How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 259 There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I raised my brows, but my heart (17)

  Wen Xien sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, smirked lazily, and said with a little malicious intent, "Do you want to know?"

   He Runcheng nodded honestly.

   "Then tell me what you like."

   He Runcheng thought about it carefully, "I like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

   Hearing this answer, Wen Xien's expression was weird, "How old are you now."

   "I'm fourteen this year."

   Fourteen can do a lot of things in this era, but the boy in front of him still doesn't understand anything, mainly because his eyes are too clean and clear, just like a newborn child, so people can't be questioned.

   Wen Xien had to ask again, "Then what else do you like besides osmanthus cake?"

   What else do you like?

   This question made He Runcheng a little embarrassed. With a move, he quietly glanced at Wen Xien's delicate snow-white face, his ears were slightly hot, and he whispered, "I still like... young master."

   "Do you like sweet-scented osmanthus cake more, or like me more."

   Wen Xien teased him, but He Runcheng was really anxious, his expression was tangled, as if this question was difficult to answer.

   He likes sweet-scented osmanthus cakes very much, but if he says this answer, will the young master be angry?

   Wen Xien laughed when he saw his blushing face.

   After laughing, she opened her eyes. Because of the mist in her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of charm. The perfect curvature of the corners of her mouth gave her a sense of wanton seductiveness.

   He Runcheng looked at Wen Xien like this, and the corners of his mouth curved. He didn't know why Wen Xien laughed, but he smiled when he saw Wen Xien, and he wanted to laugh too.

  If Wen Xien could smile at him like this every day, then he thought he would like the young master more, although he still couldn't bear the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his heart.

   Wen Xien smiled happily, and said with a smile, "When you like someone more than Osmanthus Cake, then you really like her."

   Seeing that He Runcheng was still confused and confused, Wen Xien stopped smiling, and his eyebrows and eyes suddenly became very gentle.

"Like someone, just when you look at her, your heart will beat faster, you will want to see her every day, she will say a word to you, you will be very happy, you will want to touch the best things When you come to her, you will want to be with her forever, that's liking."

  He Runcheng listened very seriously, but he didn't quite understand it. He could only vaguely understand that if he likes one person, should he give his favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake to another person?

   His attention was quickly attracted by the warmth in Wen Xien's eyes, it turned out that she would also show such an expression.

   Because of that actor.

   Because she likes that actor.

   His hands and feet were suddenly cold, and his heart felt as if it was being gripped by iron wire.

   Such a young master made him a little unfamiliar, and he didn't like Wen Xien like this.

   He couldn't even figure out if it was because Wen Xien showed such emotions to others, so he didn't like it.

   He doesn't like it anyway.

  Wen Xien saw He Runcheng's stupefied appearance, and patted his head amusingly, "When you grow up, you will understand."

  He Runcheng raised his head slightly, his fair little face was pure white and radiant, his eyes were like filtered lake water, so clean that no one dared to touch them.

   "Actually, it's good for you to be like this." Wen Xien just likes this about He Runcheng. He is clean and simple, without any scheming, different from those hypocritical people with a layer of skin.

Under the description of the    warm lamp, Wen Xien was very close to him, and the originally rich and extreme face was a little bit more demonic and confusing, and the layers bloomed like this.

   "I like the way you look."

   He Runcheng was shocked when he heard the word like, he opened his clear and innocent eyes and asked, "Does the young master like me too?"

   Wen Xien smiled even happier. He felt that the person in front of him was like a simple little white rabbit. There had never been anyone like He Runcheng around her.

   "My liking for you is different from my liking for A Yue." Wen Xien explained with a smile.

  He Runcheng can't understand, doesn't he like it all? Why is it different?

   "When you grow up, you will understand."

   is this sentence again, He Runcheng involuntarily began to yearn for growing up.

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  Fengting Hotel is Shanghai's top entertainment venue, it is always brightly lit and fascinated by gold.

   It is said that Fengting only accepts members, and the participants are foreigners from various consulates in addition to military and political celebrities, wealthy and wealthy.

   The sky was dark.

  The door of the hotel is already full of incense cars and guests.

   The Indian waiter with brown skin and blue eyes opened the car door, and all the celebrities and nobles took their female companions and walked up to the door to weave a carpet of gold and emerald green.

  In the oval luxurious hall, the center is reserved as a dance floor, and the front is a splendid stage.

   There are not many seats scattered around, about a hundred people.

  Looking around, there are a few blond and blue-eyed foreigners in costumes, and most of the faces with black hair and black eyes are also well-known celebrities in Shanghai.

  The waiter in the white uniform took a seat at the front side, and immediately a plump and beautiful woman wearing an embroidered cheongsam stepped forward and poured champagne.

  Liang Zhongshan greeted the celebrities with a cold-faced Wen Xien.

   At this time, Liang Zhongshan was old-fashioned and serious at home, and it was very pleasant to talk with them.

   "This is Young Master Ling, he is really a talent."

  Liang Zhongshan smiled and pulled Wen Xien behind him to the front, "This is the child Liang Xien, Xien, let's not call him uncle."

   "Hello Uncle!"

   Even if Wen Xien was reluctant in his heart, he didn't dare to show a single point on his face.

   "I wonder if Sean still remembers that kid from my family."

   A middle-aged man patted her shoulder with a smile on his face, and the temperament exuded from him made people feel that it was not simple.

   Wen Xien thought this was a bit familiar, but he couldn't think of it, so he could only type haha, "Uncle, I don't have a good memory, so I don't remember very clearly."

   "Hahaha." The middle-aged man laughed loudly and pointed to another place not far away, "That's my stinky boy, that boy misses you every day."

  Wen Xien looked suspiciously in the direction he pointed, which was incredible.

   The smile on Wen Xien's face was about to last.

  The young man not far away was talking to the people next to him at the measuring point. They were all about the same age, and they were all second-generation soldiers or celebrities with extraordinary backgrounds.

   He smiled brightly, the pear vortex on the side of his cheek appeared, and the hair on his forehead was pulled back by hairspray, like a handsome young angel in Greek mythology.

   Fan Xian!

   Wen Xien could see it at a glance. After all, they had a lot of friction in the past two years.

   (end of this chapter)