Xia Yinxue felt that her heart was slightly choked, but she could not say a word. She turned around lonely, but ran into a warm embrace. She looked up in panic, her heart throbbed, and her lips moved lightly.
After a moment, "Chen Yao..."
Ling Chenyao looked at her and pressed her shoulders with his big palm to stabilize her swaying body. He looked past Xia Yinxue to the door and said lightly: "When did you come back."
"Just arrived today." Xia Yinxue smiled cautiously and spoke slowly. Just like before, every time she saw this man, her heart would beat crazily and she would even be at a loss.
Ling Chenyao hummed softly and took back his hand. Just as he was about to go downstairs, Li Suyun's voice suddenly stopped him, "Xia Yinxue came back to be engaged to you. It's been so many years. It's not like you don't know her heart...
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Xia Yinxue looked at Li Suyun's haggard face, trembled slightly, and looked at her blankly, "Auntie, this is..." She was scared and panicked, but not happy or happy.
Ling Chenyao snorted coldly and refused cruelly, "I have no such plan for the time being!"
Li Suyun and him had just finished their quarrel, and before the flames of war were extinguished, another one started. She slapped her hand heavily on the armrest, "Then what's going on with that woman!"
Xia Yinxue took a long breath, tears of grievance swirled in her eyes, but she swallowed them down persistently, and walked step by step to Li Suyun: "Auntie, don't force Chen Yao. And Yin Xue doesn't want to get married now. I'll help you back.
Room!"
After saying that, she pushed the wheelchair to another bedroom and left pretending to be proud, but her face showed humility. Li Suyun felt extremely distressed and patted her hand.
Xia Yinxue tried her best to smile and gently raised the corners of her mouth: "I'm fine! Auntie, take good care of yourself."
"good……"
Ling Chenyao stood there in a daze, looking at the slender shadow on the bright floor. He turned around and saw An Qi dumbfounded at the door, with shock on her petite face.
An Qi looked at Ling Chenyao and realized that she was eavesdropping. When she immediately wanted to close the door and go back, he pressed the door handle with one hand and asked coldly: "How much did you hear?"
"A little bit, I can feel that Xia Yinxue likes you. But why are you so cruel..." An Qi didn't know why she was so afraid of this man.
Ling Chenyao raised the corners of his mouth as if, "Cruel? I am cruel to her, but what about you?" As he spoke, he took out a syringe from his waist and moved closer to her step by step.
An Qi fell down on the bed, looked at him, stopped struggling, rolled up her sleeves, and closed her eyes: "Smoke it! Anyway, I have no choice, so I might as well relax and accept it. As long as my mother is good.
"
As expected, Ling Chenyao inserted the syringe into her blood vessel without mercy and drew out a lot of blood before taking it out again. When she opened her eyes, she saw bright red blood dripping out of her arm.
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She immediately took the cotton swab on the bedside and dipped it in medical alcohol to hold it down. She looked at the closed door and smiled bitterly. He should only have eyes for herself and nothing else!
What is the use of this blood to him? Why was he so careful, thinking, and looking at the bedroom with some confusion. He walked to the window and opened the drawer, but there was nothing inside.
I searched the whole big bedroom and couldn't find any trace.
Just as An Qi was searching intently, a faint voice sounded: "What are you looking for?"
An Qi's whole body trembled, and she turned around in panic. Seeing Xia Yinxue standing calmly in front of her, she explained in a squeaky voice: "I..."
"Don't be curious. There are things you shouldn't know, so don't know them. Do you understand?" Xia Yin Xuedan swept the hand hidden behind her back and spoke gently, without any criticism or feeling of superiority.
An Qi's two hands were tightly grasped together. Seeing Xia Yinxue turn around and leave, she suddenly shouted: "You must know why he wants my blood..."
Xia Yinxue's body stiffened for a moment, she turned her head and pursed her lips, but without saying anything, she turned and left the bedroom. The sound of her high heels hitting the wooden floor corridor was like a thump on her heart.
Xia Yinxue's reminder completely aroused An Qi's curiosity, and she was sure that there must be some secret in it.
Thinking of this, she opened the door, walked to the rose garden downstairs, looked at the white flowers in the garden, gently nodded and smelled the alluring fragrance. Slowly she took a step back, squinting her eyes and looking at the house.
Gothic architecture, with its sense of mystery, is almost completely imaginative.
However, things were not as An Qi thought. Although she observed everything everywhere, she found no trace of blood at all.
As time passed, she naturally forgot everything, and got used to such dark days, sitting boredly in front of the window reading a book to pass the time.
The bright sunshine hits the wrist, and the pinprick is clearly visible. It is scary to look at it, but for An Qi, such things have long been accustomed to it.
The door creaked and was pushed open. Zuo Li respectfully served lunch, put down a gift box, and said calmly: "Miss An, this is lunch. In the evening, His Highness asked you to put on makeup and wear this
The skirt is waiting for him in the room."
An Qi didn't look back at Zuo Li and continued to flip through the books in his hand. Zuo Li didn't get a response, so he turned around and walked out of the big bedroom.
After listening to the sound of Zuo Li's footsteps disappearing completely, An Qi glanced at the beautiful brocade box, raised the corners of her mouth with disdain, and suddenly took the chopsticks and started eating her lunch elegantly.
As the sun set, An Qi watched the hour hand point to five o'clock, and then squinted at the beautiful dress. The dress she once wanted most was now placed in front of her, but she couldn't pick it up.
She closed her eyes in pain, picked up the dress and went to the dressing room to change into it. She walked to the dressing table and looked at the woman in the mirror with thin cheeks that almost didn't look like her own. She felt mixed emotions in her heart.
She is exchanging her body for her own life, and it is a life of darkness and pain.
She tied up her straight hair, took the cosmetics, and put on beautiful makeup with trembling hands. When the door was pushed open, she had completely put on makeup, and her originally pale face instantly became radiant.
She felt it was extremely ironic and looked at the tall figure in the mirror, "What do you want?"
Ling Chenyao didn't say anything, just grabbed her wrist, walked out of the big bedroom, went down the spiral staircase, got into the Bugatti, and drove away. The atmosphere in the car was condensed, and no one spoke.
Until Bugatti parked in the underground parking lot of a hundred-story hotel, he coldly said: "Get out of the car!"
An Qi slowly got out of the car, unaccustomed to stepping on her seven-inch high heels, and followed Ling Chen Yao. Suddenly he stretched out his arm, and An Qi looked at him blankly...
"Hang on!" He spat out two harsh words coldly, without any gentleness at all. An Qi wanted to resist, but after hesitation, she still held his arm.
Walking to the door of the hall, the receptionist welcomed the two of them in with a gentle smile.
After walking through the red carpet and arriving at the hall, I saw colorful, elegant dancing, noble crowds, and high-society ladies dressed as stunningly beautiful as princesses. Watching Ling Chenyao and An Qi walk in, they all lowered their heads and whispered something.
Suddenly, a middle-aged lady wearing a blue brocade dress and a woolen waistcoat came forward and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are welcome to come."
Ling Chenyao bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Thank you."
An Qi stared blankly at this elegant way of greeting, then looked at the middle-aged lady and nodded with a smile. The middle-aged lady smiled as brightly as a flower, and took her hand affectionately: "This girl is getting more and more lovely as she gets older. Remember when you have time.
You still have to help me walk a few games. Do you understand?"
An Qi looked at the middle-aged lady hesitantly. Before she could speak, Ling Chenyao had already spoken: "She has been in poor health recently. We will talk about the catwalk in a few months."
The woman Ling Chenyao called Sister Lin looked at An Qi and nodded thoughtfully, "Oh... I understand. Your Highness has always doted on this girl."
"Um."
Ling Chenyao hummed indifferently, took An Qi's hand and walked away, sitting directly on the small sofa. He took the red wine brought by the waiter and tasted it elegantly.
At this time, several men in black suits walked in and looked directly at Ling Chenyao. He held a wine glass and came forward to chat with him and laugh.
An Qi has been living at the lowest level of this society. She doesn't know any of these celebrities from the upper class. She sits boredly on the small sofa and looks around.
However, an enlarged poster caught An Qi's eye through the glass wall. She looked at Ling Chenyao chatting happily with those people, and without thinking about anything, she immediately walked towards the poster behind the glass wall with her skirt in hand.
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When the high heels hit the ground, her mouth opened slightly in shock, and she exclaimed in disbelief: "Oh my god..."
Is that herself? No! It must not be! She has never seen such a beautiful side of herself, never! That confident and arrogant smile, and that queen-like look in her bones.
That beautiful set of fashion clothes wrapped around her body, like the most perfect fit.
After looking at this, An Qi can safely confirm that the person is not her, not her humble ugly duckling. It is a white swan, and it is a princess living in the Princess Castle.
Sister Lin's words still echoed in her ears. What did she suddenly understand? It turned out that she was a substitute, the substitute of the girl in front of her, so who was she?
What does it have to do with Ling Chenyao?
There was also Xia Yinxue's warning, everything was intertwined. Furthermore, it was Yan Xiu's extreme provocation, his crazy move to humiliate her no matter what. In an instant!
She totally understands!
Her pupils were dilated because of fear, and her beautiful and delicate face was full of surprise. A cold big palm suddenly hit her shoulder. She was startled and turned her eyes in fear...