I was spoiled after marrying a wealthy man

"Young mistress, didn't I say that these are the prohibitions of the Beiming family, you can't ask!" Xiaoyue suddenly became serious.

After Xiaoyue finished speaking, she closed her eyes and went to sleep, and stopped talking to me.

She broke the rules of this family. If she didn't say anything, she was afraid that I would misunderstand her young master.

Maybe it's because I'm weak, or maybe it's because Xiaoyue is with me, but I can really fall asleep.

When I fell asleep again, it was already bright and I felt much better. Xiaoyue suggested that I go to the restaurant to have breakfast and do some exercise.

I followed Xiaoyue out of the room and walked downstairs into the courtyard of Beiming's house. At first I was restrained and uneasy, but then I was attracted by the house in front of me.

This is a typical European castle-style building, with magnificent decoration, spacious lobby, luxurious furniture, bright candlesticks, flickering candles, warm fireplace, and uniformed servants.

"Hello, young lady!"

"Hello, young lady!"

As Xiaoyue walked along, many servants stopped to say hello to me.

Not long after, Xiaoyue had already led me to the restaurant.

There were six maids, divided into two rows, standing on either side of the restaurant.

When I arrived, they bowed to me.

The dining table was in the middle of the dining room, long enough to seat twenty people, with a fireplace at the end.

At this moment, the firewood was burning vigorously, very warm, even a little hot.

I sat down and a servant brought breakfast.

There were so many people standing next to me, and I felt uncomfortable eating. In Ruoda's restaurant, there were obviously so many people standing, but the only sounds were the clinking of dishes and my chewing.

Kind of embarrassing.

"Master, good morning!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly there was a loud wave of young master's voice, which scared me to the point of choking.

"Clap~"

In my panic, I bumped into the dishes on the dining table and scattered them all over the floor.

I hurriedly lowered my body to pick it up.

"Young lady, let me help you."

Xiaoyue, who was not far away, hurriedly came to help me and then helped me up.

When I sat down again, a man had already sat down at the other end of the table.

This is the first time I saw Bei Mingyu in a brightly lit place.

He wore a silver mask on his face, which looked completely different from last night. His eyes that were originally dripping with blood turned into a pair of eyes as deep as obsidian. His rotten hands also became strong and white. , slender.

The slender and straight body, the cold aura that was born from birth, and the noble temperament in every gesture, are very attractive.

What a noble and refined man, with nothing to do with the slightest bit of terror.

If it weren't for the terrifying eyes dripping with blood, and if it weren't for the pain from the blood-sucked lips, I would have suspected that I was hallucinating last night.

The servant placed a plate of exquisite steak in front of Bei Mingyu. The servant wanted to help him get a napkin. He waved his hand to signal the servant to step back and he wanted to do it himself.

The servant stepped back. Bei Mingyu picked up the napkin, shook it gently, put it on his lap, and then started to pick up the knife and fork to eat.

When I was in school, I worked as a waiter in a five-star hotel for living expenses. I saw all kinds of men eating Western food with knives and forks, but those were incomparable to the Bei Mingyu in front of me. Watching Bei Mingyu eat, it seemed like he was A visual feast.

The slender white fingers danced gently, cutting the steak gracefully and skillfully.

The sound of chewing was very soft, but it didn't make anyone feel girly at all. Instead, it reflected the man's delicacy and nobility.

The silver knives and forks reflected dazzling light under the light, echoing the strong silver mask on the face.

The tiny bits of hair scattered on the mask, instead of being an eyesore, only add to the aura.

Although Bei Mingyu's eating movements were elegant and delicate, he was not slow. While I was watching blankly, he had already put down his knife and fork.

Putting down the knife and fork, Bei Mingyu picked up the napkin on his lap, wiped his lips gently a few times, put it down, stood up and left.

The man came in, ate, and left in one smooth motion. As for me at the other end of the long dining table, he seemed not to have seen me.

"Young lady, why don't you eat it? Isn't it delicious?"

It wasn't until Xiaoyue next to me came up to ask, that I came back to my senses from my daze.

"no!"

I waved my hands hurriedly, my face burning.

He lowered his head and hurriedly picked at the food in front of him.

After this breakfast, in addition to my fear of Beimingyu, I also felt curious.

Curious about why he got sick, curious about why his eyes were bleeding, and even more curious about his face under the mask.