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Shen Xiulin looked at Leng Chuanfeng and suddenly sneered. "Leng San Shao, in public, you still don't say things that are easy to be misunderstood. Even if they are misunderstood, I don't care. But the people I care about are right in front of me. Don't you say anything about our years together. Isn't Leng San Shao hiding it secretly? What's the matter? Now that we've broken up, we want to make it public? Do you want a press conference? I don't really mind. " Shen Xiulin's manner is arrogant and uninhibited, looking at Leng Chuanfeng even with a trace of irony. Leng Chuanfeng never thought that Shen Xiulin would not give him face. Not only the warmth of the past is gone, but also so sarcastic to him! Leng Chuanfeng's handsome face was twisted, and he clenched his fist on his side. "Xiulin, you Do you have to do this to me? " "Practice?" Shen Xiulin raised his eyebrows and shook his head slowly. "How did you use that word? Isn't Leng San Shao coming by himself and seems to want an answer? " Is it his own fault? Leng Chuanfeng's eyes sank and he took a deep breath. "Xiulin, let's talk. Talk about it alone. " Talk about it alone? Is that his purpose? If before today, Shen Xiulin didn't mind talking to each other alone, so as to see what the other party wanted to do. But today, in front of Dongfang Xian, he has no interest at all. Therefore, Shen Xiulin gave a direct smile. "Cold three less. This can't work. I'm a family now. Do you want me to talk to you alone? Don't you mean to be misunderstood? " Have a family These three words completely hurt the heart of cold air. Once upon a time, Shen Xiulin also told him that they were open to the public and let him enter the Shen family's door and become a family. But he refused, and he didn't want to come out in public. Now, Shen Xiulin I took a deep breath again, and the cold breeze said softly. "Xiulin, are you going to be so cruel to me?" Shen Xiulin smiles. "Leng San Shao, don't be here, don't you hear any cruel words?" This is a direct drive. Leng Chuanfeng takes a deep look at Shen Xiulin and leaves quickly Other diners around naturally listen to the conversation here. Some people who didn't know the identities of Shen Xiulin and Leng Chuanfeng had also heard about it from the conversation. The murmurs of those remarks came to Shen Xiulin's ears. Shen Xiulin sneered and then turned to Dongfang Xian with a smile. "East, let's go." Dongfang Xian looked at each other and nodded. Then, with the posture of a guard, Shen Xiulin walked on the left side of Dongfang Xian and left with half a man in his arms When he got outside, Shen Xiulin stepped back slightly. "I'm sorry Dongfang used you just now." The East looks at Shen Xiulin with dark eyes. Shen Xiulin looks back at Dongfang Xian with firm eyes. "Dongfang, I'm sorry to have used you, but I don't regret it. I... " "That's enough." Oriental show light interrupted each other. Shen Xiulin pursed the corner of his mouth. The East shows the canthus of his eyes. "Go back." Shen Xiulin looked at Dongfang Xian and nodded. "Good." On the way back, the atmosphere on the bus seems a little awkward, it seems, but also some ambiguous. Shen Xiulin's interrupted words What would he say if he wasn't interrupted? Does Shen Xiulin want to express himself? What do you say? Tell him he seems to be thinking about Jean? Can the other party accept such an idea? He did not feel the same breath from Dongfang Xian. However, he did not see any women noticed by Dongfang Xian. It seems that the other party's eyes are too open and dark, with many secrets in mind It's just, the end of the world is coming, emotional things, let it be. Thinking of this, Shen Xiulin relaxed a lot. When they got home, they entered the villa. Shen Xiulin stopped Dongfang Xian. "The East is going to practice?" Dongfang nodded. Shen Xiulin thought about it and said. "Pay attention to rest, good night." The East stopped and said. "Good night." Shen Xiulin watched the figure of Dongfang Xian disappear in the room on the second floor. Then he let out a long breath. The total feeling, this person, in the conscious exclusion of him Or, more precisely, rejection of feelings. But why?