Only then did Nanchen recover, unbutton his seat belt and get out of the car.

Just as I was about to enter the courtyard, a tall figure happened to come out.

A short black windbreaker outlined his figure in a clear outline.

And those pair of phoenix eyes, which looked like a winter night, were also looking straight at her.

Nanchen was angry for a second and pushed Ruzi'an, "You go in first."

Ru Zi'an looked at her face as if her enemies were narrow, and then looked at the man, a little confused, and walked sideways into the villa.

When he saw those unimaginable eyes again, Sikongyan was sure that he would not be wrong.

This strange girl does have an inexplicable hatred for him.

The two were so close that Sikongyan looked down at her, "Why are you mad at me?"

"Who is mad at you!" Nan Chen sneered, raised his face to meet his gaze, his eyes full of fire.

Sikong Yan silently, his eyes moved away from her face, as if he was recalling something.

Nanchen also left the beginning, and the atmosphere between the two was tense, and after a while.

"You're fierce."

...

Is there something wrong with this person's mind? Nan Chen rolled his eyes contemptuously, "Just you? I deserve to be fierce."

The man looked at her.

The girl is very thin and white, with a few small freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes are as clear as the stars and the sea.

"You have a grudge against me?"

Sikong Yan asked, his expression still cold, but he was very serious.

"Hmph, you are not worthy of having a bond with your aunt." Nanchen stepped forward and raised his chin. "You are just cheating on the innocent little girl, are you energetic?"

Sikongyan's eyes looked away again, as if he was thinking about something. After a while:

"You recognized the wrong person."

"Stop talking about the genlin here! Are you not called Sikongyan, the heir of Huanyu Group, the president of Haizhou, I love Zero at the rear of the car."

Sikongyan blinked, tilted his head slightly, correcting that "It's 520."

"It's all the same!" The brainless... Just as she was about to get into the topic, Sikongyan's cell phone rang, he gestured to Nanchen and walked away to answer the phone.

"Xiaochen! Come in quickly, what are you doing?" My friend stuck his head out to summon her. She made a scattering sound. After waiting for a while, seeing Sikongyan was still talking on the phone, she turned around and entered the room angrily.

The spacious living room was filled with joy. Nanchen greeted several people while looking outside.

Ruzian also looked along her gaze, then smiled secretly, "Stop looking, you can't get this man."

"Who wants to get him!" Nanchen continued to stare out the window.

Sikongyan hung up the phone, glanced at the place just now, and then got in the car and left.

As the target evacuated, Nanchen also withdrew his gaze, but he was still in a state of ease. He lit a cigarette and asked, "Where is Su Yu?"

"There is melancholy upstairs." Ruzian sighed and shook her head, "It is the most painful to love but not to get it."

"He's in love? When did it happen?"

"It's been several years, a secret love." Ruzi'an paused and lowered his voice, "The person he secretly loves is him."

"who?"

"The person you are staring at."

"What!" Nanchen jumped up, "Is Sikongyan a homosexual?!"

"Why are you so excited? You really like him. He probably isn't. Anyway, according to Su Yu, he seems to have no feelings for men, but strangely, he is not interested in women either."

Bah! Nanchen cursed secretly. Could it be that this guy is a double sword? Zhou Xuan once told her shyly how Sikongyan loved her so much that the two of them had kissed each other and even went to bed.

"Since he doesn't like Su Yu, he's still here to do it." Nan Chen was not angry.

"It was Su Yu who insisted on meeting him, who could tell me this kind of thing?" Ru Zi'an looked like he saw through the world. "Our Master Su was almost kneeling down to someone else, so he came reluctantly, gave him a cake, and left in a hurry. By the way, do you know Sikongyan?"

"I don't know." Nan Chen pressed the cigarette and pursed the corners of his mouth tightly.

Outside the window, the Lingjiang River flows into the distance under the moonlight.

Two shadows appeared on the glass, sitting opposite each other.

"Try this, I heard it tastes okay." Wu Yi opened another bottle of valuable Botus red wine, poured it into a goblet, and pushed it to the man opposite him.

This is the third bottle tonight.

Sikongyan still looked down at the city under the night sky, and thousands of lights reflected in the dark eyes.

"Still thinking about...that person?"

Sikongyan didn't say anything, and his pupils shrank slightly. Then he reached out and picked up the wine glass, shook it gently, and took a big mouthful like drinking beer.

On his tail finger, the Ferris wheel-shaped ring reflected a few starlights.

"Forget what should be forgotten. The unforgettable heart is like expired news, and it has no meaning. There are countless luxury houses, luxury cars, and beauties waiting for us in this world."

Si Yan's eyes fell to him, a little cold.

The next moment, I looked outside again.

Wu Yi didn't say anything further, that person had become a taboo. But he knew that Sikongyan had always been unable to let go.

Unlike Sikongyan's coldness, Wu Yi is a wolf-like businessman. In his eyes, the world is just profit. He is a venture capitalist, and his decisive and ruthless moves, which has caused many competitors to suffer.

But these two people with completely opposite personalities became friends.

"Drink less, and the red wine will be better." Wu Yi looked at Sikongyan who had drunk half a bottle of red wine quietly, and sighed in his heart, "I accidentally found this today, and I will send you a look." As he said that, he forwarded him a link.

Sikongyan was already a little drunk, and a wet light flashed in his eyes.

He slides the screen and clicks it, and the title is the feast of avant-garde art, and there is a mountain waiting for you.

His fingertips slid up, and pictures passed by his eyes suddenly. Suddenly, his eyes condensed.

It was an oil painting with an extremely gloomy style, with bloody sun scorching a withered sunflower. A traditional cloud character is written in the lower right corner.

There are many people named Yun, but with this style, it is difficult to find a second person.

Sikongyan put down his cell phone and subconsciously turned the tail ring.

What is the boundary between hatred and love?

Or...they are equivalent.

"I'll leave first." Sikongyan stood up, shook his body gently, and the light cage in front of him was hazy.

"Are you okay?"

Sikongyan shook his head and left as Wu Yi followed him all the way.

The winter nights in Qingcheng are very cold.

The bitter air poured into the lung cavity, and the originally dizzy head suddenly became much more awake.

The coldness plunged on his face, and he looked up at the night sky, and the tiny snowflakes were floating.

"It's snowing." Sikongyan murmured to himself, walking towards the mountain.

He didn't ask the driver to pick him up, he just wanted to be alone.

The tall back quickly submerged in neon lights, leaving two lines of footprints on the ground covered with clear snow.

Maybe it was too late, there were not many people in the exhibition hall, and it was a bit deserted.

The gloomy sunflower hangs in a conspicuous position, and he stood in front of the painting and looked at it for a long time.

Sikong Yun is his brother.

A person buried in his heart, unable to mention or touch.

He was actually just looking forward to an encounter of one in ten millions with a trace of luck.

However, the hopeful person did not appear. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, a shiny thing jumped into the corner of his eyes, Sikongyan stopped and then walked towards the light.

It was a huge moon, hanging in the air, shining with glory.

Under the moon is a Ferris wheel.

The Ferris wheel stands lonely in the snow and ice.

As if he was hit by something in an instant, Sikongyan was stunned.

Someone actually drew what was in his heart...

He walked forward unconsciously, stretched out his hand to touch the Ferris wheel, but found that it was actually an oil painting.

There is also a moon in the painting, but the designer has a clever idea and replaced the original position with the shaped moon.

Just as his fingertips touched the picture, a cold voice suddenly sounded:
To be continued...