"It's so disgusting, brother. When did she become your sweetheart? You have so many sweethearts out there, and they all know better than her." He Manzi was so disgusted by him that she couldn't eat, and she immediately put down her chopsticks. "I won't eat, I have no appetite."
"Is Manzi pregnant?"
Shen Wanxing looked at He Manzi and asked friendly.
"You're just pregnant! Don't let me catch your little tail."
"That's enough! Don't argue. Manzi, you are an adult now. Don't be as willful as you were when you were a child."
Being willful is cute when you are a child, but being willful when you grow up is annoying.
As soon as the old man spoke, everyone at the dinner table fell silent.
"Ying Rong, how are the arrangements for the birthday party?" After coming back from He Manzi, the dining table has never been quiet. She broke the old man's rule of not talking during eating or sleeping. The old man didn't like her as much as before. Much more.
She is so ignorant.
"Everything is almost ready, and the invitations have been sent out. They are all looking forward to this birthday party. We, Manzi, are twenty-four years old and should have a family. The young master of the Wen family you mentioned also promised that he would. Come."
The Wen family, can they really like their Manzi?
But if he was not interested, why did he agree to this obvious blind date party? It is said that Wenran lives a reclusive life and rarely participates in public events.
When He Manzi heard that he was coming, she became shy and her cheeks turned red.
It was him she was waiting for at this birthday party, and she would not marry unless he was there.
"Don't underestimate the superior and be inferior to others. We will see the situation when the time comes."
Mr. He sees things more clearly than anyone else. How could the Wen family like He Manzi? A mysterious family like the Wen family relies not on business or politics, but on the shelter left by their predecessors, which has protected them for hundreds of years. Respected yet mysterious and low-key.
The only legitimate son of the Wen family can only marry the only eldest daughter of the Lu family.
They didn't even like Lu Chun, the adopted child, so how could they like He Manzi.
Lu Chun was not a bloodline of the Lu family, but the daughter of a family friend of the Lu family. She lost her family at a young age and had no distant relatives. When she came to the Lu family, she was already seven years old, a time when she was sensible. In that year, the biological daughter of the Lu family Lost accidentally. The Lu family proposed to marry Lu Chun and Wen Ran, but the Wen family did not agree, as long as they were directly related by blood.
They attach great importance to inheritance and believe in the inheritance of their parents, rather than having an adopted daughter.
Dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes. Children born to sparrows who live in the phoenix nest are just sparrows with colorful feathers, not phoenixes.
"Brother Wenran must like me."
He Manzi said confidently, "Otherwise, he would not come to such an occasion."
"Cough cough cough..."
"You should go back to your room first."
Mrs. He looked at Shen Wanxing and said with disgust.
"yes."
Shen Wanxing nodded, hooked He Xizhou's sleeves with his fingers under the table, and left him.
Her ruse succeeded.
Mrs. He valued He Chengze so much, so she would definitely not want him to be infected as well.
Shen Wanxing glanced back at He Xizhou with nostalgia. The man's eyes were cold and cold, as if he could see through her heart. Shen Wanxing quickened her pace. She wanted to go upstairs and move all the things in He Chengze's room back, lest Mrs. He would regret it. .
The night is dark.
The rain started pattering outside, pattering on the banana leaves, bringing with it a cool feeling.
Shen Wanxing knocked on the barn door and quietly opened the door.
Man sitting under warm light reading documents.
"Uncle."
she shouted playfully.
He Xizhou turned his head, glanced casually, and fixed his gaze.
She was wearing a black wedding dress, simple and elegant, with a unique temperament. She wore a feather mask on her face, covering half of her face, revealing her white arms and long legs. The black gauze skirt only covered her thighs, like a
An independent black swan.
Noble and incomparably beautiful.
Those clear eyes and delicate chin are even more faintly visible through half of the mask.
Dressed like this, she ran to his room.
"Uncle, we won't be able to dance the first dance at the dance in two days. Now, can I ask you to dance?"
She turned on the old-fashioned record player in He Xizhou's room.
"Only One Step" by Gardel, the uncrowned king of tango, the violin is restrained and low-key, trying to get closer.
She held He Xizhou's hand.
Her eyes were locked on this man, as if he was the only one in her world.
He Xizhou was wearing a suit and looked down at her.
She was like a fairy, dancing around him, passionate and decisive. With the accent of the piano, she spun into his arms.
She raised her head, and her white neck was exposed in front of him. Under the light, the white and smooth skin seemed to be covered with a filter, making it eye-catching.
Shen Wanxing's hands hugged his waist. She was very different tonight than usual.
In this song "Only One Step" she danced heartily, wantonly, and charmingly.
She seemed to be telling He Xizhou that everything in the past was trivial, but now is the real seduction. If she wants to seduce a man, she wants to attract his heart.
That familiar and classic melody echoed in my mind, as if I would never give it my best, there was only one step left.
Just the last step left.
There was only one last step between her and He Xizhou, but it was the most difficult step to overcome, and that step was Lu Chun.
"Do I look good?"
She looked directly at him.
"Uncle, why don't you speak?"
"Get dressed."
"This dress was originally backless." There was a large hollow on her back. When He Xizhou's hands touched it, he realized how cool she was wearing it and how much effort she had put in for tonight.
He Xizhou's eyes were cold, as if he were unmoved, heartless and without desire.
He reached out and took off the feather mask from her face, and saw her pretty face.
"Take off my mask, I am yours. You have to be responsible for me tonight, I belong to you."
Bold and passionate.
Shen Wanxing seemed to have forgotten one thing. She held her stomach in pain during the day and started acting like a monster whenever she had free time at night.
"Are you sure?"
He Xizhou picked her up and put her on the bed.
"You can say it again." He looked at her and said, "It's not impossible during special times."
Shen Wanxing bit his lip, and she pressed against his chest.
"I'm not sure anymore."
She still didn't dare.
"What do you want to do when you are dressed like this?"
"I want to dance the first dance with you, but uncle, your clothes don't match well. I have some spare ones. Can I put them on for you?" Without waiting for He Xizhou's answer, she reached out and started to unbutton his buttons.
Unbutton and take off his suit jacket and shirt.
She designed a couple's dress, and even the details were matching.
She wanted to see He Xizhou put it on, as it seemed that only if he put it on could he prove one thing.
He belongs only to her now.
"I want to dance with you all night." She put on his clothes and looked at the noble and handsome man in front of her. He had a unique temperament that deeply attracted her.
He Xizhou grabbed her wrist and said indifferently, "Seduce me?"