Yuanyao moved slightly, her soft blanket fell, and her long brown skirt pressed her concave convex figure. Because of her sleeping posture, the skirt skirt moved up, and her delicate ankles exuded light similar to halo dye.

She turns leisurely to wake up, the Mou light takes misty, some of the misty didn't respond.

"Sorry to wake you up!"

Wen Muyan's gentle voice sounded low, with endless doting.

Yuan Yao looked out of the window and said, "are you there?"

The voice is a little hoarse, soft and perceptual.

Wen Mu Yan nodded, and his lips curved deeply.

Yuan Yao let out a "Oh", brushed her hair, put aside her blanket and stood up from her chair.

Coffee color close fitting skirt, fishtail skirt trailing, the body is dotted with bright diamonds, graceful, just like a mermaid.

Yuan Yao walks slowly to the door of the room, opens the door in person, and the servant at the head of the door greets him.

He bowed his head respectfully and stood beside yuanyao.

Yuan Yao didn't speak, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

Standing in front of the cabin door, the servant made a gesture to the camera.

The engine room door opened slowly. Different from the warm yellow light in the engine room, the dazzling golden sunlight fell on yuanyao. Gradually, when the engine room door was opened, the golden sunlight enveloped yuanyao and made her independent.

The flowing eyes slowly swept the scene under the cabin, the long lost air, the long lost place.

If she could, she really didn't want to go back to this place.

She said goodbye to everything here five years ago.

Wen Muyan said that everything has come back, she does not need to avoid anyone.

She has to prove that everything here, she really has put down, she now, nothing to fear.

Wen Muyan walked slowly to her side and put a coat on her shoulder.

Yuan Yao turns her head and looks at Wen Muyan with her eyes shining. Her lips are slightly hooked.

Wen Muyan hooked her slender waist and stood side by side with her, looking at the airport under Kyoto with her.

"Soon."

"Yes."

Yuanyao nodded.

If she can, if not, here, she has to come back.

Home is here, friends are here, she can't just want to escape a person, abandon all.

"Five years later, when I came back here again, I felt a little excited in the face of familiar and strange people and things."

Wen Mu said and laughed, holding Yuan Yao's hand on his lips and kissing gently, "don't worry, I have everything."

Yuan Yao said with a cool smile, "Duke, I have nothing to fear now. Don't think of me as too delicate!"

"Don't call me that again..."

Yuan Yao's cunning smile.

"You may never know how thrilling it was when I first knew who you were! Why did the heir of Britain's first hereditary aristocrat go to China to become a star

Wen Muyan shrugs. As long as yuanyao is interested in this problem, she will always tease him.

One eighth of the blood of the first Duke of the British nobility was flowing from him. At that time, because his grandfather insisted on marrying his grandmother of Chinese nationality, he almost lost his position as the first Duke. In the end, it was because his great grandfather took out the promise made by the royal family at that time that he finally let his grandfather marry a civilian of Chinese nationality.

Although the grandmother is a Chinese civilian, she is smart, gentle and amiable, noble etiquette, and only Chinese women's unique temperament, which soon won the favor of the royal family.