Cheng Shichu tilted his head and looked into the distance. A dignified woman with a noble temperament was walking over with a standard socialite smile on her face.
Cheng Shichu's eyes were indifferent, but there was still a smile on his lips, revealing the usual indifference of a nobleman.
"Shichu, sister." Meng Ge Ya stood by Cheng Shichu's side and faced Nan Fei with a magnanimous and sensible manner. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Catching up on old times." Nan Fei curled her lips and said casually.
Resentment flashed across Meng Ge Ya's eyes. Catching up on old times? Were the things between them lovers not over yet?
She looked at Cheng Shichu with some grievance.
Cheng Shichu did not seem to notice her gaze. He did not say anything and leaned against the wall. His slender and fair fingers knocked on the wall casually. His joints and bones were distinct.
When he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw a figure not far away. It was a standard military posture. One could feel the cold and hard aura from a few meters away.
Cheng Shichu's fingers that were tapping on the wall paused. His face darkened slightly, and there seemed to be a cold and dark color seeping out of his eyes.
Zuo Qishen walked to Nan Fei's side expressionlessly. He did not say anything. He just looked at her coldly, and a chill surrounded his body.
Nan Fei first saw the familiar pair of military boots under her feet. Then, she slowly raised her head. As expected, she saw Zuo Qishen's handsome face, which was three feet deep in ice.
"C-Commander Zuo." She was so scared that she stuttered. "Why are you here?"
Did he not go downstairs to get his car this morning with a sullen face? Moreover, he was still wearing his military uniform, as if he had just come out of the military district.
"Take me to the art gallery, huh?" The man did not answer her question, but only said in a low voice.
Nan Fei hugged the camera in front of her chest tightly, suddenly feeling a little scared and strange. This man had looked down on her in the morning, and now he was like this..
Zuo Qishen saw that she was not moving, and his eyes turned cold. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Do you still want to learn how to shoot?"
Nan Fei immediately grabbed his arm. "Let's go, I'll take you!"
Cheng Shichu looked at the slender and white fingers of the woman on the military shirt, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.
When the woman turned around, he suddenly said, "Nan Fei, how about the four of us together?"
Meng Ge Ya looked at Cheng Shichu in disbelief. The man's side profile was as handsome as ever, but the words he said were like sharp blades, slicing her heart. He called Nan Fei by her nickname and wanted to hang out with her.
He really could not forget Nan Fei. Meng Ge Ya bit her lower lip hard.
Nan Fei's hand that was gripping Zuo Qishen's sleeve could clearly feel the displeasure emanating from the man's muscles. Commander Zuo was as cold as a Tibetan mastiff, so he definitely did not like hanging out with unfamiliar people.
Hence, she smiled at Cheng Shichu and shook her head slightly. "No, no."
She thought for a moment, and when Zuo Qishen was not paying attention, she quietly mouthed to Cheng Shichu. "This is an old master."
Cheng Shichu saw her lips clearly and smiled warmly.
Nan Fei then turned around. When she turned around, her movements were a little hurried, so her silver hair band rose up and drew a beautiful arc in the air.
Cheng Shichu caught a glimpse of the hair band and was slightly startled. Then, he smiled and said, seemingly unintentionally, "The hair band is very beautiful."
Zuo Qishen's eyes were cold.
Waves rose from the bottom of Meng Ge Ya's eyes. Her five fingers gradually bent inwards, and her nails pierced deeply into her palm, as if there was a sticky feeling seeping out.
She knew this hair band.
It was one of the gifts Cheng Shichu gave Nan Fei.