Chapter 6

Is it an illusion?

Miaomiao thought a little nervously that although Huo Siyan was a light-hearted person in the past, he was a typical person with a cold-faced and warm-hearted person. He didn't talk much, but he was very popular. The classmates in their class liked to get along with him, especially girls. There were many people who secretly thought that he had always focused on his studies and had no intention of ambiguous love between young and young girls.

So, although she tried her best to hit the south wall and then the north wall, she did not successfully hit his arms.

Dai Guifen, which is Dai Wanhao now, has a very true saying. Don’t think about occupying a flower like Huosiyan, just wait and see from afar, admire and worship. For a long time, he has been the direction of Miaomiao’s efforts. He is like the sun, giving her the light of this little moon, giving her the motivation to move forward.

However, just now, Miaomiao felt that the dazzling light on his body disappeared, and his whole body was filled with a cold and gloomy feeling from the inside out, just like... from the sunny noon, it fell into the night when the lights were all gone.

It must be an illusion.

He is Hosyanye, a science genius who can even get full marks in a perverted subject competition. What else can stump him?

Miaomiao thought of this and couldn't help but look at the man in front of him again. He looked ahead and stood like a vigorous bamboo. There were endless traffic on his side, and behind him were quiet street lights. The closest street light was scattered by branches and leaves swaying in the wind, and the soft orange light shone sparsely and messyly over him.

She was so confused that she remembered his question in a trance and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes!"

Another sentence was added: "I always thought that no matter what you do, it will be very good."

This is the truth, blurting out, without any brewing and design that is commonly used in the adult world.

Hearing this, Hosyan was stunned for a moment, looking into the black eyes that refracted from the glimmer, clear and bright, sincere and confident. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice lies dormant from the long silence, low and slow, with some dangerous inspiration: "Is there so much confidence in me?"

Now Miaomiao is not good enough to say it again. The questions he raised seem to be a little beyond the boundaries of their current relationship. She didn't have the confidence to grasp this degree, so she just pursed her lips and smiled.

If he was her boyfriend, she would throw herself into his arms, hug his waist, and say "of course" in the gentlest voice, and then praise him so much that he might even take the opportunity to kiss him with greater urgency.

Miaomiao was startled by this idea. She unnaturally pinched the strands of hair scattered on her cheeks back into her ears. The car she had made an appointment arrived at this time, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "The car is here."

I originally planned to go back to school alone, but Huo Siyan insisted on sending her away. Miaomiao had many reasons to refuse, but couldn't say anything to refuse.

If you are an ordinary friend, it should be nothing to give it to me, right?

After the two got in the car, the middle-aged driver started the car and glanced at them through the rearview mirror. According to his experience, this was a quarrel of a little couple. They sat by the window one side, with the gap as wide as the Milky Way. Since getting in the car, the girl has only stared out the window and didn't even give her the light to her boyfriend. This is a big mess.

"Young man," the driver cleared his throat and began to persuade him to make peace, "As a man, you must be responsible. No matter who is wrong, your girlfriend is angry, you have to coax her back first, plead with love, and then reason..."

Miaomiao knew that the driver had misunderstood when she heard this. She quickly explained: "Master, we are not..."

The driver glared at her eyes and interrupted her: "Oh! Your girlfriend is unwilling to admit your relationship anymore. It seems that you are so angry!" He said earnestly, "Young man, you are really, you are still holding an air. Is it easy for other parents to raise such a beautiful daughter? Since you follow you, you have to treat her well..."

It's getting darker and darker the more I'm talking about it.

The driver was still chattering and imparting the experiences of those who had been here. Miaomiao felt a headache and felt embarrassed. She glanced secretly. Huo Siyan looked very calm. The lights on the side of the road came in from outside the window and passed through his eyebrows and eyes. His side face was hidden in half light and half dark, making people puzzled.

Miaomiao decided to learn his calmness and automatically filter out the driver's voice. The driver was almost dry and he didn't see any reaction from the men and women behind him. He suddenly realized that their conflict was not ordinary, and he might break up after getting off the car. This kind of peacemaker could not do it. After driving an intersection, he consciously shut up.

What a pity, the man is handsome and handsome, looking at the two who are so good.

Thirty minutes later, the destination A South Gate arrived. When both passengers got out of the car, the driver shook his head, sighed, stepped on the accelerator, and in the blink of an eye, the black car disappeared at the corner.

Miaomiao and Huo Siyan both tacitly did not pick up the small episode in the car. It happened that the evening class was over. People from the south gate came and looked at each other, and Miaomiao was worried that it would cause some unnecessary misunderstanding: "I'll go in first, thank you for treating me to dinner tonight. If you have the chance next time, I'll treat you."

"Yeah." Hosyan nodded, "Go to rest early."

After saying goodbye to each other, Miaomiao turned around and walked in.

The moon was in the sky, and there was a faint smell of plants floating in the air, which smelled so good. She took a few deep greedy breaths, and some indescribable emotions that filled her chest were washed away, and even her steps were much lighter.

After walking about a hundred meters, Miaomiao still couldn't help but turn around. There was a person standing under the camphor tree at the south gate. She didn't have to look closely and knew it was Huo Siyan. She slowed down and let herself think about it-

If she was his girlfriend, even if she saw him treating other girls so gently, she would be jealous even if she knew it was out of grace, right?

Alas, why doesn’t such a good man belong to me?

Miaomiao thought with infinite melancholy and walked away slowly.

When only night and young men and women passing by were left in their sight, Huo Siyan withdrew his gaze, called a car on the side of the road, sat in the back seat, rubbed his eyebrows: "Sheng'an Mansion."

The driver had heard of this place, but never ran away. After confirming that the location was correct, he rubbed his palm against his rough pants twice, and then turned on the phone to navigate with some fear.

The taxi carries a quiet room, passes through the prosperity of half the city in the night, and drives into the most valuable private residential area in City A, and parks in front of a three-story Western villa.

"Sir, here."

Huo Siyan, who was resting all the way, opened his eyes, paid the fare, pushed the car door open, opened the door and entered the room, and the room was greeted by the cold room.

He did not turn on the light, but was hidden in a dim corner. Seeing a cloud of moonlight lying quietly on the windowsill opposite, he laughed softly, without any sound, and there was no hint of pleasure in his eyes.

Gradually, he lost all his expression and his whole body looked like a perfect statue.

When the landing bell rang, Hosyan took two bottles of wine from the study, and his headache was like burying countless threads. He broke one every step. He finished his sleeping pills last night and had not had time to get new ones. Perhaps he could only rely on alcohol to sleep tonight.

But even if it is good, it is not interesting to drink it alone. He took a few sips and it was tasteless, so he picked up his cell phone from the coffee table, clicked on the address book, and dialed a number.

When Zhou Fengyu's phone rang, someone else was in the bar room. The gorgeous and ambiguous lights were sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the smell of men and women made the air in the room stagnate.

The young master of Ming family in Chengxi, who had just broken up, held the microphone and roared "Fuck Love" with his veins. In the dim corner, Vice President Wu, who looked like a olive mushroom, spoke in front of the woman in his arms and kissed her.

There were two women next to Zhou Fengyu. On the left was a passionate and hot little model, and on the right was a pure and lovely private room with the wine princess. He picked up his phone, pushed away the little model who was rubbing against his body, got up, thought of something and turned around, bent down, gently pinched the wine princess' chin, and tapped her index finger twice on her pink lips: "Baby."

The princess who was drinking with her was reserved and smiled, but her eyes were so charming that she could scare people: "Well, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Fengyu didn't say anything, pulled open her collar, put a room card between the towering peaks, and smiled with the wine princess, glanced at the young model with a black face as dark as the bottom of the pot, and said delicately: "Then I'll wait for you tonight."

Zhou Fengyu let go of her chin and turned around, the unscrupulous smile on her face disappeared. He closed the door of the box, as if he had completely picked himself out of the ridiculous and beautiful world of wine and color, clean.

He leaned against the wall casually, with a lazy posture, answering the phone: "What's the matter?"

"Come here to drink."

Zhou Fengyu agreed readily: "Access in twenty minutes."

The Zhou family and the Huo family have some relatives, which can be considered a family friend, but Zhou Fengyu and Huo Siyan met when they were in the United States.

They didn't know each other without fighting. After a fight, the three rich and domineering and unrestrained playboys and three generations of rich people in the middle school. The second-year-old Zhou family experienced the affliction of being completely crushed by IQ and EQ at Hosyan for the first time in his life. He was even almost sent to the police station. This was a shame and humiliation!

He made a plan of revenge all night, but he was slapped back by his father as soon as he left the house. Who would have thought that Huo Siyan had such an identity in the prominent Huo family?

I can't afford to offend, even if I have Tongtian's resentment, I can only hold it back into my stomach.

Of course, apart from the unpleasantness of the first meeting, Zhou Fengyu had to ask himself. In the complex interpersonal circle, the only person he could look down on and impressed from the bottom of his heart was Huo Siyan. This is not accurate. After all, Huo Siyan has never been a person in his circle.

Zhou Fengyu came to Huosiyan's house and saw more than a dozen bottles of wine on the table in the living room, red, yellow, and white. He knew something was wrong. This was a rhythm of not being drunk. He carefully observed Huosiyan's expression, which was light and unrest, and it seemed that he was very excited.

As the saying goes, brothers are like brothers and feet, and women are like clothes. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and decided to throw all the warm and fragrant jade tonight aside and sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

Hosyan opened two bottles of wine, feeling that he was not happy with the wine glass, so he tilted the bottle and touched Zhou Fengyu's bottle, and directly raised his head to blow at the bottle. The wine entered his throat, and the Adam's apple kept moving. In an instant, one-third of the wine was gone. Zhou Fengyu's scalp was numb and gritted his teeth and took a few sips.

There were a few empty bottles on the floor, all the way. Zhou Fengyu's alcohol content was not bad, but she was already drunk at this time. She sat on the sofa with dizziness, slid down, sat on it again, but she still slid down, and just lay down on the ground.

Huo Siyan was still drinking, Zhou Fengyu's eyes were dissipated, and he was always unsatisfied. He shook his head suddenly, frowned and asked worriedly: "Your hand..."

After a while, a low voice answered him: "It's okay."

Zhou Fengyu was fighting with her upper and lower eyelids. I don’t know if she heard it, so she fell asleep unconsciously and started snoring.

The more Huo Siyan drank, the more he became more awake, but his face was still drunk, especially his eyes, which stretched from the eyelid to the corners of his eyes, were slightly red, like a cluster of burning peach blossoms.

Thoughts are involved in uprooting many things that have been deliberately forgotten in the past.

Last year, on the night of California Hospital in the United States, the messy footsteps, harsh screams, and the sharp blade that stabbed itself...

Also, one morning in September of my senior year, a strange girl sat in his seat, with a light on her body, and turned around and smiled at him.

"Miaomiao..."

Maybe he was really drunk, otherwise how could he shout out the name hidden in his heart in the dead of night?

The soft voice also echoed in my ears.

"Senior Brother Huo, you were very awesome just now!"

"Yes, yes, I always think that no matter what you do, it will be amazing."

The sound turned into a picture, and the scene of her rushingly taking off the moon phase watch and stuffing it into her bag flashed...

Hoshen raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Chapter completed!