Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

Xiaoyuan rushed to the basement and found that it was still the Mercedes-Benz that Uncle Wang drove to pick her up. As far as she knew, the car was rationed to Uncle Wang by Weizhuang, who is not usually the driver of Weizhuang. She was stunned, opened WeChat and listened again. That's right, Wei Zhuang said that she was already waiting for her in the basement downstairs of her community...

She pulled the car door suspiciously, and immediately met a pair of dark and deep eyes, a strand of black hair drifted to her cheeks with the little wind of her car door opening, covering the flashing of her earrings, and falling on her lips.

Xiao Yuan's heart jumped violently.

Sit in and bring the car door. She didn't realize that she was doing these actions, and smiled, "Why are you here?"

She felt that the whole person was alive, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her, leaning her face against her shoulder.

Wei Zhuang's eyes moved slightly, she moved manually, and she had the urge to reach out to touch her face. She did the same. She raised her hand and slipped her cheek with her fingertips, "Come to me?"

Xiao Yuan's breathing paused slightly, her long hair wrapped around Wei Zhuang's neckline, and her heartbeat was also rippling. She hummed softly, bringing her face closer to the woman.

The car started, and at this moment, Uncle Wang looked at the rearview mirror of the car as if consciously, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away quickly.

When Yu Qiuse walked to the basement, she heard the sound of the car moving. She followed the voice and saw the license plate number vaguely. She immediately took out her mobile phone and turned on the camera when she was about to take a photo. Her wrist was held by someone.

Xiang Zhishi's face appeared in front of her, and he frowned, "What are you taking?"

"Just curious," Yu Qiuse shrugged, "I'm curious about where Xiaoyuan is going."

"She goes to her friend," Xiang Zhishi said solemnly, "She is an artist just like you. Please respect her privacy."

He glanced at the phone. The camera had just turned on and nothing was captured. He was still worried and turned to the photo album to check it.

Watching his movements, Yu Qiuse sneered, "Would you like to see Yunyun too? Where is the network disk?"

"What kind of friend is so mysterious?"

Xiang Zhishi looked up at her, handed the phone back to her, turned around and walked back without saying a word.

Yu Qiuse stared at him, bit her lip suddenly, followed up, and said bitterly, "Sure enough, only your sister is the most precious, Xiang Zhishi, do you have a sister-in-law complex?"

Xiang Zhishi glanced at her. That glance was all her unreasonable blaming, and he didn't stop. He was tall and long, and he quickly left her behind when he got to the elevator and pressed the button.

Yu Qiuse chased up angrily, "You promised, you said you would compensate me."

"I agreed. I said that as long as your request is not excessive, I can agree to you, provided you don't pull Xiaoyuan in."

"I hate her! I hated her the first time I saw her! We used to be together, how happy we were at that time, forming a band together, writing and singing together..."

During the summer vacation of the first and second year of high school, he was her tutor. She fell in love with him at first sight and was admitted to his school. On the day he graduated from graduate school, she gave him a box of love letters and confessed to him.

They are together.

Those six months were the happiest moment in her life.

It didn't take long for him to find his sister, and her happiness quickly disappeared.

"I hate her, I hate her to death, I will never forgive her." Yu Qiuse was emotional, his face flushed and his eyes flushed.

"Don't be like this..." Xiang Zhishi held her shoulders and comforted her slowly, "Don't get excited, listen to me, it's my fault, I've let you down, it has nothing to do with Xiaoyuan."

"I still care about you, I can take care of you, but you have to listen to me, I will accompany you to see a psychiatrist..."

Xiang Zhishi frowned slightly, with concern in his eyes. His appearance would give her an illusion-she still has him, she is still in his heart.

Yu Qiuse hugged him, and was about to kiss him on tiptoe.

Xiang Zhishi's eyelashes trembled, raising his hand to block her.

"You care about me, take care of me, why..." Yu Qiuse had tears in his eyes.

"You haven't divorced yet."

"I don't have love with him, it was just that I was too lonely back then. When abroad, I need something to transfer and sustenance..."

"You haven't gotten divorced yet, I can't."

"He has a lover a long time ago. They have a stable relationship. Our family has a lot of business cooperation. Divorce is not my final say."

Xiang Zhishi closed his eyes, his eyebrows were gloomy, "May, please don't embarrass me, I don't want to do anything unethical."

"Immoral? Don't you like me anymore?" Yu Qiuse said in a sad voice.

"I treat you as family."

The air condensed, the elevator reached the negative first floor, and the door opened and closed.

Yu Qiuse lowered his head and walked out without saying a word.

Xiang Zhishi sighed, "I will send you..."

"roll."

"What are you doing while standing? Didn't you say to send me off?"

"Let's go..." Xiang Zhishi walked forward. The basement was relatively shady. He couldn't help but cough. Yu Qiuse stared at her behind him, trying to say something and enduring it...

"Birthday today?"

The car drove steadily and quickly, and the cool night breeze floated in from the window. Xiaoyuan leaned on Weizhuang's shoulder, watching the lights passing by under the shade of green leaves.

From the top of the hair, Wei Zhuang's light and magnetic voice was warm, but it was warm in Xiao Yuan's ears.

"Yes." Xiaoyuan replied softly, smelling the light fragrance of her body.

"Are there any gifts you want?"

Xiao Yuan raised his eyelashes, raised his face slightly to look at her, Wei Zhuang's gaze lowered, and he touched her.

"Think about it."

"Can I have anything I want?"

A strand of long hair was blown to Xiaoyuan’s collarbone, and Wei Zhuang stretched out his hand to brush her away, "As long as I can do it."

After saying this, Wei Zhuang felt the body of the girl in her arms tremble. She was smiling, raising her face, starlight jumping in her black eyes, the corners of her lips curled up sweetly, and there was a hint of naughty in her squiggles. "This is what you said, you have to say it."

There was a few seconds of silence in the car.

Wei Zhuang looked at her silently, and for a moment, Xiao Yuan even felt her face bend down, getting closer to her.

Xiaoyuan thought she was going to kiss herself, but she just reached out and scratched her chin...

Xiaoyuan pursed her lips. What's the matter with this cat scratching?

She doesn't take the initiative to go to Qinweizhuang first, to see who can't help it first! Humph!

"I thought about what I wanted."

On the table in the living room, there is a cake specially made by the chef of Weizhuang for Xiaoyuan.

A cake in the shape of a pink rose, not big, but the cream is genuine cream, Xiaoyuan only dared to eat a little bit.

Wei Zhuang admired the face and ate a small piece-her taste was sweeter.

Xiaoyuan thinks she is really cute.

"what?"

"I want a piece of your jewelry."

Xiaoyuan sitting on the carpet winked and smiled at her.

The cloakroom in Weizhuang's bedroom is very large, and Xiaoyuan feels like it can run in it. Rows of antique jewellery are all in the jewelry cabinet.

The small garden is simply dizzying, just feel that the house is full of drills, and the house is full of money...

Watches in the other row of jewelry drawers.

Some cabinets are equipped with an anti-theft system. Although Weizhuang has closed it, Xiaoyuan still doesn't dare to reach out and touch it.

"Ah, this..." Xiaoyuan was stunned, his mind was a bit stuck, and he couldn't speak, suddenly a kind of "keep away" stage fright.

She ran out of the cloakroom and said to Wei Zhuang on the sofa, "Don't you have any jewelry that is not that expensive?"

Wei Zhuang looked at her suspiciously.

The atmosphere is subtle for a second.

Xiaoyuan was discouraged and ran in again. She didn't dare to touch those expensive cabinets. After scanning around, she saw another cabinet, most of which were expensive brands. She still recognizes these, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"Frances, do you have this earring too? Oh my god, what a coincidence?" Xiaoyuan ran out again happily and came to her. An earring with crystal clear green glaze in the center of the golden petals is cute. Lie down on her snow-white palm.

"I remember I got a pair of cabbage rolls for me before, but I lost them all."

Xiaoyuan dialed his fingertips. This is a Medieval model from the 1950s and 1960s by Chanel. It is a rare model. I didn't expect Weizhuang to have it here.

Wei Zhuang's eyes stopped for several seconds, and then his eyes slowly moved from the earrings in her palm to Xiao Yuan's face.

This was originally hers, not hers.

For some reason, Wei Zhuang didn't say anything. She lowered her eyes, avoiding Xiao Yuan's smiling eyes, and heard the soft noise of her running close to the cloakroom again.

The cloakroom is a leather floor, and the outer room is a spliced ​​wooden floor. The noises made by the small garden running around are bursts of sound, and the air seems to be alive, full of the smell of her body.

Wei Zhuang was in a daze. She thought, in fact, she should pick a few perfumes for Xiaoyuan as her birthday present.

For example, in the small garden at this time, she wanted to pick her with the scent of jasmine, the fresh, clean and innocent scent, the little jasmine covered with morning dew, growing beside the green grass and being raised in the manor.

"I thought about what I want," she ran out, climbed onto the sofa, and threw herself in her arms, raised her face and smiled at her, with snow-skinned red lips, tall nose, and shallow red lips. Hydrating and attractive.

She was wearing denim shorts, with a pair of thin Bai Junting's long legs resting on her own.

"I want you..." Xiaoyuan's white and tender nose wrinkled slightly, the mole of light tea also became playful, and the hair fell on her lips. She didn't notice it, and smiled softly, and the sky was instantly full. The light and fluttering feathers make people's skin itchy.

Pink rose and pink peony, light powdery feeling, smooth skin touch, like falling snow-white milk, fascinating, like a kiss-like smell.

Her "gardeners" said she has a thousand faces, and it really makes sense. Wei Zhuang thought.

"I want you to wear it on your ears now."

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