Through the tall Christmas tree, Zhao Xiangnong looked at Clara and Song Yuze, Clara Baby, who had always been used to pointing fingers at her boyfriends, was next to Song Yuze at this moment, and she was still a little birdy.

As for Song Yuze... A small sip of mint wine penetrated into the taste buds, Zhao Xiangnong squinted his eyes and looked at Song Yuze, believing that no one in Song Yuze, who was now wearing formal clothes, would associate him with stealing red wine, and he was more like a nobleman than those real nobles in this extremely extravagant scene.

You don't have to wear the most expensive clothes, you don't have to deliberately show off the groomed language, just one stop there has a style that people dare not approach lightly.

Perhaps her gaze was too undisguised, making her observer's face face towards her, and under the bright light, Zhao Xiangnong saw the momentary sluggishness on Song Yuze's face.

Is that sluggish like? But drunk? Or is it the occasional wandering mind?

He turned his face away when he met her gaze.

Zhao Xiangnong didn't understand her current mentality, why she could still observe another man so calmly, perhaps, she was really as that person said: Zhao Xiangnong, you are a cold-blooded animal.

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was a person who pointed to her face and said: Zhao Xiangnong, you are a cold-blooded animal.

Zhao Xiangnong knew that he was a cold-blooded animal, not only cold-blooded but also destructive.

Ten minutes ago, Ms. Zhao received a phone call, and after that call, she received an email from the person who called her to her personal email address.

It was dozens of high-definition pictures, the picture was Canberra's day and night, the daytime location was the Gelmenya Market, the night location was the Canberra Hotel, and the man and woman in the picture were Kashiwahara Xiu and Xia Xiaochun, they were holding hands and frolicking in the market during the day, and kissing in the elevator at night.

The person who sent the picture to her email thought it would reap the same benefits as before.

"Don't call me again and don't send anything to my email, as for the photos of my fiancé and his girlfriend together, you can do whatever you like." She poured a basin of cold water over it.

The one who called her phone was a professional paparazzi, and she was best at taking those invisible photos, Zhao Xiangnong guessed, now that paparazzi should be angry, right? Not only did she just call him a rat in the gutter, she also called him Mr. Monkey.

Black people think it's a shame to be called a monkey because it involves racial discrimination, of course, Zhao Xiangnon doesn't have any racial prejudice, at least she prefers her black friends to white friends, she just wants something to happen, and only when something happens can her heart be calm.

One by one, her friends came to her to tease her, because she was the only one who didn't have a Christmas partner tonight, and of course, there were also those who asked the question bluntly: why didn't Kashiwahara come.

She smiled in response, Zhao Xiangnon knew that sometimes she would not make a mistake if she didn't speak, and she guessed that maybe tonight's smile would become pitiful in the eyes of her friends when the sun rose tomorrow.

The only one who was not deceived by Zhao Xiangnong this night was Song Yuze, who was the most stupid in her eyes.

At eleven forty minutes, everyone stood in a circle in front of the Christmas tree waiting for the Christmas Eve bell, Zhao Xiangnong stood on Song Yuze's left hand, and Song Yuze stood on Song Yuze's right hand side Clara.

"You're smiling so fakely." At 11:50, Song Yuze and Zhao Xiangnong said.

Zhao Xiangnon pretended not to hear that the Christmas Eve bell was about to ring, and when the Christmas Eve bell rang, it symbolized that the carnival dance party would also begin.

She was the only one who didn't have a dance partner.

At 11:55 a.m., the pastor announced the start of the five-minute prayer and wishing period, and Zhao Xiangnong, like her friends, closed her eyes, and let her expression appear extremely reverent.

Zhao Xiangnon opened her eyes in the middle of everyone's words, Zhao Xiangnon never prayed and made wishes during the five minutes of Christmas, and occasionally she would quietly open her eyes to observe her friends during those five minutes.

Everyone's eyes were closed, and even the heirs who had many vices that were always criticized by the media were full of hope.

The eyes fell on Clara's face along the circle of the Christmas tree, and it was not necessary to guess from Clara's expression that she was brewing the language of making a wish at this moment, how could she move God and make Song Yuze die for her.

Her gaze followed Clara to the people around her.

Bright and innocent eyes were close at hand, looking at her very quietly.

Song Yuze, isn't this bastard supposed to be the kind of person who will make stupid prayers and wishes?

Maybe at this moment, Zhao Xiangnong should choose to close her eyes casually, but she just didn't, she looked at Song Yuze, in the scene where everyone was immersed in the Christmas atmosphere, the pictures lying in her email made her heart heavy.

When the Christmas Eve bell rang, everyone here had a dance partner but she didn't.

At 11:58 a.m., the lights go out, followed by two minutes of voting.

When the lights dimmed, Zhao Xiangnong's face approached Song Yuze's ear, and she said to him: I'll wait for you outside.

The Christmas Eve bell rang, and Zhao Xiangnong left the dance scene unwell.

At half past twelve, Song Yuze appeared in front of her.

"Song Yuze, you made me wait for you for half an hour!" Zhao Xiangnong was coquettish.

"I didn't promise you to show up." Song Yuze put on the temperament of an honor student.

"Why didn't it show up?"

"Because I promised to stay with Clara until half past twelve." Song Yuze gave the most natural answer.

This night, Zhao Xiangnong stood in Millennium Square to answer Zhao Yanting's phone call, and said in a very well-behaved voice: Dad, I am with my friends.

Zhao Xiangnong was not with her friends, she followed Song Yuze to Millennium Square, Song Yuze rented his time from 1 to 3 o'clock to a student at the art academy for fifty dollars an hour, and he needed to cooperate with him during these three hours.

That night, Zhao Xiangnong wore a large cotton jacket and nested in the prop cart of the art academy student, watching Song Yuze, who was standing in the square and being painted as a statue, making strange movements back and forth under the snowflakes in the sky, according to the art academy student, which was performance art.

No matter how stupid performance art is, because no one pays attention to them at all, Zhao Xiangnong thinks that the effect of letting Song Yuze's face be exposed will be a thousand times better.

Finally, after three hours of tossing, the students of the art academy brought them hot coffee, and Zhao Xiangnong and Song Yuze snuggled in the messy pile of props and drank coffee.

"Zhao Xiangnong, why are you following me." He asked her.

Zhao Xiangnong thought that the coffee that fell into her stomach was too warm, and she replied without thinking about it: "Because Kashiwahara embroidery is with other women." ”

"So, you need to be with other men too?" Song Yuze said.

Is that so, is it really so? At that time, Zhao Xiangnong didn't know, she felt that maybe the words that Song Yuze said unintentionally at this moment became an opportunity in the future, and Zhao Xiangnong chose to let Song Yuze be her cheating partner.

Four hours later, Ms. Zhao saw the images sent to her mailbox in many media pages, mostly with captions like this: The heir of the Kashiwahara family left his fiancée and another woman to spend Christmas in Australia.

It was really a busy day, Zhao Yanting was furious when she talked to the head of the Bai family on the phone, and her friends arranged a vacation place for her, which should be sunny and handsome.

In the New Year, Zhao Xiangnong boarded the flight to France, and for the first time took the invitation card that many girls dream of to symbolize elegance and nobility to participate in the Celebrity New Year's Ball, becoming the twelfth Oriental face in the century since the establishment of the Celebrity New Year's Ball.

Before coming to France, Zhao Xiangnong received a call from Song Liansu: "Honey, don't think about anything, enjoy it." ”

At that moment, Zhao Xiangnong was grateful to her, at least, she didn't comfort her with pity.

In the midst of the New Year's fireworks, Zhao Xiangnong received a call from Kashiwahara embroidery, which was the first call he made to Xia Xiaochun after the pictures of him and Xia Xiaochun visiting Canberra together were exposed.

After saying Happy New Year, Kashiwahara Shu paused and said, "That was our parting trip, Xiao Nong, I'm sorry, I promise you this is the last time." ”

Zhao Shannon hung up the phone and watched the fireworks, the New Year's lights of the Eiffel Tower, and the happy people on the Champs-Elysées.

Kashiwahara embroidery refers to him and Xia Xiaochun as "we".

The last time? Finally, Kashiwahara Xiu began to know the pressure of public opinion and the contest of interests, but at this moment, Zhao Xiangnong still has a little hope, she and him still have a long way to go, don't they?

What really made Zhao Xiangnong lose his armor was at noon ten days after the New Year.

On Thursday, Zhao Xiangnong met Xia Xiaochun, and it was Xia Xiaochun who came to the door first.

As soon as Zhao Xiangnong returned to Chicago, her friends couldn't wait to tell her some news: Xia Xiaochun was forced to withdraw from school, Xia Xiaochun was isolated by her classmates and friends, and the immigration bureau was also looking for trouble with Xia Xiaochun.

Zhao Xiangnong's desk is extremely small, so small that there is no extra space to put things like chairs, Xia Xiaochun found Zhao Xiangnong at noon, when Zhao Xiangnong saw Xia Xiaochun standing behind her colleague, Zhao Xiangnong was really startled.

Xia Xiaochun was the same as the two of them more than a month ago, her face was as pale as a ghost.

She stood in front of the window with her, and after a few minutes, Zhao Xiangnong still didn't wait for Xia Xiaochun's words.

"I'm busy." Zhao Xiangnon said.

Recently, Zhao has been really busy, and next month, a fundraising party in the name of the International Red Cross will be held in Chicago and New York at the same time, and Song Liansu is the initiator of the party.

A small sound sounded, it was the sound of opening the zipper of the purse, and the cautious appearance of the soot, and then, Zhao Xiangnong encountered a scene on the twenty-third floor of the Golden Mansion more than a month ago.

However, this time the protagonist is not called Jessica, her name is Xia Xiaochun.

Xia Xiaochun handed her a pregnancy test sheet.

"It's just been four weeks."

Zhao Xiangnong didn't look at it, so he crumpled the pregnancy test sheet and threw it on the ground, facing the window with an expressionless face.

"I can guarantee that it's not fake." Xia Xiaochun said softly.

The author has something to say: Three more later, yes, I forgot to say it, you can send points if you leave a message full of 25 words, but my brain is a little bad, sometimes I forget, last time it was like this, * The system is old smoked, so I often forget

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