This sentence makes it seem like she is the hostess here.
The large living room has a unique decoration style. One of the walls is mainly purple, and the rest are pure white.
The leather sofa is placed in the center of the living room. It is as dark as the owner and exudes a silent and unruly atmosphere.
"Sit wherever you like. You don't need to be too restrained when you come to my place." Yang Shao hugged the woman in his arms and sat directly on the sofa.
The maids brought several glasses of fresh fruit juice and placed them on the coffee table.
Wen Jiedi took a look, took a cup and handed it to Xing Yuanmi. His eyes fell casually outside and said with a smile: "The weather outside is nice, why don't we all visit together?"
"No problem." Mr. Yang snapped his fingers, and a woman in light blue came forward. Mr. Yang's voice sounded faintly: "Go and prepare the afternoon snacks."
"Yes, Master." The light blue woman lowered her head and responded, then turned around and went about her business.
The sun is warm, and the fragrance of lavender is missing here, but it is filled with the fragrance of other flowers.
Mr. Yang's private villa is large enough to visit for nearly two hours. The sunshine was still there until about four o'clock in the afternoon.
The setting sun was dim, and a group of people were sitting on special seats on the lawn, staring at the sky and stepping on the grass. The gentle wind blew by their ears, raising their long black hair.
In front of me is a white swing, swaying alone in the wind. I suddenly think of that night of Christmas in my mind. It’s almost half a year ago, right?
As if everything happened yesterday, not far away is a vast world of flowers and plants, with roses blooming red everywhere.
Under the sun, there is a unique enchantment.
Young Master Yang was chatting with Wen Jiedi, the smile on his lips was quietly fixed. However, his eyes were looking for something until they landed on that slender back, and his blue pupils contracted slightly.
Under the sun, her figure was elongated diagonally, and her long hair was flowing. She looked like a goddess, clean, beautiful and elegant.
He stood up suddenly. Naweier looked at him in confusion and shouted softly, "Young Master Yang, what are you doing?"
Yang Shao did not answer, but put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked forward with an elegant and noble pace. His blue eyes looked bright under the dim sunset light.
Man Ningning was sitting on the swing, tiptoeing gently, the swing swayed slightly, and her eyes fell quietly on the fiery red roses.
A faint, uneasy feeling slowly flowed throughout my body.
Behind her, she didn't notice the man's presence at all. It wasn't until the swing began to swing more violently that she exclaimed. When she looked back, her eyes were intertwined in the air.
His long and narrow blue pupils were filled with amusement.
"Hey, stop." Man Ningning shouted displeasedly, her long hair rippling slightly as the wind blew.
Suddenly, Mr. Yang grabbed the chain of the swing and his breath approached from behind, "Are you scared like this? You are really very timid."
The voice was sarcastic, not covering up at all.
"Do you know how funny this is?" Man Ningning jumped down from the swing, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the looks of Meng Yajing, Na Wei'er and others.
It wasn't a strange look, but it was enough to make Man Ningning blush. The entanglement between them was clear to everyone who was doing it.
Even Na Wei'er knew to some extent that the woman Yang Shao had been entangled with was Man Ningning. She was also the photography director of Yipin Magazine.
For Naweier, I don't know whether she is lucky to be photographed this time. Or not lucky? However, according to the current situation, she only feels angry in her heart.
Man Ningning looked at Mr. Yang and frowned slightly, "I remember that day you said that I am not even qualified to be your friend. So, in that case... I think you should have a good relationship between us.
Sort it out.”
"Clear it?" Young Master Yang raised his handsome eyebrows, his thin lips raised charmingly, and said, "I gave you a chance to become my... woman."
The last two words were spoken very softly. Young Master Yang suppressed his smile, and a hint of melancholy flashed through his eyes.
Man Ningning lowered her head and laughed softly, "I said, there is really no possibility between us." Her voice was still firm, just like that night.
Young Master Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to say something when he saw Na Wei'er walking over with a raised eyebrow, "Young Master Yang, dinner is ready."
She came over coquettishly, hugged Mr. Yang's arm as usual, leaned close to her, and looked at Man Ningning. She was obviously smiling, but there was a knife hidden in her smile.
"Miss Man, let's go together." Na Wei'er said with a smile, as if she was the hostess here and it was natural to greet her.
In fact, the intimacy between them is really like that of a young couple.
Man Ningning just smiled faintly and responded softly.
The sunset slowly descended under Hengshan Mountain, and darkness gradually filled the sky.
In the luxurious restaurant area, I enjoyed a quiet dinner, which was very rich, real British steaks and freshly squeezed beef ruts delivered from the cattle farm.
After enjoying the meal, the maids led them to the guest room.
Obviously, I have to rest here for one night before I plan to really go back next year.
The huge villa, including the rooms, was chic and elegant. After Man Ningning, Xing Yuanmi and the others said hello, they each went back to their rooms.
When I closed the door, I suddenly found that the room was filled with a faint smell of lavender.
The lights in the bathroom are brightly on, the bathtub is filled with hot water, and purple lavender is floating on the water, which is still very fresh lavender.
Man Ningning looked at it blankly, and suddenly her phone rang. When she opened it, she saw that the caller ID was Mr. Yang. She hesitated slightly and answered the call.
"Woman, are you satisfied?" Mr. Yang's voice sounded low on the phone. His blue eyes were sitting on the rooftop, looking at the light shining from the distant high-rise buildings.
"I think... you don't have such a need. For me... you don't need to put any thought into it." Man Ningning walked into the bathroom, with the faint smell of lavender filling her nose.
If she hadn't watched herself standing in the bathtub, she would have almost thought that she was still immersed in the exotic customs of Provence.
Young Master Yang listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, raised his thin lips into a smile, and tapped his fingers on a glass round table, making a sound.
"Woman, no, I have a feeling that you really don't look like a woman. No matter who it is, I think they will be touched by the warm reception from others, right?" Young Master Yang's voice revealed a hint of playfulness and joking.
Man Ningning laughed lightly, "I'm so sorry. I'm not one of your women, so naturally I won't be touched."
"Very good..." Yang Shao held the phone, a slight flame burst out, and he was so angry that he smashed the phone to the ground.
In an instant, the phone split into two halves. It was obvious that the force was very strong and the ground was very hard.
Na Wei'er was walking out of it when she saw the mobile phone lying on the ground. Her heart suddenly felt painful, but she still smiled like a flower and walked out with her graceful body, "Young Master Yang, what's wrong?"
Her eyes glanced lightly from the mobile phone on the ground, and a hand was casually placed on Young Master's shoulder. A smart woman knows how to please a man.
Naweier looked at Yang Shaowei's frown, wondering what could make him so angry? This was the first time she had seen him angry.
Even if he is usually unhappy, it is just indifferent and low-spirited.
However, the bloodthirsty aura on Yaoji's face at this moment made her slightly stunned.
Suddenly, Yang Shao's hot palm covered Naweier's hand, and he pulled the woman closer to his arms, as if he had just taken a shower.
There is a scent of roses on my body, a strong... lingering smell.
Generally, roses belong to enchanting women, because they bloom with fire and dazzle. Only dazzling women are truly suitable for the scent of roses.
Na Wei'er snuggled into Young Master Yang's arms, reached out her hands and climbed onto Young Master Yang's neck coquettishly, and whispered softly, "Why don't you let me take care of you to take a bath? The servant has put the water in just now. What do you think?"
It is easy for men to fall for women's tenderness. Although Yang Shao was furious, he did not refuse Naweier's kindness.
There was a faint mist in the bath, and Naweier unbuttoned Young Master Yang's clothes. Her naked body was dimly illuminated by the light, making her look even more charming.
As Yang Shao entered the bathtub, the water overflowed slightly. Naweier put her jade-white fingers into the water, caressed Yang Shao's body, and slowly pinched her shoulders.
Gently, loosen and tighten, absolutely comfortable.
The air was full of the smell of lavender. After Man Ningning took off her clothes, she saw a charming body in the mirror, brushing against the water and testing the temperature.
When Man Ningning immersed herself in the bathtub, her whole body relaxed.
Even though she only spent one day working these days, it was enough to make her feel very tired. However, she didn't know whether it was the body or the mind that was tired.
There is always something blocking me in my heart, making me unable to breathe.
It's like the calm before the storm, with a hint of uneasiness.
Her long hair is entangled like a snake and floating in the water, and her beautiful body is sinking in the water, revealing every trace of her charm.
Unknowingly, Man Ningning fell asleep with her eyes closed.
Naweier massaged various parts of Young Master Yang, and every inch of her kneading was a temptation. Even before her debut, she had never served any man.
And now that she has become famous, there are too many men who can please her with their attentiveness. No one can enjoy such a massage at this moment.
However, Young Master Yang was treated differently.
Everything is done willingly.
Suddenly, Mr. Yang stretched out his hand and pulled Naweier, without any precaution against the sudden movement, she fell into the pool, choking slightly.
When he poked his head out, he met Young Master Yang's incomprehensible gaze. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his lips, "Young Master Yang, how are you?"
"Is it bad?" Yang Shao clasped her chin behind his back and stared closely at her. The mist in the air was rippling. Na Wei'er was lying on Yang Shao's body, her long hair floating on the water, so charming and alluring.
Especially when Naweier is wearing a silk sleepsuit that sticks tightly to her body, she is full of charm and charm.