authority in the company. It seems that if he is not in the company for a moment, the whole company will not be able to operate normally.

"You're very busy. Why don't you go back to the company first?" Beck was embarrassed to take up his time. "Anyway, it's late. I can take a taxi later."

Xiang Yang put down his napkin: "I'll give it to you."

"No, I..."

"I'll see you off." He interrupted her, in an unquestionable tone.

As they walked out of the western restaurant, Becker breathed the humid air at night. She didn't understand why we met today? Just to meet and have a meal?

But it's really that simple, nothing happened.

Standing at the door of the restaurant waiting for Xiangyang to drive the car, the shoulder was patted, and a strange voice rang in Keren's ear: "Hello, miss, how can I get to XXX road?"

Keren looked up and saw two fashionable young men standing in front of her.

Before she could answer, a dark figure sprang across them, protecting the beckons behind them.

Xiangyang's height is at least 1.8 cm, and his body is strong. Standing in front of the two young people is like a big mountain: "stay away from her."

Low voice, not show anger, but enough shocking.

"What's the matter?" The two youths looked at each other and left for no reason.

Beck was protected behind her, and she found her hand was not known when it was in his. His palms were at least twice as wide as hers, and her slender wrists seemed to be easily broken in his hands.

"Be careful." He has a deep voice.

Beck nodded and whispered, "they're just asking for directions."

He didn't say anything. He turned to her and said, "get in the car."

He was so close to her that his voice was in her ear, which woke her from her dream. He seemed to forget to hold her hand, so naturally led her to the car.

I don't know whether it's hot or not. His hair is covered with sweat and half of his back is soaked.

The Becker hesitated, pulled out a packet of tissue from his bag, took out one and handed it to him: "wipe it?"

He didn't take it, he didn't speak.

"Wipe it. It's all sweat. It's uncomfortable." She held up the tissue, not knowing whether to put it down or hand it up.

He still didn't speak and turned the car around.

Becker pursed his lips and suddenly found a bead of sweat hanging on his eyelashes. It was about to fall and fall into his eyes.

Becker subconsciously reached for the tissue and put it close to him. It was stained with the sweat that was about to fall.

Just as she pulled her hand back, her wrist was suddenly grasped, and Xiangyang's other hand turned the steering wheel, pulled the car to the side of the road and "squeaked" to brake.

Beck's body habitually bumped forward, head heavy on the window.

She rubbed her head, sat up straight, and found that her wrist was still clenched, while Xiangyang was serious and looked straight ahead.