Kiss You, Sweetheart

So a woman who deceives his feelings, why does he waste time on her?

"Enough." He made a sudden noise.

Wang quanen, who was just talking, quickly stopped and looked at the president with fear.

Song Zhixin breathed, biting his cheek coldly, and forced himself to move his eyes.

"Mr. Ye..."

Song Zhixin did not hear that and turned to leave.

He's so handsome that he can't fall twice on the same woman.

***

after several days of haze, the weather has finally improved. The gray blue sky opens a ray of light, and the sun shows a long lost smile. The rare sunshine in winter is scattered from the sky like a golden net, covering all things, making people feel comfortable.

But on the mountain, the cold wind is blowing, with a hint of chill. Ningzhai, built on the top of the mountain, is of Chinese style, showing a simple and low luxury charm.

The business car of the performance company came to ningzhai early and stopped on the open square.

Demi was wearing an orange coat, which made her skin more white. She was about to get out of the car when Huo Chun stopped her: "put on your scarf. It's colder in the mountains than in the city."

Demi Wei Er smiles and goes to pick up Huo Chun's scarf. However, Huo Chun avoids her hand and surrounds her with a beautiful shape. Other colleagues have known for a long time that Huo Chun is different from Demi. The secretary is used to seeing him empty. No one is surprised to get out of the car.

Demi pulled the tassel on her scarf, turned her mouth slightly, and without saying anything, she got out of the car and went to the second floor of the side building to have a rest with the others.

At this time, the guests are not many, a few people get together and take a walk in the garden.

Although it is only early winter, the temperature at the top of the mountain is two or three degrees lower than that in the urban area. However, the air was very good. Demi didn't want to stay in the house, so she wrapped up her coat and went to the terrace to look at the snow in the distant mountains. Connect with the sky, high and deep.

Huo Chun brought her a cup of hot tea: "hot hands."

"Thank you." Demi took it and held it in the palm of her hand.

"Don't say thank you all the time. We don't have such a good relationship." Huo Chun stood beside her, blowing the cold wind with her.

Demi didn't speak.

At this time, the door of Ning house slowly opened, and a yellow Lamborghini came in. The sunlight through the clouds sprinkled on the car body, like a layer of golden light.

Demi couldn't help but look at the car. She felt as if she had seen it before. She couldn't remember for a moment. She didn't think too much about it. She looked away faintly.

She's here, just for the show. She doesn't care whose luxury car she owns.

Which of the guests who can come to Mrs. Ning's birthday party is not of status. But it's none of her business.

She's just a commoner who earns a little bit of the performance fee.

Such a life, once very close to her. Demi calmed down, picked up the tea and took a sip. Warm water, along the throat flow to the stomach, the whole person is warm up.

Until, she saw that person, the whole body's blood, for a moment the son froze.

The first thing she saw was Zhong Xiuyan. Seeing that she looked like herself, she couldn't help looking more. Zhong Xiuyan, wearing a long purple dress and a white mink fur, is extremely luxurious.

She takes song Zhixin's arm and smiles gently. It's very beautiful.