Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

There are clusters of flowers, gorgeous, and enchanting in all kinds of colors, flowing in the sun with gorgeous colors, which also set off Jiang Manxue's side face more delicately.

People are more delicate than flowers, but that's all.

It's just that there is no smile on her delicate cheeks at the moment, only pale, broken hopelessness.On the white drawing paper in front of him, only a few outlines were drawn, the color was very light, and there was no strength. On the ground was a pencil with a broken tip, faintly decadent.

Jiang Manxue covered her cheeks with her hands, her shoulders shrugged slightly, like a little beast licking its wound.

The breeze lifted the hem of her clothes, and also the corner of the drawing paper, rattling, strangely peaceful.

Suddenly, someone broke the tranquility.

Fu Qingye's voice suddenly came, "Jiang Manxue, what are you doing sitting there? Didn't I tell you to change quickly and come down to eat?"

Jiang Manxue put down her hands covering her face and looked sideways.I saw Fu Qingye standing in the yard, looking up at her. He had already changed out of his sportswear, and he was wearing a striped white shirt. His hair was wet, it should have been washed just now, and there were fine drops of water On the top, with a moist atmosphere, the sunlight reflects the fine light.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and come down." Fu Qingye said again, raising his chin, with sharp edges and corners, and faintly arrogant lines.

Jiang Manxue stood up from the easel like a startled little animal, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be down right away."

She rushed into the bedroom from the balcony, and lifted the gauze curtain at the door sideways, casting a faint shadow, thin, thin, and faintly evading.

Standing in the yard, Fu Qingye kept looking at the balcony, at the flowers competing with each other, at the easel, and at the snow-white drawing paper on the easel that was faintly blown by the wind...

The light in his eyes sank little by little, faintly deep, with solemnity and contemplation.

After Jiang Manxue rushed into the bedroom, she quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. She was surprised to find that there were all kinds of skin care products used by women in the bathroom. There is perfume.

It's a pity...Jiang Manxue is a person who doesn't take care of herself very much. She still can't tell the order of using the essence and cream, so she hastily glanced at the bottles and jars and automatically skipped them.

After washing up, she wanted to take off her pajamas and change back into her own clothes, but unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Manxue hurriedly ran to open the door, saying, "Come here, I'm already here."

She originally thought it was Fu Qingye who came to urge her, but when she opened the door, she was a little surprised. There was a Filipino maid standing at the door, a young round-faced girl who looked about eighteen or nine years old.

She smiled and said: "Hello, I'm Chen Xiaolu, Guer Chen, the little deer who bumps into me in my heart."

Jiang Manxue shrank her shoulders a little embarrassedly, "Oh, hello, I am Jiang Manxue, the ginger of ginger, and Manxue means heavy snow all over the sky."

Chen Xiaolu handed her the bag in his hand, "Come here, here are your clothes, please change into them, just take off the pajamas and put them on the bed, I will collect them later."

Without waiting for Jiang Manxue to reply, Chen Xiaolu nodded at her, smiled politely, and turned to leave.

Jiang Manxue looked at her back. She was wearing the uniform clothes of the Filipino maid in Fu Zhai, but her figure was very graceful, like a lily, with a delicate fragrance, especially the back when she was walking, the curves were round and swaying, a kind of in between The innocence between girls and women.

The temperament is very unique, not like a Filipino maid at all.

Jiang Manxue couldn't help admiring in her heart, the Filipino maids in Fu Qingye's family are so amazing.

She watched Chen Xiaolu walk away, then closed the door and went back to the bedroom to change clothes. It was a one-piece gauze dress, pure black, but the gauze skirt was covered with sparkling crystals, shining brightly in the sun. The color is so beautiful that people can't help but hold their breath.

The hem of this skirt is not long anymore, unlike Jiang Manxue's previous skirts, it is not as long as her ankles, but only knee-length, revealing her long and straight beautiful legs.

She hadn't worn such a short skirt for a long time, which made her a little uncomfortable, and always felt that her legs were cold when she walked around.

Jiang Manxue couldn't help but want to tug at the hem of her skirt, and went downstairs awkwardly all the way.

At the dining table, Fu Qingye was already waiting.He was reading financial newspapers, all of which were in English, exuding a scent of ink. There was an old-fashioned gramophone on the dark brown walnut counter beside it. It looked old, but it was well preserved. Bronze tones, faintly gilded.

The first impression of this phonograph is that it is expensive, and it is a valuable antique.

Music is playing on the gramophone, a very old song, the most popular song among the luxury and money fans in Shili Yangchang back then - evening primrose.

"The south wind brings coolness, the nightingale sings softly, and the flowers under the moon fall into dreams..."

Li Xianglan's original voice is slightly sharp, but beautiful, and a kind of old glitz suddenly spreads over the surface.

As if in old Shanghai, the Paramount was full of voices, the dancers were wearing rose red cheongsams, the forks of the cheongsams were open to the thighs, they were seductive and seductive, Li Xianglan sang songs, the air was full of petals and feathers, and Mixed with the smell of red wine and cigarettes, slightly smoky, luxurious...

In this most flashy place, there is a man sitting at the table, his profile is perfect, cold and charming, but there is also a sense of 'gorgeous', although men should not use the word 'gorgeous' to describe him , but couldn't find a better word to describe him.

Because it is so beautiful, too perfect cheeks, cold and noble.

This is Fu Qingye.

His soul carries the glitz of the old days, but it is not decadent at all, on the contrary, it is expensive to the bone.

He didn't smoke, but he seemed to emerge from the smoke, bit by bit, breathtaking.

Jiang Manxue stood there, unconsciously staring blankly.

The record on the gramophone was slowly turning, and Li Xianglan's voice was soft and long. Suddenly, Fu Qingye shook the newspaper. The sound was small, but it shook Jiang Manxue back to her senses.

She bowed her head in embarrassment, the tips of her ears were flushed, and her eyes were filled with annoyance.

It's shameful, it's so embarrassing, she stared at a man in a daze!

Mingming had seen him many times earlier, but for some reason, she was still attracted. Maybe Li Xianglan's voice on the phonograph was too dreamy, which made her have this delusional illusion.

Fu Qingye's wrist trembled slightly, and the newspaper rustled. He wanted to turn a page and continue reading, but his eyes caught Jiang Manxue inadvertently.His phoenix eyes raised slightly, his eyes froze slightly...