Fragment one:
The revolving glass door reflected the morning sunlight, which was bright and dazzling. The next moment, it was blocked by Fu Ziyi's tall figure. Yi Yan slowly raised her eyes and looked at Fu Ziyi's tall figure wrapped in warm light. It was like a face carefully carved by God against the light. His dark phoenix eyes reflected the little girl. Yi Yan suddenly felt a little dull.
"You missed this, my ex-wife." The deep male voice was extremely magnetic, with a hint of elegance at the end, which made Yiyan's heartstrings tremble.
Lowering his head and looking at the black lace fabric in his hand, his mind collapsed rapidly.
Fragment two:
With a slight smile on her face, the impatience in Yi Yan's eyes gradually emerged. When Jiang's bald hand touched her waist, Yi Yan's patience finally ran out. Before she could make a move, a dramatic scene occurred. Jiang Bald was thrown to the ground like a torn sack. The person who took action stood tall and straight, slightly adjusting his cuffs, his narrow eyes full of coldness.
For a moment, Yi Yan was a little shocked. In her memory, Fu Ziyi fought when he was still in college. He was young and frivolous, and was naturally prone to radicalization. But now...
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, for disturbing your meal. We will take care of it." The lobby manager knew who Fu Ziyi was at first sight. Now his hands can shake things up in City A.
"Why, Wen Xian can't support you, so why do you want you to come out and show off your beauty to attract customers?" As soon as the crowd of onlookers dispersed, Fu Ziyi spoke coldly.
Yi Yan's beautiful phoenix eyes were fixedly looking at him, half-smiling. The next moment, his expression changed, leaving only an infuriating sentence.
"Which one of you is in charge of me?"