Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Leng Heng walked down from the third floor of the large yacht and walked to Chang Mian's side: "Master, everything is ready."

But Chang Mian was worried, he jumped up, climbed up to the large amusement hall on the third floor, and even checked the suite on the top floor carefully.

In the large amusement hall, he held a white brocade handkerchief in his hand, casually wiped the corner of the wall, and frowned, "There is a layer of dust, clean it again."

Then I personally checked that champagne, fruit, and even a hair on the red carpet were not allowed.

When he arrived at the suite on the top floor, he looked at the bed made of rose and lily petals, and at the scented red candle with a diameter of three centimeters beside him. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and turned around.

Finally, push open the glass window, and a salty ocean breeze greets you.

He stood there, checked the angle of view with his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Control the position of the boat at night, I will lie on the bed, and I can just see the lighthouse there." Chang Mian pointed to the lighthouse on the tall building in the distance: "Got it?"

Leng Heng took notes seriously.

This is really the first time for Master Chang Mian to be so devoted to a birthday party, and his face is lightly happy, and his mood is unprecedentedly joyful.

It seems that Miss Xin, subtly, has really changed Young Master Chang a lot.

Bit by bit, I usually don't notice it, but really, it's changing, slowly, quietly, changing...

"When the guests board the ship at night, give me a strict inspection, and no reporter is allowed to sneak in, otherwise, I will ask for you."

Chang Mian walked out of the suite as he spoke, and stood in front of the guardrail of the large yacht. Under the sun, his whole body exuded a light of "I'm in love", but it seemed that someone didn't notice it.

He looked at the blue sea in the distance, with a touch of uncertain excitement in his heart: "Leng Heng, tell me, if I hold a birthday party for Shang Shang, will she dance happily?"

Leng Heng listened to the words and nodded: "Master Chang, that is necessary."

"Hehe, not necessarily..." Chang Mian's delicate and handsome face, covered by the sun, flashed a light smile: "Don't look at that woman in Changshang who is usually docile and obedient. In fact... ... I gradually figured it out, her heart is hardened, she behaves one way on the surface and another on the other side, and she is not so easy to tame."

However, so what.

"Even if she is a thousand-year-old tortoise who always likes to hide in her shell, I will melt her thick shell into water. I see how she can be as calm as water without a shell in the end... ...I just want her to accept me in her heart, even if she refuses, I will force it in."

He wants her to struggle like him, to be happy because of him, to be sad because of him, and to be affected by him;

He wants her to be as confused as he is, resisting and compromising, repelling and approaching, some roads, he wants her to explore with him.

There was a look of bewilderment on his cold face.

I don't understand what Master Chang's words mean.

Chang Mian's back was facing Leng Heng, with a fair and clean face, with a gleam of determination, he was bound to win.

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Chang Chang put on the violet knee-length skirt and eight-centimeter high heels, and was wearing the delicate and beautiful pearl necklace in front of the mirror.