Traps Of Love

In front of us is a large private lavender field, and in the distance is a luxury wine manor in the style of retro European court.

every detail shows the owner's good taste and wealth.

Mi Xiaoya took a breath and suddenly felt that the 10000 yuan she had just taken from the card in her bag could not be consumed in such a luxurious winery, even a glass of red wine.

Holding the black paper tightly in her hand, she calmed down.

If she wants to find out what part of her memory she lost five years ago,

her intuition tells her that it is better to find this mysterious and dangerous man than to directly question Leng Zetian or Cheng Wanrong's family.

Before Mi Xiaoqin was sent back last time, Leng Zetian had already told her that Cheng Wanrong had asked her to accompany her several times in order to let Mi Xiaoqin marry into a rich family.

Because of the shopping video that Chu Zixuan put on, MI Xiaoqin's reputation is not good on the Internet.

in addition, under the pressure of Leng's group, the business of Mi's family is going from bad to worse, so that MI Xiaoqin begins to "eat whatever he wants.".

Leng Zetian's original words are, "your ambitious sister has long said that she wants to find a big backing, and then she will abandon you."

"How stupid! She's qualified to move even if she's young! "

Then -

someone proves with his actions that only he can eat and wipe

Even if Mi Xiaoya doesn't continue to ask carefully, she can expect that the situation of Mi's family will only be worse than before.

Cheng Wanrong and her unfeeling father have long hated her to the bone.

if she sent her to the door, I'm afraid that before she asked the truth, there would be no residue left.

Mi Xiaoya took a deep breath again, and the sweet fragrance of flowers in the air made her feel much better.

She made up her mind to walk down the path in the lavender field.

No matter the front is Dao Shan, or the sea of fire, she will rush through!

Ten minutes later, MI Xiaoya pushed open the thick mahogany door of the luxury Red Wine Manor.

The door opens slowly, like a passage to another mysterious world.

Sunlight poured into the room from behind her, illuminating the spacious and elegant hall.

No light, the window is also covered, only this beam of sunlight, make the room a little more bright.

Mi Xiaoya walks into the room in a nervous mood. The elegant and elegant furnishings in front of her not only make her feel amazing, but also confused.

Familiar, strange, dangerous, uneasy, just a few minutes, her heart is like riding a roller coaster, not a moment is calm.

Through the rows of towering wine racks, she went deep into the darkness.

It is surrounded by exquisite and amazing floor to floor wine cabinets, with famous wines of different years and origins on each floor.

The fragrance is not only the sweetness of flowers, but also the strong aroma of wine. It seems that if you smell more, you will be intoxicated.

All of a sudden, deep in the corridor, came sweet music.

It's not a crisp piano or a bright violin, but a deep and melancholy saxophone.

The beautiful melody is the familiar "city of the sky". At this moment, it is interpreted as a crying and hoarse melody, which has a kind of powerful magic.

"Who are you?"

Mi Xiaoya's heart jumped to her throat, quickened her pace and ran towards the source of the voice.

In the Grand Hall of the winery, there is no light. The huge retro pattern curtains fall on the ground. They blend with the soft and classical red carpet on the ground. They are as beautiful as a valuable and elegant painting.

Inside, there are endless winding corridors, next to rows of towering wine racks, and the air is filled with the intoxicating fragrance of red wine.

The long and sad melody of the city of the sky comes from the deep of the corridor, just like the intimate words of lovers, tenderly expressing the sadness of missing in their ears.

Mi Xiaoya's heart flopped fiercely. She followed her intuition and went straight, straight, all the way to the corner in front of her.

Although the memory is broken and fuzzy, but her feet are like returning home, she skillfully chose the most suitable road.

At the end of the corridor, there seems to be a hazy light golden sun. Under the colorful glass windows, a tall and slender silhouette is playing the saxophone gracefully.

At a glance of ten thousand years, flowers bloom in an instant.

The wind blows up the broken hair of men's ink color, and the perfect silhouette just like an oil painting is instantly "alive".

Under the golden light, in the melody flowing like a spring, tall and handsome men stand against the light.

Even without a word, the air in the whole room has become thin because of the powerful atmosphere he exudes.

Different from Leng Zetian's overbearing and cold-blooded, his momentum is like water, combining hardness and softness, unconsciously absorbing human soul.

Mi Xiaoya was stunned. The man was only ten meters away from her, but she felt the distance between heaven and hell.Moreover, what shocked her most was that she had never seen a person who could interpret the charm of darkness so elegantly and holy.

Straight long legs, slim rice white tuxedo, a handsome face that can't be seen clearly but has a strong mysterious attraction, and a pair of enviable eyes with slightly closed contour

He must be the black angel who fell into the world.

I do not know how long, the melody of the city of the sky gradually disappeared.

The man moves elegantly to put down the saxophone in his arms, and the gentle corners of his mouth raise the radian of a smile.

He didn't speak. He was waiting for her.

"Who are you?"

Mi xiaoyadun, quiet room, as if the world is only her sudden heartbeat.

"I wait for you.

I look at the dusk of the outdoor,

as I look at the future,

My Heart blinds me.

Why don't you come? We hope that

flowers will be allowed to bloom every minute.

I'm waiting for your steps,

your laughter, your face,

your soft hair,

everything for you. "

In a piece of broken gold sunshine, the man's affectionate and gentle voice, for example, the crying music, is more intoxicating.

Even Mi Xiaoya, who is determined, feels that if he continues to listen for a few more minutes, he will be completely bewitched and lose all directions.

She recognized the poem.

It's a love poem written by Xu Zhimo. It's so tender and touching that the temperament and the mysterious man in front of him complement each other.

There was no time to appreciate and marvel. The strange emotion in my heart once again set off a fierce competition in my body.

Mi Xiaoya pressed the temple hard and felt dizzy.

"Imissyou." low and sweet baritone, magnetic and gentle.

Mingming should be as gentle as the spring breeze, but Mi Xiaoya is trembling all over, a cold rush to his back, inexplicably flustered.

However, immediately after that, a completely opposite feeling rushed to my heart, which was the same missing emotion as the man in front of me, trying to break free from her rational bondage and escape from my mind!