Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 204 Shooting Your Heart (32)

"Do you know why my brother doesn't like you?"

Wen Ye was puzzled: "Why?"

Wen Ye is not a singer, and he has never been in contact with Ming or before. He only got to know him because he participated in this variety show.

Ever since he knew Ming or Ming Cen's brother, Wen Ye often took care of his brother quietly.

Ke Mingor looked at him recently, like a cat seeing a mouse, wishing to swallow him in one gulp.

Wen Ye really doesn't know why Ming or hates himself.

Ming Cen said bluntly: "Because you went to see He Yaoyan, my brother thought you were in trouble with him."

Wen Ye: "..."

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"I only met him once, and I didn't even want the flute in his hand." Wen Ye felt wronged, "It's not because of He Yaoyan that I came all the way here."

The thick long eyelashes drooped down, casting a faint shadow under his eyes, Ming Cen sighed slightly: "Anyway, don't have too much contact with He Yaoyan. Brother doesn't like it, and I don't like it either."

Ming Cen hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "Wen Ye, do you know?"

"It was him who killed my parents."

The man's body froze suddenly, and even the sound of breathing stopped for a few seconds.

After a long while, Wen Ye carefully patted the girl's thin back: "Okay."

"My brother has been paying attention to He Yaoyan all the time. He entered the circle partly because of music, and partly because of He Yaoyan." Ming Cen said, his tone was flat, "Recently He Yaoyan has taken action against us. I know that my brother's heart is tense because of this. root string."

"Wen Ye, don't get too close to this man, he is dirty."

Feeling her growing strength, Wen Ye softly agreed: "Okay, I won't do anything you don't like."

After a short pause, he said again, "Do you need my help?"

Ming Cen shook his head: "No, let brother solve it."

Only when his elder brother put an end to the past with his own hands, can he start a new life again.

"Well, but if something happens, you must tell me, you know?"

Ming Cen smiled lowly, and withdrew from his embrace, his brows and eyes curved: "Got it."

"Are your legs sore?" Ming Cen just wanted to stand up when the man pushed him back into his arms.

"Don't, it's finally a hug." Wen Ye looked down at her resentfully.

Both of them are very busy, especially Wen Ye, who have to manage the company and also film and appear on variety shows, so they spend very little time together.

Ming Cen raised his hand and pinched his face: "I want to hear you play the flute, can I?"

Wen Ye paused, seeming to remember something, and looked at her: "Cen Cen, can you...can you tell me why you were crying just now?"

Hearing this, Ming Cen's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked up.

A pair of clear amber eyes reflected his appearance, and her voice was indifferent and gentle: "Because... I dreamed of a person who said he would play a tune for me on a bamboo flute."

Isn't it just a dream that the past is far away?
But a dream was remembered and recited by two people, but they dare not forget it.

Ming Cen suddenly pulled Wen Ye down, and quickly pecked lightly on the man's thin red lips, his eyes were like stars: "Now, it seems that the dream is about to become a reality."

The girl raised her face, her eyes were as bright as stars, shaking his eyes.

That light kiss was like wildfire, sparking a passion that had never been seen before.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her head, and in the next second, a hot breath hit her, and the warm touch fell on her lips.

Wen Ye sucked her gently and kissed her deeper.

In the next few minutes, someone explained very well the principle that whoever starts the fire will put it out.

　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)