The night is getting dark.

There is no light in the bedroom. Ye Mianmian is lying on the bed with Mu Chenxing in her arms. She tells Mu Chenxing a story.

In the middle of the story, there was a slight knock on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me. Are you asleep?"

Murong Hao's voice came.

"Not yet..."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"OK, just a moment!"

Ye Mianmian fumbled out of bed and put on his clothes.

Turning his head, he still whispered to Mu Chenxing, "baby, it's nine o'clock now. Mom has something to do first. Can you sleep by yourself?"

"Well, yes!"

"All right, good night!"

Ye mianmianmian kisses Morningstar's little face, then opens the door and comes out.

Close the bedroom door.

She lives on a higher floor and has no sense of what's going on downstairs.

At this time, after walking out of the bedroom, I heard music downstairs, which seemed to be a Christmas song.

"You just fell asleep?"

Murong Hao is very close to her. She can smell that Murong Hao has faint perfume and the fragrance of roses.

"You have flowers in your hand?"

Asked Ye Mianmian.

"Yes, it's for you..."

He handed over a bunch of flowers, and she fumbled and held them in her hand.

Fingers can feel the fresh petals, with a strong fragrance.

"It's a rose. There are nine..."

"Great

"But I can't tell if it's a red rose or a champagne rose..."

"Just like it. Color doesn't matter."

"Poof, didn't you ask me to help you? How can you send me flowers? "

"It's Christmas, don't you remember?"

After Murong Hao reminded, ye Mianmian exclaimed, "isn't it summer? I'm still wearing a long skirt

"Yes, Christmas in Australia is the hottest day of the year. It's also the busiest time of the year in our manor. There are many programs tonight. Let me take you to play

"But Morningstar, I'm afraid it's not good to be alone?"

"It's all right. It's so late. It's time for him to go to bed. I'll call a babysitter to watch him

Ye mianmianmian thinks that Murong Hao's life may not be over a few Christmas, and this year may be the last one.

This did not refuse him, he took her hand downstairs.

At this point.

On the first floor, Xia Zhiwei holds her arms and looks around.

Rich family is not the same, every festival when the Spring Festival, decorated very ceremoniously.

Lin Xibao follows Xia Zhiwei. Looking at the guests tonight, she is at a loss.

"Cousin, there are too many guests tonight! Mrs. Murong has no time for me. "

Xia Zhiwei originally asked Lin Xibao to help Mrs. Murong make tea, entertain guests, chat with guests, and fight for Mrs. Murong.

But Lin Xibao just couldn't do it. He was clumsy and very shy. He couldn't speak.

After breaking three teacups of Mrs. Murong, she was dissuaded.

In fact, Xia Zhiwei can see that Lin Xibao is not the material to marry into a rich family and become a young grandmother.

This girl is young and shallow, and she can't be all-round.

However, she just can't stand the feeling that ye Mianmian is held in the palm by Murong Hao.

Once, after several attacks by Ye Mianmian, her resentment did not subside for a day.

She wants to trample Ye Mianmian under her feet, and... If ye Mianmian can die in an accident, she can get all her mother's inheritance.

At this time, as soon as she looked up, she saw Murong Hao holding Ye Mianmian carefully and walking down the revolving stairs.

Ye mianmianmian only wore a two-piece dress in the color of champagne. Her long hair was tied at the back of her head at random. Her face was not powdered and her mouth was not even red.

But still beautiful and lovely.

Some women, especially those with good skin and bright eyes, are also very beautiful.

The leaves are more and more beautiful.

Although her eyes can not see, but a pair of eyes are still very big and bright, but when looking at things, some at a loss, unable to focus.

Murong Hao's eyes have been staring at her, this look, let Xia Zhiwei think of once Mu Hanchuan, is also so gentle looking at Ye Mianmian.

Are these damned men blind?

Murong Hao looks very handsome in his white suit tonight. He gently and carefully holds the woman around him, with a light smile on his face. He explains the story of Christmas to her all the way, which makes Ye Mianmian laugh.

Lin Xibao pulled Xia Zhiwei's skirt, "cousin, I'd better avoid it!"

"Avoid what?"

Xia Zhiwei hates that the mud can't support the wall. She pulls Lin Xibao and pushes her away from Murong Hao.

"Young master Murong, do you think Xibao is very beautiful tonight?"

Xia Zhiwei said with a smile.

Murong Hao raised his head.

Lin Xibao is wearing a red evening dress with a small V-neck, which makes her very sexy.

At this time, when he looked at Lin Xibao, Lin Xibao blushed and called timidly, "Murong Hao!"

"Oh, here you are. Go and sit in the living room! There are drinks over there... "

After all, the visitor was a guest. Murong Hao said hello to others.

"Good!"

Lin Xibao answers and is about to turn around. Then she is caught by Xia Zhiwei.

"Master Murong, Xibao wants to dance with you! You are the master here. Don't refuse

Xia Zhiwei said with a smile.

Ye mianmianmian didn't want to occupy Murong Hao's too much time, so he said, "you go dancing, I'll have something to eat!"

"Well, sit here and wait for me. I'll come in a minute."

"Well, good!"

Ye mianmianmian holds the table and sits down on the chair.

Her eyes can feel the light, and she can look where there is light.

He reached out and fumbled for a glass of red wine on the table and took a sip of it himself.

At this time, Xia Zhiwei saw Murong Hao and Lin Xibao dancing on the dance floor.

She quietly went to the dark, put some powdery objects in her hand into the wine glass, and then shook it gently.

After confirming that no one saw her, she handed the glass to a maid beside her.

"I'll wait for your young master to finish his dance and send him this glass of wine. It's from his wife."

When the maid took the glass, she obviously felt heavy in the palm of her hand. She looked down and saw a pile of money under the glass.

"Here's your tip!"

Xia Zhiwei smiles and turns away.

Ye Weiwei's eyes narrowed slightly. She thought of Mu Hanchuan

So she took another sip from her glass. The more lively the occasion was, the more she thought about him.

After drinking this glass of wine, she picked up the bottle and poured another one for herself. At this time, a hand suddenly reached out and took away the bottle in her hand.

"You don't drink well, don't drink any more!"

It was a man's voice, familiar and deep.