Golden Diamond Rich family: Supreme Emperor's darling

Xia Yanxin was stunned for a moment and reached out to turn off the TV. Will Tang Feifei commit suicide? This is really beyond her imagination. Although she is really frustrated at work, she can still get along with her beauty and several bosses as long-term meal tickets. Isn't that her previous life? After thinking for a long time, she couldn't understand. Finally, she simply didn't think about it. Anyway, people like Tang Feifei also suffered for themselves.

"By the way, Xiao Mo, where are you from?" Xia Yanxin asked while eating cookies.

Xiao Mo smiled, "I'm an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage and don't know where my hometown is?"

"Oh... I'm sorry! In fact, we are quite similar. "

"You're an orphan, too?" Xiao Mo turned her head and asked. She didn't seem to be interested in snacks. She just listened attentively to Xia Yanxin's speech.

"Not an orphan, but almost. I was a child who grew up in a single parent family. I lived under other people's eaves with my mother since childhood, and suffered from other people's eyes and humiliation. " Xia Yanxin was stunned for a while.

Xiao Mo nodded in silence, "finally, now I have grown up and don't have to live that kind of life."

"Yes! I'm a reporter. I run all over the world all day. How about you? What do you do in s city? "

Xiao Mo thought seriously for a while, "I'm a coach in a fitness center!"

"Wow, that's good! No wonder you have such a good figure! Have a chance to teach me to exercise! "

"Hehe, your figure is also very good. You don't have to practice!"

The two girls are similar in age, but there is no obstacle to communication. They have a lot of common languages... Xia Yanxin is in a very good mood to have a fitness coach as a cohabitant. At least she is not afraid of thieves

Compared with Xia Yanxin, Xiao Mo speaks less clearly and seldom talks about her own things. Xia Yanxin occasionally asks her about work-related things, which she always ignores or takes lightly.

At ten in the evening, Xia Yan Xin was tired. After making a mask, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

In the hazy, there was a mobile phone ringing. She suddenly woke up and opened her eyes. Sure enough, a human shaped thing stood vaguely by her bed. It seemed to bend down slowly and come to her with both hands. In the dark, I was very frightened to see this picture.

She grabbed the pillow and threw it directly at the shadow: "ah... Get out!!"

"It's me..."

Xiao Mo's voice came from the darkness. Xia Yanxin quickly turned on the light. Sure enough, Xiao Mo was standing in front of her, but she was wearing a black tights, which made people feel strange.

Xia Yanxin breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm dizzy. What are you doing standing by my bed in the middle of the night? Scared the hell out of me! "

"Oh, I just saw that the mask on your face didn't tear off. The mask has been pasted on the face and is not good for the skin, so I want to come over and tear it up for you."

Xia Yan Xin stretched out his hand and touched her face. The moisture in the mask had been dried up. She was tightly bound to her face. It hurt a little. She pulled it down and threw it into the garbage basket at the head of the bed, rubbing her face.

"I'm sorry... Thank you. It's twelve o'clock now. Don't you sleep yet?"

"I'm a night owl and can't sleep! Under normal circumstances, I can't sleep until one or two o'clock in the morning! "

"Oh... OK!"

There was a false alarm. Xia Yanxin was sleepless. She was in a cold sweat. She took a bath towel and went to the bathroom... When she came out after taking a bath, she just saw Xiao Mo's back push open the door and go out. She was wearing a set of black tight clothes, and she seemed to have a knife cover around her waist. Xia Yanxin is lost in thought. This little Mo is really interesting.

At the weekend, Lei Zijia stood on the beach with a picture clip in front of him and a brush in his hand.

Xiaokui is his model, holding a puppet in both hands and looking at him with a smile... All around is quiet, only the rustle of the nib across the paper.

Shen Xiaoman holds Wu ya, who has lost her milk, and stands quietly in the distance to watch... Lei Zijia's physical problem is not big. He doesn't need much careful care except for daily infusion of some nutrient solution. However, he likes her food very much. Now, it's better to be his cook than his special care. However, Shen Xiaoman is very satisfied that she can go back to school to continue her studies. Not to mention being a cook, even if she sells herself as a slave to him, she is willing... Because she is happy with him.

Like a person is like this. As long as he is in sight, her heart is stable, happy and carefree, like a bird flying freely under the blue sky and white clouds.

"OK..." Lei Zijia finally finished painting.

Xiaokui came over and looked, "Wow, it's so beautiful... Brother Zijia's painting is great!"

Shen Xiaoman also came up and took a bottle of mineral water, "thirsty?" By the way, I glanced at the sketch. It was really good.

Xiaokui is beautiful and naturally full of youth... She is a little envious. Lei Zijia's painting is very good, especially the portrait sketch, which makes the characters full of spirituality. Unfortunately, he never painted a sunflower, as if there was only one sunflower in his eyes.

Lei Zijia had sweat on his forehead, took a sip of mineral water, smiled and asked Shen Xiaoman, "would Xiaoman like to be my model?"

"Me, can I?" Shen Xiaoman has some inferiority complex. She never dared to associate herself with the word model, even if she is not so fat now.

"Well, you go and change a skirt... In Xiaokui's wardrobe, there is a white fluffy skirt and a pair of pink candy shoes. Go and put them on!"

Shen Xiaoman was very excited, "OK!" Turned and ran a few steps back, smiled and asked Xiaokui, "that's your skirt. Can I wear it?"

"Well, go! I'll give it to you. Anyway, I have too many clothes to wear. " Xiaokui said very generously. In fact, Lei Zijia bought a lot of clothes for her. Three or four wardrobes were full, and he seemed to prefer Princess skirts. They were all white, although they were very high-grade and beautiful. But she doesn't like it. She prefers to wear sexy clothes. Anyway, I don't like it. Just be generous and give it all to Shen Xiaoman! Anyway, Shen Xiaoman is not beautiful and has no temperament. Wearing that kind of princess skirt is estimated to be like a native girl and can't go on the table. It's just enough for Lei Zijia to see her make a fool of herself.

It was a half hour after Shen Xiaoman had be long in coming. It was probably the first time she wore such a dress. She looked very awkward. But she could see that she had deliberately dressed herself, her shoulder length hair slanted to the side, her lips painted with light lipstick, her cheeks smeared with a little cheek, and her messy brows were clean and neat.

She ran to Lei Zijia with her skirt. Her pretty face was still a little red. After a long time, she slowly put down her skirt and held her hands rigidly. Her eyes looked shy and uneasy.

Seeing that Xiaokui and Lei Zijia were very shocked, she was a little anxious, "isn't it ugly? I'll change it! "

Lei Zijia stepped over and stopped her, "no, not ugly... Not ugly at all, Xiaokui... No, Xiaoman! Stand here. "

When Shen Xiaoman appeared in front of Lei Zijia in that white princess dress, Lei Zijia was shocked. The pure and lovely little girl in her memory suddenly became fresh and came out of time.

"Brother, is Xiaokui beautiful?"

"Brother, Xiaokui wants you to see Xiaokui grow up!"

"Brother, Xiaokui wants to be her brother's bride when she grows up! My brother should take Xiaokui's hand and walk into the Holy Church, and insert roses in Xiaokui's braids. "

Yes, this face, this facial features, and this petite appearance are completely nine year old Xiaokui.

"Brother Zijia, what are you doing! Draw quickly! "

Seeing Lei Zijia staring at Shen Xiaoman, Xiaokui was jealous and stretched out her hand to pull Lei Zijia. Lei Zijia woke up, "OK, draw it now!"

Xiaokui's appearance has been painted hundreds of times. It's already ripe and rotten into his heart. He picked up his pen and painted it... Although his face is calm, his heart has long been full of questions. Why does Shen Xiaoman look like Xiaokui in his childhood?

"All right! Come and have a look! " Lei Zijia put down his brush and Shen Xiaoman flew over like a happy bird.

On the drawing paper, is that beautiful and innocent girl really her? Shen Xiaoman opened his eyes wide and could hardly believe it. After a long time, he said blankly, "it's a good painting! It's a pity it's not like me! "

"Silly girl, it's you! What is not like? "

"Hehe... You say it's like! Can I have this picture? I want to take it back and hang it in the bedroom! Watch it every day! " Shen Xiaoman was so excited that she was painted for the first time.

"Well, yes, but I have to deal with it. I'll give it to you when it's done."

"Uh huh... So it's late now. I'll cook dinner for you." Shen Xiaoman's heart is full and he is happier than his payday.

Shen Xiaoman walked in front happily, while Xiaokui fell far behind and walked side by side with Lei Zijia.

Lei Zijia saw Xiaokui and kept silent, "Xiaokui, what's the matter with you? I haven't spoken for a long time? "

Xiaokui looked sad. "Brother Zijia... You said that if you didn't find Shen Xiaoman within a year, you would give her up. But now that I have found her, do I want to be with her forever? "

Lei Zijia smiled, "Xiaokui! I'm sorry! I owe Xiaoman! "

"But you also owe me!" Xiaokui's eyes are red.

"Xiaokui, you are my sister..."

"No, it's not. I don't want to be your sister. Brother Zijia, I like you. I like you from childhood to most. I want to be with you. I want to be with you!" Xiaokui suddenly came forward and hugged Lei Zijia and took the initiative to kiss his lips

Shen Xiaoman ran half foolishly. Suddenly he remembered that the bottle of mineral water fell on the beach. He turned back to look for it. As a result, she just saw Xiaokui kissing Lei Zijia. She was stunned on the spot.