When she arrived at the hotel, the group walked towards the private room. They were all alumni invited by Principal Zhang. There were several more classes older than Wanyan, and most of them didn't know each other, so she rarely spoke.

There was a boy wearing glasses named Wu Jinming. Looking at the gentle and delicate and clean, he walked to Wanyan and said embarrassedly: "School Sister Wanyan, can you sign a name for me later?

My wife likes you very much.”

After saying that, Wu Jinming nervously held the glasses on his nose. He is now a teacher in a university and usually stays in the laboratory for scientific research. This is the first time he has seen a celebrity himself. His wife has given him instructions, so he has to bite the bullet and take the initiative to talk.

His stuttering words made people laugh and joke, saying that he was a famous wife who was in charge of the stern.

Wanyan couldn't help laughing and agreed softly.

Some people saw that Wanyan had no star airs at all, so they all started to ask for autographs.

Lu Yanqing walked behind the group of people, looking at him coldly and deeply, his eyes as if the ice and snow fell into the world, and the coldness was so cool.

There is a man named Fang Tian, ​​who is a little older, has a Mediterranean hairstyle and a round beer belly.

Because his family was doing business, Fang Tian had donated a large number of books to the school before, so Principal Zhang also invited him.

Fang Tian couldn't help but look at Meng Wanyan a few more times. Sure enough, celebrities are different from ordinary people. He smiled and said, "School Sister Wanyan is a very popular star now. She probably has no match for her now, right?"

Lu Yanqing's eyebrows flirted slightly, his hands clenched into a fist, and the bulging bones on the back of his hands were clearly distinguished.

Wanyan met the man's lustful gaze. Her eyes raised slightly, tugged at the corner of her lips, and said slowly, "I already have a fiancé."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned and was actually on the front line of eating melons.

Ran Anqi was also shocked when she heard this and subconsciously looked at Lu Yanqing. Sure enough, the man had a cold face and his face was as cold as ice.

Everyone walked to the elevator entrance and stopped. Soon after, another group of people came out of the elevator. The man in charge was crisp and handsome, with a feminine appearance and a long and narrow end of his eyes.

Behind him is a group of successful people in suits and ties.

When encountering such an elite group, everyone can't help but stay in sight for a little longer.

Wanyan looked lazy and stared at the red numbers on the elevator in a daze. The man beside her passed by her and then retreated.

The moment Song Jinyan saw Wanyan, a surprise appeared in his dark eyes, "Wanyan, why are you here?"

Meng Wanyan raised her eyes and saw that it was Song Jinyan and there was some difference. She smiled slightly: "What a coincidence."

Two people who were completely unrelated actually knew each other. Everyone looked back and forth with curious eyes on them. Lu Yanqing naturally recognized Song Jinyan, and his eyes became darker.

Seeing that there were people around him, it was obviously not an opportunity to reminisce about the past. Song Jinyan didn't say anything more. Hearing that it was Wanyan's classmate reunion, he turned his head and told the people around him that their bill would be recorded in his account later.

Two groups of people passed by, Lu Yanqing raised his eyes and looked at Song Jinyan.

The war between two men, with only one sight, a strong smell of gunpowder was collide.

When he arrived at the private room, Fang Tian sat opposite Meng Wanyan. He couldn't help but be curious and guessed boldly: "Wanyan, the one who was probably your fiancé just now, right?"

The look of a man looking at a woman is the most telling. Meng Wanyan shook her head and didn't say anything, obviously she didn't want to speak.

Lu Yanqing knew that Wanyan's fiancé is not Song Jinyan now, but a man named Song Yuechuan. Whether in the past or now, the heirs of the Song family have changed, but the fact that the Meng and Song families are about to marry has not changed.

During the meal, Meng Wanyan didn't look at Lu Yanqing from beginning to end. Ran Anqi seemed to understand the relationship between the two and occasionally said a few words to Lu Yanqing, but the man beside her didn't say a word.

Seeing Ran Anqi's earnest actions towards Lu Yanqing, several classmates laughed and joked.

"I heard that Junior Ran is still single, so Yan Qing is so. You two can just make a couple."

"Yes, yes, some of the people here are married, and even Wanyan has a fiancé, but you are only single."

Lu Yanqing didn't say anything with a cold face, her chilled eyes were like a knife, and the atmosphere was a little silent for a moment. Ran Anqi smiled and smoothed out: "Don't say that, whether the two can get together depends on fate."

Principal Zhang: "Don't mess with each other. Yan Qing has a lover and is chasing him. You don't have to worry about it."

Upon hearing this, the group of people changed the topic again, and Ran Anqi smiled slightly without changing her expression.

Meng Wanyan turned her wine glass and felt a dizzy feeling in her mind. After drinking a few glasses of white wine, her cheeks were red, her skin was as white as mutton fat under the light, her drunken eyes were moist and blurry, beautiful and charming.

Listening to everyone's chatting, she sneered at the corner of her lips, and she was too lazy to hide her emotions.

Wanyan and Lu Yanqing looked at each other across the lively dining table. The man looked straight at her with his lips tense. I don’t know how long he had been staring at her like this.

Wanyan withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened, glanced at her phone, and stood up to say goodbye to everyone.

She has always been busy with work and it is hard for everyone to keep her. Principal Zhang saw that she was drunk and wanted someone to send her away, but Wanyan refused.

Wanyan felt dizzy when she walked out of the box. The glasses of white wine had great momentum. At this time, she was stunned. She barely leaned against the wall for a while, then slowly took out her cell phone and prepared to call Xiaoxuan.

Soon, a shadow was covered in front of her eyes, and the legs in front of her were straight and slender. She subconsciously frowned and slowly raised her eyes. Her misty eyes met the man's dark eyes.

Meng Wanyan glanced at him, then stood up, walked out with her bag expressionlessly, but her wrist was locked by the man behind her.

Lu Yanqing: "I'll take you home."

Meng Wanyan lowered her eyes and looked at the hands they were holding, her brows furrowed deeper, and the warmth in his palms burned her wrists.

She pulled it back hard, but the man didn't move at all. Wanyan was a little annoyed and stared at him with misty eyes: "What are you doing with me?"

Lu Yanqing tightened the corners of his lips, held the girl's slender shoulders, and took her away half-held.

Meng Wanyan had no strength and her steps were a little sloppy. She was easily held in her arms by him and was instantly shackled. She was extremely angry, "Let me go!"

Lu Yan had a cold and calm face, and a shadow was under the dark eyelids: "Scream again, I will carry you out."

This man always did what he said. Meng Wanyan pursed her lips, her heart suffocated, and she swallowed all the words unwillingly.

When Ran Anqi came out, she saw Lu Yanqing leaving behind with Meng Wanyan in her arms.

She curled her lips, and she guessed it was correct at all. Lu Yanqing and Meng Wanyan were still together.

Ran Anqi clearly remembers the New Year’s Eve party organized by the school in the third year of high school.

Meng Wanyan is the host. The girl is wearing a beautiful dress and high heels. The solid color laces wrap around her thin white and slender ankles.

Although Meng Wanyan was only in her first year of high school at that time, because she was good-looking and famous, the girl stood on the stage and heard the sound of boys clamoring from below.

Even Ran Anqi thought it was good when she watched it. During that time, she had a crush on Lu Yanqing. When it was their turn to perform the show, Ran Anqi, as the class monitor, counted the number of people and went to find Lu Yanqing, but in the dressing room in the backstage, she bumped into a man and a woman who were kissing.

Meng Wanyan was wearing that red dress and raised her head slightly. Lu Yanqing put his hands on her waist, and his broad palm gently pressed the back of her head. He kissed her intimately and purely and desirely. Anyone who saw it would blush.

Since Wanyan came to the stage, Lu Yanqing has been patient.

His movements were rough and domineering, and the girl in his arms could only be forced to bear it. His fair and slender neckline was straightened, and his hair was loose, with a few strands of black hair hanging on his shoulders, like a fairy that only captures the soul.

Ran Anqi hid behind the door, staring in place for a long time, and even forgot to breathe.

After the kiss, she saw Lu Yanqing get up, her thin nose and lips were stained with the girl's lipstick, and she lowered her head to help Wanyan tidy up her already messy skirt.

Meng Wanyan's ears were red, her eyes were misty and delicate, and she was a little angry: "Who was the last one, why did you bite my neck?"

Wanyan took a small makeup mirror and looked at it, and her face suddenly collapsed. Two shocking little strawberries appeared on her fair neck. She felt it hurt just now, but when she spoke, the harder he exerted.

Lu Yanqing's throat was slightly hoarse. Looking at the girl's loose bun, he simply took the headband for her. The girl's long hair poured out. He curled his lips slightly and lifted up a strand of black hair to block her collarbone.

He said: "This way you can't see it."

Meng Wanyan snorted, her pink lips stuttering, as if she was not satisfied: "What should I do with my lipstick?"

"You have eaten them all, how do you pay for it?"

Then, Ran Anqi saw her cold and inhumane deskmate, leaned over again, and her thin thin lips pressed against the girl's red and swollen lips, as if she was saying something.

The boy bit her lips with her in her mouth, his movements were pure and desireful. He didn't know what he said, but the girl under her cheeks instantly turned red.

When Ran Anqi saw this scene, her face turned red and her heart beat. It was the extremely strange, barbaric and arrogant Lu Yanqing that she had never seen before.

That cold and indulgent boy actually had such a bad and indulgent side.

That was also the first time Ran Anqi knew about Meng Wanyan's existence, the girl Lu Yanqing hid in her heart.

On the way back, Lu Yanqing drove Wanyan's car. She pulled the passenger's car window, occasionally burping, and looking drunk at the scenery passing by outside the window, leaving only one behind her head to Lu Yanqing.

She yelled at the car window, drew a turtle on the white mist with her fingertips, then turned around, raised her chin and glanced at Lu Yanqing, "Look, this is you."

"Hmph, bastard."

Lu Yanqing looked at her side, with a slightly bent corner of her lips, and a smile seemed to be as if there was no sign of a smile.

Meng Wanyan leaned against the back of the chair and fell asleep in a daze. She was still muttering in her dream, with words like bastards and bastards.

Lu Yanqing listened quietly, looking at the girl beside her, her eyes suddenly softened.

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I don’t know how long it took, but when Meng Wanyan woke up, the night was drooping outside the window. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and was confused.

The car was turned off and there was no one in the driver's seat. Wanyan patted her head. I remembered that it was Lu Yanqing who drove the car. She untied her seat belt and saw the man standing outside the car.

The moonlight was as cold as water, and the evening breeze swayed. Half of the tall figure was hidden in the night, with blue and white smoke everywhere, and the sparks at the man's fingertips flickered.

Meng Wanyan was dizzy and pushed open the car door and got out of the car with difficulty. As soon as her feet landed on the ground, she raised her eyes and bumped into Lu Yanqing's gaze.

In the dark night, he stood under the tree, and the dim light fell on his crisp shoulders, his clear eyebrows and dark eyes, and his expression was silent.

She was so familiar with this face that she had seen it in her dream just now.

Wanyan closed the car door, her voice slightly hoarse: "Why don't you call me?"

When Lu Yanqing saw her, he immediately pressed the cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can.

Instead of telling her about solving a paparazzi, he spoke in a low voice: "I want you to sleep a little longer."
To be continued...