you are deep in the stars

The windows on both sides of the street are filled with golden and silver decorative balls, and the reindeer is pulling a sleigh and galloping from a distance, which is a cheerful atmosphere unique to Christmas.

Before meeting Mr. Han, Christmas was a 215 dinner party day for Bai Xi, and the themes probably included beer, hot pot and barbecue stalls.

And after meeting Mr. Han, the first Christmas Eve, which was supposed to be very romantic, could only be left to waste because it was the day of Mark Lee's dance party.

In the cold winter, going to a party with the theme of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and also shouldering the glorious mission of saving aliens, Bai Xi felt that she could make a fantasy movie in the future.

On the afternoon of the weekend, Han Zhuo picked up the gorgeous ancient Greek-style embroidered gold dress sent by Mark Lee on the sofa, and asked, "Are you going to apply for a hotel doorman?"

"Can you let this suit go?" Bai Xi sat on the carpet, processing company documents, without raising her head, "It's really innocent, and it can't talk."

"No," Mr. Han replied naturally, "because I'm jealous."

Bai Xi turned around with the document in her arms, refusing to join in this kind of meaningless conversation.

Han Zhuo smiled, and leaned against him, continuing to look at the information on the computer—for now, everything in the Zhou family seems to have returned to normal, Zhou Yong went to work normally, and Mrs. Zhou also reappeared in supermarkets and vegetables. Although the market still looks exhausted, it at least shows that Zhou Jing is out of danger, so that she can regain the courage to live.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, making the entire carpet feel warm.

Bai Xi let go of her hands, leaned on Han Zhuo's shoulder and fell asleep, making her dream full of gold.

……

This year's Christmas is very intimate, and it happens to be a weekend with light snow.

The 215 party became just two people, Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen ordered to take out braised chicken, planning to spend overtime to celebrate the festive season.And Liu Chunchun got up early in the morning, bought pork, shrimp and Chinese cabbage from the supermarket, and planned to make dumplings.

Mr. Wang was puzzled by this: "Why do we eat dumplings at Christmas?"

"Well," Liu Chunchun asked, "then what do you want to eat?"

Wang Yuanchen thought about it carefully, and then said doubtfully: "You seem to eat dumplings on any festival." Dragon Boat Festival is rice dumplings plus dumplings, and Mid-Autumn Festival is moon cakes and dumplings. If there is no festival, you have to eat dumplings alone.

"My parents are like this. They eat dumplings during the holidays, but they don't celebrate Christmas." Liu Chunchun patted the flour on his hands, "Otherwise, I invite you out to eat?"

"No." Mr. Wang flatly refused, "I want to eat dumplings with more meat."

Liu Chunchun laughed out his little tiger teeth, and continued to work with his head down.

Wang Yuanchen is holding a Buzz Lightyear water glass, which contains discounted women's soy milk powder - the same style that Liu Chunchun kindly gave to the office. In this cold weather, it is warmer and sweeter than coffee beans from South America.

Compared with this warm little kitchen, Bai Xi's current situation is worse. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ridiculous interior, which combines the ancient Greek mythology style, Baroque architectural style, and five-star hotel doorman. Fantastic dress in style with absolutely no desire to leave the house.

Han Zhuo thoughtfully helped him straighten his collar.

Bai Xi complained, "Are you actually laughing?"

Han Zhuo's facial expression was stiff: "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"I refuse to wear this suit." Bai Xi squatted on the ground, "It has nothing to do with A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Mr. Han is in a good mood and he couldn't wish for it.

The location of the masquerade ball was set in a huge banquet hall. There were 99 long transparent columns standing on the artificially paved Fendai grass. The veils and crystals reflected each other. When the lights were turned on, it was as beautiful as a fantasy forest.

The moment Mark Lee received the call, he couldn't wait to get off the elevator and went to the parking lot to wait for his soul friend. He even held up colorful roses again.

"Can we discuss one thing?" Bai Xi took a step back, "Don't just give me roses, it's very ambiguous."

"But I really love you." Mark Lee said emotionally, and before Mr. Han got angry, he added, "But it is only limited to the resonance of literature and movies. As for the loyalty of the body and love, please forgive me. I can't give it, because it belongs to an elegant and mysterious princess."

"Where is the benefactor you want to introduce to me?" Bai Xi didn't want to share his love story at all, so she asked straight to the point.

Mark Lee was immediately hurt, you at least have to wait for me to finish reciting the light stream of the night and the bright moon, this is the disharmony between businessmen and literature.

Bai Xi pressed the elevator and pushed him in.

During the period from the first floor to the No.18 floor, Mark Lee complained about the dress of his soulmate again, why didn't he come in a gorgeous dress, this white suit really looked like he was going to a wedding, not a prom.

"Because the size is not suitable." Mr. Han answered for him. When he said this, his smile was actually very kind, and he didn't think of threatening the poor director. Ma Keli still had a chill on his back, and silently hid behind Bai Xi.

Han Zhuo: "..."

When the elevator door opened, the actors on the stage were performing. It was the second scene in the forest. The hunters were parading together with the morning light, so that the evil spirits had nowhere to hide, and thousands of golden clouds were sprinkled on the sea. Needle.

Holding the wine glass, Liang Yi said very confidently: "Will Xiaoma really like my outfit?"

"Of course, because you are the fairy king Oberon in mythology." Zhuang Yan reminded, "This is a masquerade ball, not your operating room, please try to be lively, Xiao Ma doesn't like a dead atmosphere."

Liang Yi quickly showed an incomparably bright smile.

The solemn music sounded, and Mark Lee led Bai Xi, and walked through the applauding crowd with smiles all over their faces, as if they were participating in a parade of floats in the forest.

Liang Yi's expression froze for a moment, his eyes instinctively swept away, and he saw Han Zhuo beside the wine table.

"Xiao Ma is coming, you get ready." Zhuang Yan tugged at his sleeve.

"...Who is the man next to Xiaoma?" Liang Yi asked casually, "His friend?"

"Oh, that's Xiaobai, the young owner of Huanchen Group, and I just found out that Xiaoma is still good friends with him." Zhuang Yan said, "He wants to know me through Xiaoma, he sounds like a hard-working young man. "

Liang Yi nodded, and glanced at Han Zhuo calmly, but he didn't move, and his eyes never left Bai Xi.

"Where's the gold master?" Boss Xiaobai asked again.

Mark Lee said sadly: "I hate you businessmen who are full of money."

Bai Xi stomped on his foot without changing his face.

Mark Li brushed and shed tears, because he only wore a pair of very ancient Greek hemp rope slippers, which were no match for Mr. Bai's leather shoes.

"Hurry up!" Bai Xi urged.

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, I have to go say hello first." Mark Lee settled this barbaric best friend in the booth, "5 minutes."

Bai Xi waved her hand and let her go.

Mark Lee held a scepter and solemnly walked towards his mother.

Liang Yi asked in a panic: "The pony is dragging a stick, is he coming to beat me?"

Zhuang Yan sighed with a headache, working overtime every day to watch Shakespeare, why is she still so silly.

"Mom," Mark Lee said.

Liang Yi showed a kind and kind smile.

"Hello, Uncle." Ma Keli nodded, and before Liang Yi could answer, he dragged Zhuang Yan away, "My friend wants to meet you."

Liang Yi: "..."

"Little horse!" Zhuang Yan staggered all the way, dissatisfied, "You child, why don't you have any manners at all."

"Test him." Mark Lee lowered his voice, "Let's see if he won't be dazed by the little girl at the ball when you're not here."

Zhuang Yan emphasized: "Your Uncle Niu is not that kind of person."

"Last time you also said that Uncle Zhu is an honest man, what happened?" Mark Lee said with a fierce expression, "You want to be on the tabloids again?!"

The domineering female CEO immediately said, "I'll listen to you."

Mark Li pressed her on the sofa: "Let me introduce, this is my beloved soul friend, Bai Xi."

"Xiaobai, I know." Zhuang Yan smiled dignifiedly, and resumed her usual noble posture, "Hello."

"Mr. Zhuang." Bai Xi handed over her business card with both hands, and said respectfully, "I've heard Director Ma say that he has support behind him, but I didn't expect it to be you."

"Normal people don't think of it." Zhuang Yan called for three glasses of wine, her tone was very kind, "Xiao Ma didn't want others to know about my relationship with him, and he was worried that those tabloids would write indiscriminately, so this time he was willing to introduce me. Here it is, it can be seen that I really regard you as a good friend, and I ask Mr. Bai to take more care of my son in the future."

While listening to the first half of the paragraph, Bai Xi was still imagining the love affair between the domineering female president and the down-and-out little director. Until the last sentence, all the plots fell to the ground and fell to pieces. He was surprised from the bottom of his heart, but In addition to being surprised, there is also some deep self-examination psychology-this is actually a pair of mother and child?

"Then you know each other, mom, you need to take care of Mr. Bai more when you have business in the future." Ma Keli said impatiently, "It's time for a beautiful dance, please put away your naked money smell, I need big forest Pure fragrance."

"No problem." Zhuang Yan stood up, and shook hands with Bai Xi cordially, "If you need help, call me anytime."

"Thank you." Bai Xi nodded.

Zhuang Yan stroked her hair, turned around and wanted to go back to her boyfriend, but she couldn't find anyone for a long time.

"Isn't it?" Mark Lee gasped, "Been seduced so soon?"

Zhuang Yan gracefully raised her high heels, and once again dealt a fatal blow to her son's ancient Greek right foot.

Mark Lee's blood was spattered on the spot, tears streaming down his face.

After so many years, when will your fault of emphasizing sex and despising me be corrected?