Tang Yue is not Tang Yue yet, it is Guan Shanyue, General Guan......

And he had never seen such an active girl, she smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness, as if there was a little starlight, and there was an illusion of seduction. He thought she was like all the women he came into contact with, with a thirst for money and power from the tips of her hair and fingertips. He felt that this woman was well hidden, hiding the desires in her heart.

Wei Yan looked at him suspiciously, "What, isn't Mr. willing?"

Tang Yue stood up with a smile, and Wei Yan came to his shoulder.

She looked at the tall man in front of her, took off the white gloves on her hands, and crossed her warm palms with her cold fingertips. The piano music behind her was melodious and slow, and she followed the man's back one by one. In the center of the ornate hall, the richness of red wine and the smell of French perfume mingled, and there was only one person in each other's eyes.

She looked at the man in front of her, meeting his eyes.

The pale yellow beam of light was like an ambiguous spring day, and the badge on Guan Shanyue's military uniform on his chest shone with gold and red light. He had an inexplicable smile on his face, and one hand gripped her thin willow waist.

The high-slit cheongsam swung up as it swirled, revealing snow-white thighs. The heel taps lightly on the ground, and the dragonfly draws a graceful arc like a little water. One of Wei Yan's hands was gently placed on the shoulder of the general, and one hand was pulled and wrapped.

With a slight turn, she fell into Guan Shanyue's arms, and the two looked at each other affectionately, but no one could figure out what was thinking in each other's hearts. He raised his hand again, and Wei Yan left the broad embrace lightly.

Spinning, spinning, fluttering hair and light body.

She took two steps away and was pulled back by him......

After the dance, Guan Shanyue drove her back to her residence, and watched her walk into a small courtyard under the white moonlight, her graceful back covered by the shade of the trees. She turned back and smiled at him through the naturally growing leaves, but he didn't see it. Guan Shanyue left her the address of his residence in Beiping, and he had to admit that this girl's smile did smile to his heart.

A few days later, she came to visit with a note.

Guan Shanyue saw Wei Yan with another face, if she was lit up on the stage, her eyes were charming and sultry. Now I wear a water-green dress, and I look as cute as a lady with a Western education. Guan Shanyue didn't know where the dress with complicated lace and delicate fabric came from, it seemed that it was indeed a high-end product, and the silk still shone lightly in the daytime.

At that time, he thought, it might be a man.

At that time, there was nothing to do in Beiping, there was an accident at home, his uncle was assassinated, and his father asked him to come over just to avoid some nervous limelight. In addition to reading, he drove a black car to play with Weiyan. He bought Wei Yan a lot of pearl jadeite, which matched her quiet smile. Wei Yan doesn't have the fat powder smell of a dusty singer, just like a slim crane, always looking at him with her neck raised.

She couldn't understand what he said.

But he explained to him patiently and good-naturedly.

There is a café in Peking that is full of glittering phonographs. Wei Yan had never drunk coffee before, and the silky bitterness had a little soft aroma. Her little brows furrowed, she pursed her mouth and tasted it, and then slightly observed Guan Shanyue's eyes.

He looked at her angrily and amusedly, and shook his head.

The two of them giggled.

Guan Shanyue is almost thirty years old, but the women around him have changed all kinds of stubbles. There are Gege from the palace, as well as the female students of the church school, and the ladies arranged at home. Every one of them stayed by his side for less than three months, and was eagerly blasted away by him. He doesn't need to be like a hunter, just hook it with his eyes, and a lot of girls will noisily want to marry him.

Even if it's a concubine, it's willing.

But for so many years, he insisted on not marrying.

Later, Wei Yan lived in his mansion. It was a small three-story western-style building, and there were many flowers and plants planted on the balcony. Every day when the sun sets, Wei Yan always carries a smile plate of dried steamed buns and bread to the balcony to feed the birds. And Guan Shanyue sat in the glass house in the garden downstairs and watched the silhouette of Qinqin.

In the few months that I was with him, no one came to Wei Yan, as if everything in the past did not exist. He has a feeling of "this is a dignified lady". Yiren is like this, and the clouds are rolling up. When he thinks like this, he always reminds himself that Wei Yan is just a show.

She didn't get anything from him, though. Whatever was given to her, she silently took it. Whoever didn't give it to her, Wei Yan didn't look at it. This confused Guan Shanyue.

The people in the mansion called him Young Master Guan, and only Wei Yan called him a general. Later, I learned that Guan Shanyue's father was actually the overseer of the three eastern provinces. He studied in a private school since he was a child, and later followed his father to resist the Russians and participated in the organization of the "Anti-Russian Volunteer Team", so he also had a military rank. Before coming to Beiping, Guan Shanyue first went to the Army Non-commissioned Officer School for a year of study, and once published "A New Chapter of the Military State" in the newspaper. However, the people in the family still shouted his title as young master. Guan Shanyue no longer has any shortcomings except that he was more diligent in changing women than changing clothes before. Moreover, at that time, this would not have made him a "scumbag".

It's nothing more than a young talent, a prodigal son in love.

Wei Yan has never been in contact with a human man, and only when the demon transforms into a human form can she know what love is like. She realized it, she felt that it was full of hope that someone would be good, and there was only her own fiery emotion in her eyes that hoped for eternity. Love is the daily osmanthus cake breakfast, the temperature on Guan Shanyue's hands, the back shrouded in the sun, the lace curtain on the bed, and the pile of pearl earrings given to her......

More than three months have passed, and even the people say that the young master who used to be surrounded by flowers is actually safe and stable, and he did not come back drunk and nonsense. whispered, Wei Yan is a good girl, but unfortunately her status is low, and she can't get to the door of this closed house. is to be a concubine, and it is really a joke.

Wei Yan didn't understand her status at that time, it was just because she sang well, so she chose to sing for a living. Looking back now, if she could choose, she would have done her best to make herself a rich lady, and there would have been no twists and turns in the future.

Guan Shanyue's own heart is also very twisted. Why did this woman stay by his side for so long, couldn't he be in love with her? For the unpredictable mood, his heart was cold.

One of the things he hates the most is being emotionally involved by an unrelated person.

Women are nothing more than for status, but Wei Yan lives in the mansion and doesn't mention anything, what is she trying to do? For the first time, he can't see through what a person thinks.

Actually, Wei Yan didn't want anything.

It's like birds living in a nest that are together in a dignified way.

She thought that she was also with Guan Shanyue.

But he didn't want to, one night, he brought home a strange woman.