A few years later, she met the boy at the airport. Those eyes were very recognizable, and their color was light, as if nothing could arouse his interest. The ends of the eyes are long and narrow, the eyelashes are curled, and the eyes are squinted lazily.
He seemed to have forgotten her, and his attitude was very cold, which shattered her illusions.
This was what she thought before she met him. If she saw Xie Sang again, she would definitely chase him back. He was the first and only person who could occupy such an important place in her heart. Wen Jing was stunned for a few seconds when she saw him.
Oh my god, is this still the same silly nerd?
The man's suit is a little loose, and his face has no expression. He has the seriousness of a leader and a bit of competence. His eyes narrowed lazily, his brows furrowed slightly, and a few strands of hair fell to his forehead, giving him an oppressive aura.
This is just a different face, okay?
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"Brother Sang, I heard that your first love came back to China today?" Wang Yuan simply didn't know how to open a pot, and he stepped on a landmine when he asked casually.
Xie Sang lowered his face, stared at him, and said slowly: "Yeah, why, you still want to pick me up?"
Wang Yuan was not aware of the crisis at all and replied honestly: "Of course, your first love looks like that, tsk tsk," he gave a thumbs up and continued: "Absolutely."
Xie Sang twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes, and stared at him.
Wang Yuan: "..." He felt goosebumps when Xie Sang looked at her, and he quickly said: "Of course, no matter how good-looking she is, I can't get it."
Xie Sang sneered.
Wang Yuan: "..."
Intention: I only support you.