Huo Shaojun wore a cool expression. Seeing Wen Sirou look their way, he reached out and gripped Jian Liangtong’s shoulder. As Jian Liangtong moved forward, he used a bit of strength to pull her into his embrace. That action clearly declared his territory, full of possessiveness!
Wen Sirou, "..."
Jian Liangtong’s ears burned with embarrassnt, feeling a bit awkward.
Arriving at the table, Jian Liangtong nodded slightly at Wen Sirou.
Wen Sirou gave her a gentle smile, glanced at Huo Shaojun, and said, "Sit."
The two of them sat across from Wen Sirou.
Facing Jian Liangtong, Wen Sirou spoke in her usual soft, gentle voice, "What would you like to drink?"
"Lemon juice." Jian Liangtong replied, turning her head to look at Huo Shaojun beside her, "What about you?"
Huo Shaojun stared deeply at Jian Liangtong, his voice even gentler than Wen Sirou’s, "You know."
Jian Liangtong pursed her lips, her small face barely trembling, as she looked at Wen Sirou, "Lemon juice and black coffee."
Wen Sirou fluttered her eyelashes, and after a few seconds, she raised her eyes and called the waiter, ordering a glass of lemon juice and a cup of black coffee.
Huo Shaojun held Jian Liangtong’s hand, threading his fingers through hers, intertwining them tightly.
Jian Liangtong’s embarrassnt level was off the charts!
And she couldn’t just pull her hand away.
So she had to make use of her limited acting skills, pretending to be nonchalant and calm.
It was probably because of Huo Shaojun’s presence that Wen Sirou was silent for a long ti.
Since she wasn’t speaking, neither Jian Liangtong nor Huo Shaojun spoke either.
And Huo Shaojun took advantage of Wen Sirou’s silence to variously flaunt their affection right in front of her.
He would sotis play with Jian Liangtong’s hair, sotis tease her fingers—his little moves were endless and caught her off guard at every turn.
Jian Liangtong was embarrassed to the point of madness.
If she had known, she would have rather stood Wen Sirou up than bring him along!
At this mont, Huo Shaojun seed like he was possessed by another soul.
Jian Liangtong felt she could hardly recognize him!
The silence was only broken when the waiter served the juice and coffee.
Wen Sirou picked up the green tea in front of her and took a sip, lowering her eyelashes. Her voice was soft and gentle, "Huo Tianwang, there’s no need to go out of your way to provoke ."
Jian Liangtong was stunned.
Who would have thought Wen Sirou would be so direct?
Huo Shaojun’s face remained calm, "Miss Wen is mistaken; this is how we usually get along."
Jian Liangtong, "..." was left speechless.
Wen Sirou curled her lips, seemingly sighing, and looked up at Huo Shaojun, "Actually, with Huo Tianwang acting like this, I’m quite happy. Happy for Liang Tong. It proves that Huo Tianwang values her, cares about her."
Huo Shaojun raised an eyebrow slightly, "She clings to more."
What’s all this about?
Jian Liangtong’s cheeks burned as she looked at Huo Shaojun, at a loss between tears and laughter.
Who is clinging to whom more?
Wen Sirou’s calm face still changed slightly, biting her lower lip, she said, "Really? How co I feel it’s the opposite."
"Just a misunderstanding." Huo Shaojun said calmly.
Jian Liangtong lowered her head, indicating she couldn’t listen any longer.
Wen Sirou reached for the teacup, looked at Jian Liangtong, and curled her lips, "Liang Tong."
"..." Jian Liangtong looked up at her.
Wen Sirou was the type whose warmth was overwhelming.
Just like now, her gaze on Jian Liangtong seed to hold clear water and unspoken emotions.
Jian Liangtong took a breath, besides feeling awkward, she didn’t feel nauseated or repulsed.
However, Huo Shaojun frowned, his deep-set face slightly darkened, and the grip on Jian Liangtong’s hand tightened accordingly.
Jian Liangtong’s fingers spread out in pain, and she turned to look at Huo Shaojun with grievance.
Huo Shaojun stared at her coldly, a "displeased" written in bold across his forehead.
Jian Liangtong deadpanned.
Once again feeling she shouldn’t have brought him along tonight!
"I asked you out today to say goodbye." Wen Sirou suddenly said.
Jian Liangtong was taken aback and looked at Wen Sirou, "Goodbye?"
Wen Sirou nodded gently, "I’ve discussed with my dad about leaving Z City and moving elsewhere."
"Your dad?"
"Yes. My dad used to be Mr. Song’s personal bodyguard, loyal to the Song Family, but..."
Wen Sirou stopped there, curled her lips, and looking at Jian Liangtong, returned to the main topic, "Now that the Song Family has collapsed, we’re planning to start over in a new environnt. So, in the future, except for necessary work reasons, I probably won’t co back to Z City."
This was their family matter and life decision, so Jian Liangtong couldn’t say much, simply, "All the best."
"Thank you." Wen Sirou smiled, yet her eyes lingered wistfully on Jian Liangtong, "I’ve never said it, but actually, I’m really happy to have t you. But I guess you probably don’t feel the sa; you might think..."
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