In the spacious and ornate banquet hall, brightly dressed men and women shuttled back and forth. This is a dance party specially prepared by the organizers of the design competition for the guests. Celebrities from the world of architecture and business, as well as some designers who want to be famous, gather here, and the whole hall is brilliantly lit and full of clothes and sideburns.

Jiang Xiaoqiao really wore the dress Mo Jingyuan chose, the slightly sprinkled skirt flashed like light blue dark lines of water, and the long waterfall-like hair was pinned with a dazzling silver crescent-shaped hairpin, and it hung down long, the ends of the hair curled slightly, and it was softly draped over her shoulders.

She only wore light makeup, which made her skin look like congealed fat, looking forward to radiance.

Since she walked into the hall with Mo Jingyuan and his party, many inquisitive and curious eyes have fallen on her. Of course, there is no shortage of fiery gazes from men and envious gazes from women.

Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't know that he had become the focus of attention of the audience. She sat in a corner of the hall, boredomically shaking the wine glass in her hand. The wine in the glass is amber in color and shines in the light.

However, no matter how brilliant the light is, it looks overshadowed by Jiang Xiaoqiao's side.

Several men next to her were already paying attention to her. Seeing that the dance was about to start, they couldn't hold back and got up and invited her to dance.

"Miss," the young voice sounded in her ears, Jiang Xiaoqiao raised her head, a pair of dark green eyes were looking at her intently, the man had light golden curly hair, a high nose and deep eyes, and unusually fair skin, and spoke to her in unskilled English: "Can I have the honor to invite you to a dance?"

Jiang Xiaoqiao was a little stunned, and just as he didn't know how to refuse, someone had already intervened next to him.

"I'm sorry, she only danced with me tonight. ”

Mo Jingyuan smiled decently and coldly. There was an icy aura in the dark eyes, and the men dispersed in acquaintence, leaving only Jiang Xiaoqiao and Mo Jingyuan.

Mo Jingyuan smiled slightly, and the indifferent aura that rejected people seemed to be just an illusion. He owed, and stretched out his hand towards Jiang Xiaoqiao:

"Can I enjoy the light?"

Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at his heroic eyebrows in a daze, and hesitated: "But I'm not very good at dancing." ”

Although he was born in the Jiang family, which is considered a wealthy family in Rongcheng, the glamorous and glamorous of these balls and cocktail parties have always belonged to Jiang Beibei. She's always hidden in a corner where no one sees.

"It's okay, I can teach you. Mo Jingyuan bent his lips, not allowing her to refuse, holding her white and tender little hand with one hand, and holding her slender waist with the other hand and almost hugging her.

Jiang Xiaoqiao snorted lightly, and found that his feet had stepped on Mo Jingyuan's shoes.

Before she could react, the first dance music sounded, and Mo Jingyuan took her into the crowd.

Forward, backward, spin...... The gorgeous lights around them flowed with the light of the two people's movements. Being surrounded by Mo Jingyuan, Jiang Xiaoqiao didn't dare to look around, so he had to look straight ahead, staring straight at Mo Jingyuan's chest.

Only then did she realize that Mo Jingyuan's bow tie today was also made of pure white silk, and the intricate and gorgeous light blue dark lines on it were the same as those on her skirt.

His gaze quietly moved up, meeting Mo Jingyuan's fiery and focused eyes. There seemed to be some dangerous but charming aura hidden in those narrow and deep black eyes, and in a trance, she felt that her whole person could not extricate herself from it.

Mo Jingyuan is also very eye-catching. The black suit on his body is haute couture, but it can't hide his noble and handsome face. As early as when he walked into the hall, many women quietly paid attention to him, and now seeing that he only danced with Jiang Xiaoqiao all night, there was a lot more jealousy in his eyes towards Jiang Xiaoqiao.

Tongtong didn't dance, just stood far away. Someone around her invited, but she also coldly declined. She was carefully dressed up tonight, with a swaggering big wave scattered at random, a bright yellow dance dress, high-heeled shoes of the same color, strong makeup, and a faint perfume.

Qian Qian shouted excitedly on the side: "Look and see, the minister has been dancing with Xiao Qiao, alas, I suddenly feel that they look so compatible!" and stabbed the person next to him again, "Is it Anran?" suddenly exclaimed again: "Oh my God, they actually wear a couple's match!"

Tongtong bit her lip, and her bright red lips looked even more red like blood.

When he returned to the hotel, it was already late, Jiang Xiaoqiao threw off his shoes when he entered the door, and put on comfortable slippers, but saw Tongtong touching up her makeup on the side. She asked with some curiosity, "Tongtong, do you still want to go out so late?"

Tongtong didn't look back, and looked carefully at his face in the mirror: "Well, I want to go out shopping." ”

Thinking that Tongtong didn't go with them because she wasn't feeling well when they went out for a walk yesterday, Jiang Xiaoqiao nodded understandingly, and was a little worried: "It's a little late today, why don't I go out with you?"

"No need," Tongtong walked over with a smile, "You danced all night today, you should have a good rest, I'll walk around the neighborhood and come back in a while." ”

"Oh well. Jiang Xiaoqiao no longer insisted, and when he saw Tongtong going out, he added, "Pay attention to safety." ”

Tongtong's bewitching figure disappeared into the doorway. Jiang Xiaoqiao felt a little tired, so he took a quick shower, and after washing, he was ready to rest. Suddenly remembering that the competition would start tomorrow, she was a little uneasy, so she opened her suitcase again and wanted to check the blueprints again.

But this time, the compartment of the suitcase turned out to be empty.

Jiang Xiaoqiao was a little panicked, carefully checked the box from the inside to the outside, and rummaged through the room, but still didn't find it.

A cold sweat broke out. It took her months to make the blueprint, and she stayed up all night to revise the details, but now it's missing at this critical juncture.

Although there is a first draft on the computer, there is only one final version that has been changed and reworked again and again. It's too late to rearrange and make it.

She remembered that she had put it away properly, and had confirmed it many times before leaving, how could it disappear out of thin air?

Jiang Xiaoqiao sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his heart numb. Tears rolled in his eyes a few times, and then he held back. She suddenly thought of something and stood up.

She had inspected the box herself before boarding the plane, and the blueprints must have been inside. The luggage on the plane has been sitting on the luggage rack and no one has touched it.

She hadn't paid attention to it in the hotel for the past two days, but things had been kept in the room, and it was impossible for her to lose them for no reason.

That's when someone stole it. Maybe a competitor.

But with her ability alone, there was no way to find the thief quickly anyway.

I think of a person faintly in my heart.

She has never been very willing to trouble others, and she also knows that it may be a little inappropriate to go to Mo Andi at this time, but Jiang Xiaoqiao knows that she has no choice at the moment.

Jiang Xiaoqiao rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and opened the door, Tongtong hadn't come back yet, and the corridor in the middle of the night was quietly empty.

She closed the door and walked out. The hotel's high ceilings are painted with colorful religious paintings, the dim sconces pull long shadows on the walls, and the floor is covered with a long red carpet on which feet are silent.

Jiang Xiaoqiao remembered that Mo Andy's room was next door, and she walked to the door and knocked lightly.

There was no sound inside the door, but the light inside was still on, and the light was leaking through the crack in the door. Jiang Xiaoqiao waited anxiously for a while, and when he saw that no one opened the door, he stretched out his hand and pushed it.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with a gentle push. Jiang Xiaoqiao was taken aback and saw that there was a small living room inside, and the soft light was coming from it.

The living room was empty, Jiang Xiaoqiao raised his hand and knocked on the door that had been opened, and there was no movement in the direction of the bedroom, Mo Andi didn't know what to do when he went out.

But since the door is unlocked, I guess I'll come back. Jiang Xiaoqiao decided to wait here for him to come back, so he walked in.

The room was littered with sofas, and a small glass coffee table was placed in the center of the room, on which was a cup of tea and a faint steam. On the other side of the room are huge floor-to-ceiling windows with beige curtains flickering slightly.

Jiang Xiaoqiao carefully sat down on one of the sofas, and saw a few books messily at his feet, so he picked them up and flipped through them. It was a French book she didn't recognize, and she looked at it a few times and put it back in its place.

Suddenly feeling a cool breeze blowing, Jiang Xiaoqiao turned his head to look at the shaking curtains, it turned out that the window was not closed. She walked over and pulled the curtain open a narrow slit, revealing that outside the floor-to-ceiling window was a small terrace.

Two white chairs sit facing each other on the terrace, offering a bird's-eye view of the city at night.

Jiang Xiaoqiao raised his eyes and saw the romantic lights of Paris at a glance. From here you can even see a cruise on the banks of the Seine. In the clear night sky, the stars in the sky are dim against the brilliant lights of the city.

The scene of walking with Mo Andi resurfaced in front of her, she couldn't remember if the night scene was so beautiful last night, only that Mo Andy's eyes were more dazzling than the most dazzling lights.

The night breeze brought fresh air that belonged to the night, Jiang Xiaoqiao stood by the window with her long freshly washed wet hair, although the wind was a little cool, she only felt refreshed. A rare moment of tranquility, the panicked mind just now gradually calmed down, and Jiang Xiaoqiao forgot about his troubles for the time being.

There was a sudden movement in the corridor in the distance outside the door, accompanied by the slight dull sound of the man's leather shoes stepping on the carpet, it was Mo Andi who had returned. Jiang Xiaoqiao was about to walk in the direction of the door, but a woman's voice first sounded faintly.

"Minister Mo, can I come into your room and have a look?"

Jiang Xiaoqiao was taken aback, it was not good for outsiders to see him hiding in Mo Andi's room on this big night. Before she had time to think about it, she dodged behind the curtains.

The people outside the door were getting closer and closer, and Mo Andi's voice also came in: "Yes." Please come in, Miss An Tongtong. ”

The door opened, and the woman's giggling smile was in her ears.

Jiang Xiaoqiao froze motionless behind the curtain.