The bright beam of light was projected on them. When Xiang Rumo saw so many people, there was panic in her eyes. She didn't know where to look with her erratic eyes. She nervously rubbed the floral flowers on her gauze skirt and walked slowly.
Go down the spiral staircase.
The guests could not help but whisper——
"These twin sisters are so similar!"
"However, I think the one in black is more beautiful, elegant, solemn, and charming. But the one in white has a dull look in her eyes and lacks a trace of aura."
One is the rose that blooms at night, gorgeous and attractive. The other is the daisy that blooms in late autumn, quietly drifting away.
Nangong Han walked towards Xiang Yimo, held her hand naturally, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, as softly as a feather, "You are so beautiful today."
She smiled brightly, like a flower blooming, brilliant and beautiful. When she turned around, Xiang Rumo was nowhere to be seen.
"That's weird, where did my sister go?"
"Maybe you're not used to so many people, so you should hide somewhere where there's no one around!"
A pure white stretched Bentley parked in front of Bonanna's mansion, and the security guard immediately stopped it.
The black car window slowly moved down, and he stretched out a hand with a delicate invitation card between his fingers. "Can I come in?" The cold voice revealed a hint of impatience.
The security guard immediately verified the invitation card, opened the iron door, and the car drove slowly in. Detection instruments were installed on both sides of the door, emitting a faint green light. Suddenly the beam turned red and made a rapid beeping sound.
Four security guards immediately stopped the car and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, you are carrying a weapon. Please leave it to us for safekeeping first. We will return it to you when you leave!"
"When did that guy Nangong Han become so cowardly!" Chu Zhanjin snorted coldly and threw a pistol out of the car window, "Can we go in now?"
"Please!" The security guard gave way.
The gentle breeze swayed the treetops, making a rustling sound. The moonlight swayed the shadows of the trees, making them mottled and picturesque.
The surface of the swimming pool was rippled by the evening breeze, as delicate as silk, breaking the bright moonlight and spreading starlight over the pool.
A figure dressed in white is sitting by the swimming pool, with long curly hair shawl, arms hanging down, and stirring the water in boredom. The side face is bright and white, with no expression on the face, and the eyes are empty, silent in his own pale world, not knowing where to go.
.
Chu Zhanjin held his breath and concentrated, walked lightly, walked over slowly, and suddenly hugged her from behind, "Mo'er!" He called out in a deep voice, full of magnetism.
Xiang Rumo's whole body trembled. She seemed to have heard this voice somewhere, and it felt familiar. She was stunned for two seconds, suddenly woke up, and struggled in fear, "Let me go, don't touch me!"
"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" Chu Zhan frowned, let go of her, and looked at her carefully with sharp eyes, "Aren't you Mo'er?" With such a similar face, if this white dress were worn in Hunan,
Yimo's body is like a fairy who can't eat the fireworks of the world, but there is only fragility and helplessness in her body.
"No, no!" She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
Chu Zhanjin already knew in his heart, "Are you Xiang Rumo?"
Her eyes suddenly lit up and she raised her head, "Do you know me? Do you know what kind of person I was before? Do I know anything about me?" Xiang Rumo's fear comes from the paleness of the past, not knowing the past, as if
A building doesn't know what its foundation is. The higher it goes, the more frightened it becomes, fearing that one day the past will overwhelm it and cause it to collapse in an instant.
"Have you forgotten?"
Xiang Rumo shook her head, "I don't even remember!"
"You used to..."
"Sister, you are here!" Xiang Yimo hurried over, her skirt flying like thin petals swaying in the air.
Chu Zhanjin stared at her intently. No matter what clothes she wore or what makeup she put on, she could not hide her fresh and elegant temperament, "Mo'er."
"Why are you here?" Xiang Yimo was confused by his appearance. When could Nangong Han be so generous and invite his love rival to celebrate her birthday?
"I didn't climb in through the wall!"
"Did Nangong Han invite you?"
"One of my business partners received an invitation card, and I exchanged a contract with him. Are you still angry about what happened last time?"
Xiang Yimo shook his head, "I have to say that your behavior is very childish. However, my sister was not harmed. I don't want to mention this matter again in the future."
"Happy birthday!" Chu Zhanjin looked at Xiang Yimo with his deep eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to carve her every frown and smile deeply into the depths of his mind.
Xiang Yimo smiled slightly, "Thank you!"
Chu Zhanjin raised his hand, and the man who was following him immediately handed him a document bag, "This is your birthday gift!"
"this……"
"I haven't given you a birthday in so many years. I hope this gift can make up for the missing birthday gifts for so many years." This should be the last birthday gift Chu Zhanjin gave her.
"Let me see what you gave my wife!" Nangong Han suddenly appeared behind Xiang Yimo, swept the floor, and snatched the document bag from Chu Zhanjin's hand.
As soon as the document bag was opened, a key fell out, with a delicate rose pendant hanging on it. What was left was a thick stack of documents with white paper and black characters.
Nangong Han took a cursory glance and found out that the ownership of Rose House was transferred to Xiang Yimo, as well as many real estate properties and equity interests. His face became darker and darker, and he couldn't figure out the intention of Chu Zhanjin's move. His lips were thin.
As soon as he lifted it, a muffled sneer came out, "Boss Chu is really rich and powerful. He gave half of the Yamaguchi Group to my wife as soon as he made a move!"
"Chu Zhanjin, why did you do this?" Xiang Yimo frowned, "This birthday gift is too expensive, I can't accept it!" She stuffed the thick contract and keys into the document bag and handed it to
he.
This was the only thing he could do for Xiang Yimo before he died, but she angrily refused to accept it.
"I'm just fulfilling my previous promise and giving you the best life."
Nangong Han put his arms around Xiang Yimo's waist and took her into his arms affectionately, "Please understand that she is my wife. I am responsible for her happiness and it has nothing to do with you!"