This snow was the same as when Jiang Yushu came to Paris to look for her. He was wearing a black coat and sat on the wooden chair she often came and went. The snowflakes fell on his shoulder, wrapped in silver. He patted the snow on his shoulder and waited for her for a long time...

"Emma, ​​Miss, why are you crying?"

Wang Mei, who walked in, looked at Zhuang Mingyue sitting on the ground. At first, she was stunned and didn't know what she was thinking.

Suddenly, tears fell on her face, and she walked over with concern.

"Emma, ​​what can you do?"

Wang Mei was busy trying to wipe her tears. Zhuang Mingyue came back to her senses and realized that she was a little out of control. The back of her hand wiped away the tears from her face, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Wang Mei noticed the person in the album in Zhuang Mingyue's hand, "Emma, ​​who is this? Why do you look so beautiful when you grow up?" He didn't feel satisfied with just looking at it and picked it up and said, "He looks so beautiful, like a fairy."

Zhuang Mingyue: "She is my mother."

"No wonder, the eldest lady looks very fairy-like."

No one knows except the old servants of the dealer before, the former mistress of this villa, Yan Qingcheng.

Zhuang Mingyue whispered, "Mom, I have always been a very gentle person..."

"She likes painting and peony flowers..."

Once, Yan Guhong planted a large area of ​​peony flowers in Qingcheng Manor for his mother. When the season was in full bloom, peony flowers were blooming in the entire manor at a glance.

Zhuang Mingyue said a lot to her, as if she was telling her own thoughts to someone.

She is the only person who can speak around Zhuang Mingyue, a villa in Nanyuan.

This was the most talked about by her, and it was the first time that her emotions were relieved of pressure since she had been suppressed for a long time.

"No wonder the eldest lady likes to draw. It turns out that she did so much because of the wife. What about the wife... what about the wife later?"

"She... passed away when she gave birth to me."

"Madam...Mr. is back." The servant knocked at the door and reminded.

Wang Mei immediately stood up from the ground. The eldest lady was easy to talk. She could be at will without a master in front of her, but that person was not good. His eyes could kill someone. Every time Wang Mei saw him, her heart trembled.

The car for the exhibition banquet was parked outside the yard and walked into the entrance.

"Sir, good afternoon."

"Where is the madam?"

The servant replied, "Mrs. I am upstairs and I have used breakfast upstairs, and I have never come down."

"Yeah." Zhan Yan responded, raised his legs and went upstairs.

In the baby room, Zhuang Mingyue stood on a stool and hung the photo himself, while Wang Mei handed the photo frame beside her, "Miss, be careful, don't throw it away, I can't afford to pay."

Zhuang Mingyue: "I will be careful, don't worry.

Wang Mei glanced at the man standing at the door, Zhan Yan waved his hand, Wang Mei understood it, and quietly stepped back. Zhuang Mingyue stood on the stool and looked at the photo, "Did you help me see if it's wrong?"

The banquet: "Just right."

Zhuang Mingyue looked sideways and Zhanyan appeared silently in her sight.

Zhan Yan seemed to be curious about the photos hanging on the wall. His attention was all on her. Zhan Yan stretched out his hand and said, "Why don't you leave this kind of thing to the servants? What if you fall down, it won't hurt?"

Zhuang Mingyue glanced at his hand, and she put her hand on the palm of his hand. His generous palm wrapped him up and helped her off the stool.

Seeing that she did not refuse, Zhan Yan's mouth curled in an undetectable curve.

Zhuang Mingyue also arranged all the photos in full. After looking around, she was quite satisfied.

"You're not going to the company."

"Wouldn't you be freed up for more time at home to spend with you?" Zhan Yan reached out to tick her hair, and his fingers slashed her skin's snow-white kiss marks, "Does it still hurt?"

Even though Zhuang Mingyue was calm, she could not resist his shameless words. She knew what Zhanyan was saying.

He patted his hands with a hot face and said in a calm tone: "Thank you, the relationship is much better."

A 'Thank you' made Zhan Yan frown, "Thank you? After so long, can't you adapt?"

This fire came inexplicably, and Zhuang Mingyue's eyes looked calm, "You care about me, I shouldn't say thank you? Don't vent your anger outside."

Zhuang Mingyue pulled her hand away and turned around, but the strong strength of her wrist was pressed against the wall. Zhan Yan's eyes were filled with anger. He lowered his head, "When will you learn to be smart? You know what I want is not you, thank you."

Zhuang Mingyue: "What you want is my body. Do you know you have already obtained it? What else do you want me?"

He was staring at him and was uncomfortable all over.

Zhanyan: "Apart from the body, Mingyue...didn't you always know what your brother wants?"

She likes to pretend to be confused.

The show is about when she likes to pretend.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't speak anymore because she knew that she would never get any benefits in front of him.

"I understand, I will listen to you well. If you don't like it, I won't say it in the future." Zhuang Mingyue changed the topic and said again: "If there is nothing else, I'll go see the child."

"No hurry." Hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhan Yan reached out and picked Zhuang Mingyue up and walked to the bed. A panic appeared in Zhuang Mingyue's eyes. He grabbed the collar of his black shirt on his chest, "It's not dark yet, can it be done at night?"

Zhan Yan looked down at her and smiled, "What can I do tonight?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her head silently and did not speak.

A beast in clothing.

But after all, she was thinking too much. Zhuang Mingyue was held on his lap and took out a ointment from the cabinet. There were obvious signs of using it on the ointment.

Zhan Yan squeezed out a little with his hand holding her shoulders, lifted up the hem of her casual pajamas with his other hand, and was about to reach in. Zhuang Mingyue shamelessly clamped his legs. It turned out that this was what he meant!

"I'm already well now and it doesn't hurt at all." Zhuang Mingyue was controlled by him and could not move at all.

"It'll be fine in a while." Thinking of her body, she cried and begged for mercy on him. Her delicate appearance made people unable to stop. When the banquet Wuming got a burst of desire.

Zhuang Mingyue felt the sudden hardness and was facing her position. Zhuang Mingyue didn't dare to move, but after the second Zhanyan had already kissed her, she took the opportunity to put her hand in from the bottom of her skirt.

Zhanyan felt wet and his breath became thick and thick. He kissed her a few times, looked at her again, with a terrifying fire burning in his eyes.

"I still say it doesn't hurt, I'm stubborn!"

"It's swollen! It needs to be rubbed, and it will be fine soon."

"Show the banquet, let go!" Zhuang Mingyue's face was blushing with a hurry.

"Be good, be obedient!"
Chapter completed!