I Really Like That Guy!

Ten years later, the Ning family villa.

The beautiful woman was carrying a piece of clothing in her hand, chasing a little girl carved in pink and jade, and circling around in the huge room.

The little girl looked like four or five years old. The one who ran with short legs was a fast one. The woman was wearing a dress and a long skirt, and she didn't catch up with her for a long time.

Tired of chasing, the woman stood abruptly, and roared with her hands on her hips: "Ning Xixi, stop for me!"

When the little girl saw that her mother had stopped, she also stopped, standing not far away, shouting, "No! Xixi doesn't wear that skirt! Xixi has to wear pants like her brother!"

The woman, that is, Arlo, said angrily, "Is the skirt not good-looking?"

Xixi tilted her little head and said in a tender voice, "It's good-looking, but Xixi wants to be like her brother."

The little guy is the ultimate brother-in-law, and he likes the older brother six years older than her the most. No matter what he does, he must be with his brother.

Today is the eldest son's tenth birthday party. Seeing his brother put on a handsome little suit, Xixi will also wear a small suit.

At this time and half, where did Arlo go to find a suitable suit for her?

"Xixi, isn't it bad like your mother? Look at how beautiful this dress is." A Luo didn't want to bother with a child, so he used his remaining patience to coax her, "and brother's clothes are made to order, you have to wear them if you want. Made to order, Xixi is good, today is my brother's birthday, doesn't Xixi want to dress beautifully?"

Xixi stood there without speaking, as if considering whether to wear it or not.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man in a suit walked in.

"What's wrong?" he asked aloud.

A Luo was relieved when he saw her husband, shoved the skirt into his hand, and told him the story again.

The children in the family usually listen to Ning Xuan's words. A Luo is a loving mother, and she seldom disciplines her children so strictly that she has no prestige at all.

Ning Xuan was different. After seeing him discipline her child, A Luo realized that he had been merciful when he disciplined her back then.

Xixi suddenly became a good baby in front of her father, Ning Xuan just said a few words with a straight face, and she obediently ran over to apologize to Arlo, and asked Arlo to put that little skirt on her.

The banquet outside has already begun. This birthday banquet was very big, and many people from all walks of life were invited to participate.

A Luo held Ning Xuan's hand and walked out with his little daughter. His son Ning Jue had long been taken by his grandparents to visit some relatives and friends.

Seeing her brother from a distance, Xixi immediately let go of her mother's hand and went to find her brother.

A Luo watched her run away, and when she saw that she had successfully reconciled with her parents, he withdrew his gaze with confidence.

As a result, when he turned his head, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a young girl who was talking to someone not far away, and her eyes suddenly stopped.

After taking a few glances at the girl, Arlo turned to look at the man beside him.

The man is tall with long legs, and a well-cut suit embellishes his perfect figure, with wide shoulders and narrow waist like a walking clothes hanger.

Ten years have passed, but his face has not been stained with the vicissitudes of the years. Instead, in the infiltration of time, the once sharp eyebrows have become deep and reserved, and the handsome face is like the old wine that has passed through the years, mellow and elegant, full of mature flavor.

Aware of her gaze, he lowered his eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"

A Luo scratched his palm without a trace, nodded his chin in the direction of the girl, and said, "Look at that girl, how is it?"

Ning Xuan followed her gaze, his eyes fell on the girl's face for a second, then he calmly retracted, and asked, "Is there anything special about her?"

A Luo: "Didn't you find she looks a bit like me?"

Ning Xuan looked at the girl over there again, this time with two more glances, when the other party suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

The girl was stunned for a while, and then she lowered her head shyly under his gaze.

Ning Xuan's expression was calm, and he turned his head calmly and said, "A little bit, but the shape of the eyes is a bit similar."

A Luo looked at him carefully and asked tentatively, "How do you feel when you look at her?"

Ning Xuan asked her back, "How should I feel?"

The two looked at each other, and in his dark eyes, Arlo could only see his own reflection, so clear.

She suddenly rolled her eyes and smiled, shook her head and said, "It's alright, just ask."

The man's black eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips were hooked, not revealing the small thoughts that were clearly on her face.

During the banquet, people came to greet the two from time to time. Most of the people who looked for Ning Xuan were his partners. Over the years, Ning Xuan's company has become bigger and bigger, and it has entered the ranking of the richest people in China.

A Luo is different. There are all kinds of people who talk to her. She is now a well-known screenwriter and author in the industry. At the banquet, there are fellow authors, screenwriters, and some celebrities. When you see her, you have to call Mrs. Ding.

Because the circles of the two sides did not overlap, A Luo did not want to listen to Ning Xuan talking about business with others, so he separated from Ning Xuan.

After finishing the conversation with a friend, Arlo went to the toilet. On the way back, he suddenly heard a coquettish female voice.

"Mr. Ning, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

A Luo paused and walked forward slowly, and saw the man frowning, his face was a little ugly, and the hem of his black suit was stained with a little wet wine.

In front of the man stood a beautiful girl, the one the two of them had seen before. She couldn't help apologizing with a pale face, as if she was quite frightened.

A Luo didn't say a word, just looked at them not far away, but the man suddenly looked up at her as if sensing something.

"Wife, looking for you for a long time, so you are here."

Almost instantly, his dark eyes suddenly lit up, as conspicuous as a lamp lit in the dark night.

The man didn't even look at the girl, he walked quickly to Arlo, raised his hand to hold her wrist, he was obviously in his late 40s, but at this time he behaved like a fluffy boy who just fell in love.

He dragged Arlo to the hall and said, "Xiao Jue is going to cut the cake, your mother can't be absent."

The two passed by the girl, and no one looked at her, as if she didn't exist at all.

The girl bit her lip as she watched the two walk away, a trace of unwillingness and deep envy flashed across her eyes.

In the luxuriously decorated hall, with the lights dimmed, a giant cake tower was pushed out, and ten candles were lit on it.

Around ten years old, the handsome young man, surrounded by his parents and elders, made a wish and blew out the candles in the sound of congratulations.

In the warm yellow candlelight, the family looked so warm and harmonious.

Everyone present, no matter who they were, couldn't help showing envious expressions at this moment.

Less than a month after the birthday party, Arlo went to visit her husband at the company one day, and suddenly saw a familiar face pass by him.

The other party should have recognized A Luo, his face turned pale, and he called out "Miss Ding" in a low voice.

A Luo remembered her, the girl at the last banquet was also the heroine in the original book, Lu Qianqian.

"Why are you here?"

Lu Qianqian bit her lip, looked a little sad, and answered cautiously, "My family... something happened, so I came here to work."

A Luo nodded slightly and didn't ask any more.

She actually didn't care about the plot, but when she saw Lu Qianqian, she couldn't help but wonder if Ning Xuan would have a different feeling for her under the influence of the plot.

Facts have proved that even in the world formed by the novel, the characters in it are not controlled by the plot.

Rather than saying that these protagonists and the world are formed because of novels, it is better to say that novels are just a record of the world and the lives of the protagonists.

The text of the novel records the fragments of some people's lives in this world. When someone knows all this in advance and changes the future development, the original plot will be useless.

In the plot, Ning Xuan would take care of Lu Qianqian because of his similar appearance, but when he didn't lose his lover, Lu Qianqian became an ordinary person.

After separating from Lu Qianqian, A Luo came to the president's office, Ning Xuan had a meeting in the conference room, and she went to the office by herself.

After sitting for a while, the man pushed the door and came in, and was stunned when he saw A Luo.

A Luo wore a formal suit today, a standard suit and a hip-packed skirt, revealing a section of fair and slender thighs, with a thin layer of black stockings wrapped around them.

She rarely dresses like this, at least Ning Xuan rarely sees it.

Ning Xuan said in surprise, "Wife, who are you?"

A Luo approached him with a smile, raised his hand and pushed him onto the office chair, then sat on the man's lap, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said condescendingly, "Husband, do you think we have a seven-year itch?"

Ning Xuan's dark eyes were dark, and his slender fingers climbed up her waist and said, "I don't think so."

His attitude towards her was the same as before, and he could still toss her out of bed the next day. She asked, did she despise him for being old and not enthusiastic enough recently?

A Luo coquettishly: "Oh, you have to cooperate with me!"

Ning Xuan: "..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed, "Okay, yes, I feel a little bit." When he spoke, his hands were already restless.

Arlo said solemnly: "I think we need to change the way we get along!"

Ning Xuan nodded casually: "Well, change, you say."

"I'll be your secretary next? You'll be my boss in the future, and I'm the little secretary who had to sell my body to you when my family went bankrupt..."

Ning Xuan understood as soon as he heard it, the little wife must be looking for inspiration for writing again.

He picked her up and said with a smile: "Okay, Secretary Ding, since you sold your body to me, it's within your scope to solve the boss's physical needs, right?"

A Luo: "Oh wait, I haven't finished speaking yet..."

In the lounge next door, the man threw her onto the bed, exhaling hot breath, and said hoarsely, "Don't worry, speak slowly, it will take a long time..."

The sky is bright outside the window, and the room is charming.

Their time is still very long.

[Compassionate and compassionate Buddha child x quirky little demon girl]