Chapter 654 Cheap Like

The workmanship is exquisite, and the well-cut and generous suit outlines his slender and thin figure. He obviously has done styling tonight, which is different from the previous hairstyle that is easy to bully at a glance. The short hair is fluffy and the broken hair has been taken care of. , revealing a full and smooth forehead.

A plain appearance that Song Jingwan despised before, under the brilliance of the moonlight, every line appears soft, graceful, and full of bookishness.

It's like a young master who has passed through from the old times, and he is full of nobleness.

The corners of An Feiran's lips raised a shallow arc, and he stepped back a few steps in a gentlemanly manner to distance himself from Song Jingwan.

"you first--"

He turned his body slightly.

Song Jingwan bit her lip, her eyes wandering around him.

Unwillingly, he tried to find the shadow of the past in his eyes, but Song Jingwan failed.

Back then, the big boy who was full of eyes was hers, but now the smile is still the same, the only thing that has changed is the way he looks at her.

like a stranger.

"An Feiran, do you have nothing to say to me?"

In this night when she felt abandoned by everyone, Song Jingwan wanted to be impulsive once. She stared at An Feiran with burning eyes, she couldn't believe it, it was so easy to forget someone.

She will never forget how humble An Feiran was in front of her!

"what?"

An Feiran was puzzled, his eyelashes were long and sparse, casting a shadow on the bridge of his nose.

"If it's okay, I'll..."

The sleeves were pulled, Song Jingwan lifted her eyes, "Walk with me."

Facing Song Jingwan, his eyes were calm, not disguised, but real, treating Song Jingwan as a stranger.

Do you get angry or excited when you treat a stranger?

of course not--

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do." An Feiran was still gentle and polite, even though the girl in front of him had treated him that way.

This is related to the education that An Feiran has received since childhood. Just like what his mother taught, to like someone is not to add extras to the other party. Secret love is a person's business, the other party did nothing wrong, just didn't like you.

So, nothing to complain about.

He was polite and gentle.

Song Jingwan hated his appearance so much, she pulled his sleeve and asked, "An Feiran, do you still like me?"

She desperately wanted to find some sense of identity.

The blows she suffered during this period were more than the combined blows she had suffered in the previous seventeen years.

An Feiran was taken aback for a moment, then smiled apologetically, "I liked it."

But I don't like it anymore.

What do you like?

Song Jingwan's expression changed slightly, and she stubbornly looked at An Feiran's face, "Is it so cheap for someone to like it? If you don't like it, don't you like it?"

"Excuse me."

An Feiran interrupted her apologetically, "Can you let me go? The sleeves are wrinkling."

He pointed to the sleeve that Song Jingwan was clenching tightly, and said very distressed.

Song Jingwan laughed angrily, why did An Feiran change the subject so calmly? But the more so, the more unhappy she is.

"I want to let go. You can walk with me. Don't worry, it's just for a walk. Do you think I can do anything to you?"

An Feiran's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised.

He really liked Song Jingwan before, and he never liked to deny anything he had done.

But now, he does have the idea of ​​denying the past.

What he likes, is such a person?

"no."