紾藏版1八Я影視ρó18んυЬ.cóм                                                                                                             方亦城果然再次出现的时候，小魔告诉自己，自己也不算十分的贱，因为这个男人，真的是称得上极品的。                                                                                                             那时正值下班的高峰期，写字楼底下熙熙攘攘的人群里，眼就看到他，穿着黑se的衬衫，铁灰se的牛仔k，靠在车门上等着，他的头发有些长，遮的他眉目深深。                                                                                                             “小魔！”他温和的声音不大不小的响起，周围起下班的同事们，嫉妒的眼神立刻嗖嗖的s来。                                                                                                             假装没看见他的小魔，小小的虚荣心满足，暗自偷笑着转过身来，对他做出脸“怎么是你”的表情。                                                                                                             “想请你吃顿晚饭，可以么？”他嘴角噙着笑，打开车门，做了个请的手势。                                                                                                             小魔觉得，如果自己不答应，定会当场被打雷劈的。人，是不能矫情到这个地步的。所以从善如流的上车。                                                                                                             吃饭的地方很远，一个小时的车程之后，到家看起来普普通通的小户人家，进门，是个小巧玲珑的四合院。方亦城领着推开正门进去，进间布置的很是温馨的屋子。小魔暗自的打量四周，疑惑的问他：“为什么只有张桌子？里不是餐馆么？”                                                                                                             方亦城替拉开沉重的梨木椅子，示意坐下。                                                                                                             “里原来是晚清个王爷的别院，后来清朝灭亡，那位王爷远走海外，就把里送给他的厨子。那位大厨几代手艺相传，到代，就在里开家私房菜馆。每只做桌的生意。”                                                                                                             他不骄不躁的着，边给倒杯茶，古se古香的环境下，方亦城好像回到他本该属于的年代，穿着白se的长袍打马而过，踏碎地的芳心……小魔乱七八糟的想象着，莞尔笑。                                                                                                             “——”小魔微侧着头，压低声音，“？”                                                                                                             方亦城愣，随即笑开来。情不自禁的伸手推推的额头，“胡什么！父亲和家的主人有交情，特意提前预定，带来尝个新鲜的。”                                                                                                             “呐！我可是威武不能屈富贵不能y的，别想用家的什么赫赫威名来吓。”小魔喝口菊花茶，清甜的滋味里，舒心的笑下。看在方亦城的眼里，竟然阵恍惚。                                                                                                             他清咳声，尴尬而坚定的开口，“小魔，关于上次的事，们得好好的谈谈。不能骗，的心里还有顾烟，个中原委和没有关系，所以不能因为个委屈。还是那个立场，只要不嫌弃。”他的眼在灯光下泛着柔和的光，看的小魔阵阵的火大。                                                                                                             心里还有顾烟？人家眼里都没有，更何况是心！方亦城，你怎么b我还贱呢？！                                                                                                             小魔觉得自己，找到十六七岁时不服任何人事物的叛逆心态。季小魔，b不过个已经人和心都在别人身上的子？                                                                                                             不信。                                                                                                             “不嫌弃的话，你就怎样？和我交往，还是要娶我？”                                                                                                             方亦城平和的：“随你。”                                                                                                             温和的语气听在小魔的耳里，就好像针催化剂。她心里那只叫倔强的怪兽张牙舞爪的爬出来。                                                                                                             “方亦城，不如我们打个赌。”她微笑着，把他心如si水随便折腾的神se尽收眼底，顿时小宇宙熊熊的燃烧起来，“一年为期，我赌年之后不再si心塌地的ai顾烟。”                                                                                                             方亦城“哦”了一声，仿佛是有兴趣，笑语宴宴，“赌注呢？”                                                                                                             “我还没想好，这样吧，要是你输了，你答应我一件事。我输了，也一也样。”