Xia Zhiyin was allergic to peaches, she held her breath and didn't smell the increasingly strong peach fragrance, and the lack of oxygen in her chest was uncomfortable as if it was about to burst. Her eyes began to strain as she stared at the score, and her fingers were swollen but she couldn't stop.

First, she doesn't allow herself to make a fool of herself, and second, she won't drop the chain for her sister-in-law.

Just when Xia Zhiyin was anxious, the waiter came over with a large bouquet of snow-white lily of the valley flowers, and her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a line of handwriting on the heart-shaped flower card.

"Jun Yingcao will be late, and it is just right to return happily. ”

- Waiting from Mr. Shadow.

The unique delicate fragrance of lily of the valley flowers conceals the peach fragrance in wisps. Xia Zhiyin breathed a sigh of relief and slowly relaxed. A mysterious gentleman in a tuxedo and a mask sat beside her and played with her. He feels so familiar and intimate, the flowing melody and the beat of the heartbeat seem to be two people wandering to the end of the world, immersed in the white moonlight, silent and joyful.

"My sister-in-law cooperated so tacitly, did she rehearse?"

The surrounding magnesium lights kept flickering to wake Xia Zhiyin from the illusion, where is there any mysterious Mr.

From beginning to end, Xia Zhiyin was physically and mentally engaged, and the last end of the piano ended gorgeously.

Lu Shiyan on the stage planned to rotate the curtain call with a difficult action, and under the light, she would fall like a red poppy flower on the white snow, the poignancy of the temptation of sin.

Probably using too much force, Lu Shiyan's high heels were unstable, and just when she fell in front of her, the sound of fabric collapse sounded in the air, the dress fell, and her whole person was like a discarded silicone doll, and the transparent nipple patches fell out.

The fall was tragic and out of control.

The atmosphere at the scene froze for a while, and I don't know who shouted "Is this an easter egg?"

Many reporters with cameras rushed forward and captured unscrupulously.

The elegant people present looked at the show indifferently, including Lu Shen, who was in a wheelchair shortly after being discharged from the hospital, and he turned his eyes indifferently not to see his sister.

Xia Zhiyin was the first to react, and a large bouquet of lily of the valley flowers was thrown at the cold lens, "Don't shoot." ”

She had always been weak, and she didn't know where she got the strength, so she suddenly ripped off her dress and wrapped Lu Shiyan, "Sister Yan, get up quickly." ”

Lu Shiyan was supported by her, her face was full of tears, and she was emotional: "The dress is tailor-made by me, how can it fall off?

"It's okay, it's okay. Sister Yan, let's go get another one. Xia Zhiyin escorted her to the lounge.

Lu Shen put down the champagne in his hand and ordered the bodyguards to confiscate the photos taken by the reporter, and not a single one was allowed to flow out. He himself was pushed by Shi Wu in a wheelchair to the lounge.

Xia Zhiyin was standing in front of the washbasin and washing her hands over and over again, and the hand sanitizer carefully lathered up.

She looked at Lu Shen's grim face in the mirror and whispered, "Husband, my hands are itchy." ”

Lu Shen looked at her torn dress, only half of the transparent skirt was left, and her straight and fair legs were unobstructed.

His slender eyes narrowed dangerously, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her thigh. said in a cold tone: "Just because you have itchy hands, can you lift your skirt in front of so many men?"

Xia Zhiyin lowered her eyelashes and explained, "I can't leave Sister Yan alone when she is gone······!

Without waiting for her to finish, Lu Shen interrupted: "She is not married, so she has to ask for face, and you can waste it if you get married?"

"I didn't!" Xia Zhiyin's grievances came to mind, doing good deeds was misunderstood and insulted, what is it.