Chapter 51 "Oh, you want to comfort me while I'm sad."

Wen Ran wanted to say: It's none of my business who he has in his heart!

But he still hasn't forgotten that he is Romanov's little lover.

A rotten person like Jia Zheng just doesn't like people.

If you can't move with force, you will start killing your heart.

Fortunately she didn't have any thoughts about Romanov, otherwise he would have provoked her.

She took a deep breath. Isn't it just annoying? It's okay to be humble in front of the man who has the power of life and death. Why should she tolerate her breasts and thyroid in front of a second-generation ancestor like you? 

Wen Ran smiled slightly: "It's none of your business. Are you a roundworm in his belly? Do you still know who he likes and are in love? If I don't choose my dear, how can I choose you? Is it better to choose you if you have a bad figure and are ugly?" " 

She said the most damning words she could think of in one breath. 

Seeing Jia Zheng's face pale with anger, he felt much relieved. 

Wen Ran pretended to be imposing, but in reality, her heart was beating wildly and her eyes were focused on the stairs. 

She also saw that Chi Na hadn't left, so she dared to be so rampant. 

Dad said, don't cause trouble, but you can't be afraid of it! 

Anyway, Jia Zheng hates her so much that he hates her so much that he won't be afraid of another one! 

Some people will not be grateful for your concession, but will only push for it! 

Think so . 
, Wen Ran showed full force: "Get out of the way, my dear asked me to get the wine. It's delaying things. Be careful, your hamstrings are not safe." 

Jia Zheng's lips were trembling with anger, and he wanted to take action. , but his hands couldn't use any strength at all. 

He unconsciously glanced at the half-open door leading to the rooftop. 

His eyes fell on the bottle of wine held in Wen Ran's arms again. 

The pain in his wrist reminded him to be sensible. 

Grandpa told him to endure it until Romanov left, and he would take care of the rest. 

There can be no further conflict with Romanov at this time. 

Thinking this, he reluctantly gave in to the side. 

Wen Ran seemed calm, but in fact he was fully focused and wary of his sudden attack. 

The moment she crossed the threshold and closed the door, she hurriedly closed it. 

He leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that the hand holding the wine bottle was shaking a little. 

Fortunately, I managed to scare him. 

After calming down, Wen Ran's shoulders slumped again. 

Jia Zheng is just a little trouble, but the big trouble now is... how can she make the man happy. 

Wen Ran held the wine bottle and glanced around. 

The rooftop is small, covered with soft carpets, with only two lounge chairs and a large umbrella. 

But looking around, he didn't see any man. 

Wen Ran whispered uncertainly: "Romanov" 

"Crack--Crack!" A slight blue flame ignited in the corner of the wall, and Wen Ran turned his head and looked over. 

I could vaguely see someone leaning against the wall. 

Judging from his height, he should be Romanov, but he didn't speak, and Wen Ran was a little afraid of getting the wrong person. 

He quietly took a half-step back with his right foot, ready to open the door and rush down at any time. 

You can feel the man tilting his head and lighting the cigarette, and the searchlight not far away turns around. 

He stretched the man's shadow little by little until a huge shadow appeared on the wall. 

Wen Ran saw the corner of the bathrobe and the big bandaged hands hanging by his side, and then relaxed his body, which was as stretched as a bow and arrow. 

It's him. 

"I brought you wine." 

The little girl's voice was very nice, because she had just cried a while ago, and it was not as crisp and sweet as usual. It was also a little hoarse, and the soft and long hook made people's hearts soften. 

Zhou Qixiao lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette butts scattered on the ground. 

He turned his head and looked at the little figure standing there. 

That cautious look was because he was worried that he would be sad, 

but in fact he didn't feel that he had anything to feel uncomfortable about. 

Death is common for people like him. 

For as long as he can remember, people have been dying around him. 

Some we know, some we don’t know, some we have good relationships with, some we don’t have good relationships with. 

He felt that he might be missing something. 

He didn't understand the emotions of pain and sadness. Maybe someone like him who crawled out of the gutter and was still alive didn't deserve to have such complicated emotions. 

Zhou Qixiao suddenly remembered that the little girl's father had not just died. 

But apart from crying once at the beginning, she was also very lively. 

Maybe, she is the same as him. 

The outside is wrapped in delicate human skin, but the inside is rotten. 

With the light of the cigarette butt, Wen Ran could feel the man looking at her, and she took two tentative steps forward. 

"Do you want a drink?" 

"Oh, you want to comfort me while I'm sad." The man sneered, his attitude as casual as ever, even sarcastic. 

The man has already seen through her little thoughts. If she is in a good mood, the other party may take it for fun if you try to be clever and won't care about her. 

If you are in a bad mood... you may be digging your own grave. 

So Wen Ran didn't act smart and planned to play the sincerity card. 

She nodded obediently and said the prepared draft: "I didn't cry on purpose at that time, but I was a little scared and shed tears physiologically. I was afraid that you would be angry and throw me away, so I came to you to explain. , and then I learned about the death of Queen Palai..." 

Wen Ran did not mention China, but changed his statement, "I heard people in the bar say that you have a better relationship with Queen Palai, and I was wondering if you would I was so sad, so I brought a bottle of wine over. I don’t know if you need it. If not, I’ll go down now.” 

After hearing this, the man suddenly stood up and walked out of the blind corner in two steps. 

He didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to take the wine bottle held by Wen Ran. 

Glanced. 

The brand he often drank seemed to have been told to her by China. 

What this little thing said before was quite sincere, but he didn't mention Chi Na at all. It was to protect her. When 

Wen Ran saw the man taking a special look at the wine bottle, he realized that something was not good, and immediately added: "Sister Chi Na I'm also worried about you!" 

"Tsk!" Zhou Qixiao tilted his head lazily, with a thick smile that was ambiguous and mute. 

But Wen Ran just felt that his mood was not right. 

"Wen Ran, your father didn't just die, and you're still alive and kicking. Why do you think I need comfort?" 

Wen Ran suddenly felt his heart being stabbed.