I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

The point is, when she threw these human-shaped standing signs here, before she left, she would kick them hard to vent her anger.For example, she still kept stepping on one foot, and when she heard the movement on the balcony, she turned her head to look at him, and then met his eyes.

So, he just witnessed the process of her "destroying the corpses and eradicating traces" of these human figures.

Uh... it's kind of embarrassing.

But she never thought that there would be someone on this balcony! !And it just rained a little bit.

It's fine if there are others, why is it still Bian Jichen!

Jiang Chacha was so embarrassed that her toes were about to stand upside down. She curled up her toes, and then silently retracted her shy feet.

She coughed and asked.

"Student Bian, why are you here?"

He didn't return.

The atmosphere once again fell into embarrassment.

After the embarrassment was over, Jiang Chacha was full of question marks.

She didn't invite him. It stands to reason that it's impossible for him to come if he hates her so much.

"Also, that bouquet of flowers..." Jiang Chacha just asked, but then she felt a little hard to say, and her voice gradually became low.

She whispered—

What does that bouquet mean.

Bian Jichen turned his back to her, and the moon appeared again. The clear moonlight covered his back, and the stiff suit cut out his silhouette. The hard lines made his back even more lonely.

His elbows were resting lazily on the railing, and his three slender fingers were hanging in the air, gently pinching the rim of the goblet, as if what he was pinching was not wine, but something slipping between his fingers. After the wind, do not take away a little emotion.

He doesn't answer.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Chacha didn't dare to continue asking, so she could only purse her mouth in depression.

At night in July, even if you walk a few steps, the fabric on your back will be covered with a thin layer of scorching sweat.

Standing here on the balcony are him, her, and three human-shaped standing signs with her face printed on them. In the dark of night, her face on the human-shaped standing signs is bleak, and she is still grinning. After reading too many horror novels, I couldn't help shivering.

Just when she consciously wanted to get out of here so as not to obstruct the domineering president's eyes, she just took a step forward.

With his back to her, Bian Jichen finally turned his face and cast a cold look.

A voice came out of his parched throat.

"Why are you wearing those high heels?"

What high heels.

At the beginning, Jiang Chacha, who was unresponsive, was stunned for a while, but later she suddenly realized that she lowered her head and looked at the pair of black high heels on her feet, which were bought by Bian Jichen who was tricked by her.

Why are you wearing this pair?

But it's for the task of 400 million!

She couldn't just say that she was interested in his little coffers!
She didn't dare to say this sentence to kill her.

Her brain was running fast, trying to think of a way to fool her around like this.

So, she shrank her feet shyly, and hid her high heels under her skirt. She lowered her eyes, "Because it was a gift from my classmate."

Because it was given by him, it is very meaningful, and it is normal to wear it out, right?

In terms of Jiang Chacha's extremely simple brain circuit, this seems to make sense, and there is no contradiction at all.

Unexpectedly, these words made Bian Jichen grip the wine glass tightly. Under the night, the moment Jiang Chacha blinked, he turned around, and those eyes stared at her deeply.

He took three steps, and within two seconds, he came in front of her.

His tall figure enveloped her body, blocking the light coming from outside the hotel, causing her eyelashes to flap rapidly.

He who has always been self-restraining and prudent, just like the plot described in Ba Zong's literature, he suddenly grabbed her wrist forcefully.

His hands were so hot that they could burn a mark.

His voice was low and hoarse, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on her face. He was calm and restrained, and he seemed to be distraught after drunk. He will be drunk, his breath is restrained and disordered, such a contradiction makes the temperature rise quietly.

He exhaled alcohol-smelling breath, looked at her with cold eyes that couldn't be concealed, and his voice seemed to come out of his teeth restrainedly, "Jiang Chacha, what do you mean?"

Why do you always do something that misunderstands him to disturb his mood.

Ginger Chacha opened her mouth slightly.

Behind him, through a glass wooden door, came Dao Siwen's voice, which was different from Bian Jichen's indifferent voice, but had the charm of the sound of a violin.

"Vice president."

Just when Bian Jichen grabbed her hand out of control, Wen Huaizhi just pushed open the door.