He knew that Wen Haoqing had always been very patient, far better than him.

"Come out and meet." He smoked too much, his voice was hoarse, with a sandy texture: "I have something to say to you."

Wen Haoqing didn't ask anything. He just said something gentle and calmly, and then waited for Han Zhe to hang up the phone first. It was education and etiquette.

Han Zhe sneered, thinking that Wen Haoqing is quite capable of pretending. He has been carved into his bones for more than 20 years.

He never thought that the person born in the Wen family would be a gentle and elegant noble son who was indifferent to fame and fortune.

joke.

Who believes in this circle, do you ask?

Han Zhe said the address, then hung up the phone directly, stood by the roadside waiting for people to come. The night sky turned dark, the cold wind suddenly started to blow, and then it drizzled. The whole world was gray and there was no light.

Half an hour later,

He saw the young and tall figure on the corner of the street, blending into the darkness without losing his noble character.

The man held an umbrella, his eyebrows and eyes half covered, and came slowly, just like a gentle and clear gentleman from ancient times.

Han Zhe looked at Wen Haoqing with a expressionless face.

Wen Haoqing finally stopped in front of Han Zhe, a distance of one step.

An autumn rain and a cold, the moonlight disappeared into the darkness, the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the streets were deserted and quiet.

The two stood opposite each other, their temperaments were completely different, and they were born from two worlds.

a long time.

"When did it happen?"

Han Zhe spoke first, his eyes were cruel, and he was a little shocking cold. He had no expression on his face. His voice fell with the cold rain, wrapped in a cold coldness.

Han Zhe never thought that one day Wen Haoqing would be related to Song Bai.

Never.

The cold and crystal raindrops drizzled down along the black and cold eaves of the umbrella, and fell down and hit the ground, splashing out ripples. Wen Haoqing said gentle and calmly: "It's been a long time."

Han Zhe looked at the movie emperor opposite, and the shadow of the umbrella fell on him. Han Zhe smiled, his heart was empty, and the fire that had been pressing up from his heart. He was so tired of Wen Haoqing's ancient Jing Wubo's appearance.

Next second—

The bone umbrella suddenly dropped out of its hand and hit the ground hard, making a bang! Splashes splashed everywhere, and the puddles piled up in circles reflected the dark sky shattered inch by inch.

Han Zhe jumped out of his finger bones, grabbed Wen Haoqing's flat collar with one hand, pulled the person in front of him, and clenched his other hand into a fist, without any reason, and with a fierce force, he could almost hear the sharp sound of wind and slam it hard on Wen Haoqing's face!

Wen Haoqing was forced to lean forward. In the moment, the bone umbrella fell to the ground, and the rain fell on him. The coldness penetrated into the bone marrow and his clothes were wet. His left hand was hanging beside his side, his bones were clearly tied, and the ring reflected a white and cold color without moving, and he was punched.

The side face was so hot that it made people sucked in a cold air and even a little numb. Wen Haoqing lowered his eyes, and the shadow of his eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes. The cold rain slid down along the deep lines of his side face, and it was scattered into his collar without temperature. He looked indifferent, stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, and his mouth was filled with the smell of bloody rust.

The punch was very fierce, and it used almost ten percent of the force, without any restraint. It fell on the warm and delicate skin without any restraint. It soon became purple and purple, and the corners of the lips were broken, and blood slid down the clear jawline, giving it a fragile and broken beauty.

The sky was gloomy and the rain was falling. The street grew to an end, and only the two of them stood at this time.

Han Zhe grabbed Wen Haoqing's collar with one hand, and his other hand was still in the air. His eyes were cold and cruel, as if he had been soaking in a cold pond for a long time. Looking at the movie emperor's motionless look, his eyes fell on Wen Haoqing's purple side face.

Han Zhe was angry, but he didn't expect Wen Haoqing to stand there and let him beat him motionlessly.

"What do you mean?" He sneered, sarcastic and disdainful.

Wen Haoqing let his movements lick the blood at the corner of his lips. After hearing this, he raised his eyes. The peach blossom eyes were gentle. In the depths of the quiet water, raindrops fell on his eyelashes, rolled down and rubbed across the corners of his eyes, like a tear mole.

"Have you got angry enough?" The actor looked calm from beginning to end, treating people with elegance and well-dressed clothes. Even if he was standing in the cold rain, his clothes were wet and blood clotted at the corners of his lips, he didn't look embarrassed at all. He said, slowly pushing away Han Zhe's hand holding his collar, calmly tidying up the messy collar. The wrinkles on the snow-white were smoothed, covering the cold white collarbone.

This painless attitude made Han Zhe feel like he had a punch on the cotton.

His fingers hanging beside him clenched and loosened, and he repeated, his knuckles turned white, and he said sternly: "I ask you what you mean!"

"I suggest you calm down first." The night rain and autumn wind, the streets were dim, there was no moonlight or shadow. Wen Haoqing bent his fingers and flicked the rain on his sleeve, with a gentle and elegant attitude.

The more this happened, the more Han Zhe felt the unforgettable sarcasm. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down. After quieting for a while, he didn't know what kind of mood he asked this sentence: "Do you know the relationship between me and Song Bai in the past?"

Wen Haoqing stood tall and looked at him calmly.

"She once tried every means to climb onto my bed. I picked her up. Don't you think the word "Finisher" is ironic?" Han Zhe narrowed his eyes half-slimmed, leaned back, leaning against the car door, with an unclear expression. Under his lazy appearance and chatting and laughing, the words he spoke word by word were like sharp blades, and the master said casually: "We have done everything you did with her, dates, kisses, and even sex."

The sound of rain was so good, and Wen Haoqing had no expression, "So what."

"Don't you really mind, Wen Haoqing." Han Zhe lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette. Because it was raining, he didn't light it several times. He pressed the lighter impatiently, making a crackling sound, and a sarcastic tone: "We have known each other for more than 20 years, don't pretend to me. What kind of person are you, others don't know, I know."

"How do you accept such a person who is as obsessed with cleanliness as you do?" The point of his fingertips was obviously destroyed. Han Zhe looked at the actor deeply and smiled, a little bit of a naughty evil nature: "When you called her a financial boss, you thought that she had called someone else a financial boss."

In fact, Han Zhe and Song Bai had nothing happened before, but he just wanted to stab Wen Haoqing with words. The more cruel he spoke, the more he felt. It would be best to see Wen Haoqing lose his calm demeanor and fall from the altar into the mud.

However, sometimes it is difficult to take off the mask after staying for a long time.

"That can only be the past." Wen Haoqing stood in the rain, and his fingertips smeared the corners of his lower lip casually. His white fingertips were so cold that there was no trace of warmth. When he lowered his eyes, he could see the blood on his fingertips.
Chapter completed!