Royal Century

It's a super-wealthy area, inhabited by powerful people, with a unique design that is understated and luxurious, and full of warmth.

Each villa here is a noble detached man, with thousands of square meters of gardens, and the fences are all low white, and you can see the regular army everywhere, with the giggling sound of children playing on the lawn.

It was evening, the sun had just set, and the sunset was crimson.

The woman was lying on the half-curved bench in a white dress, with a pillow on her back and a book in her hand.

The woman's eyes looked not far away from time to time, her mind was not on the book, the breeze lifted her long hair, and her beautiful phoenix eyes were overflowing with anticipation and hope.

His mind was not on the book, Xi Xichen simply closed the book.

The slender jade foot with white flip-flops stood up and looked at the end of the road in front of the villa, as if waiting for something.

After more than a month of marriage, she knew that every Sunday, he would come back early to accompany Chen Yilian to dinner, as if it was a routine business.

The rest of the time he came back late.

The sound of the engine attracted Xi Xichen's attention, and a white Ferrari sports car drove this way, and she immediately recognized it as the car he drove out this morning.

The beautiful lips then hooked up a happy arc, and the footsteps moved with it.

"Slow down, slow down, Miss, be careful of the baby in your belly."

A light white shadow floated in front of her eyes, and the maid Xiaole screamed worriedly, wiping a cold sweat for the young lady.

Hearing Xiaole's scream, Xi Xichen slowed down slightly, opened the door just as the man got out of the car, he threw the car key to the next person, and walked towards her with slender feet.

It was a handsome man who dared not look directly, his eyes were as clear as glass, but sharp as an eagle, and as deep as the sea.

The neat shredded hair is very stylish.

The man's lips were thin and sexy, the perfect contours were like God's carefully carved masterpieces, and his face did not have much expression, giving people a kind of indifference that rejected people from thousands of miles away.

"Plop Plop Plop ......"

It was Xi Xichen's messy heartbeat, and in the face of the man she had liked for nine years, she still blushed spinelessly.

"Leng Rui"

The corners of her mouth were so high that she ran like a bird to take her coat from him.

However, he avoided it with a look of disgust, and she shuddered slightly, and the smile on her face was a little unbearable.

Leng Rui just glanced at her coldly, and he didn't have a good impression of this ugly woman who took the initiative to send her to the door.

Watching him walk past himself into the room, a familiar smell came to her nose, a smell she liked.

Every time he washed for Leng Rui, Xi Xichen would pour some self-made essence into the water.

Smelling exactly the same smell as herself, the corners of her mouth raised a shallow smile again.

During the meal, Xi Xichen sat on Leng Rui's right side as always, bowing his head and eating his own quietly, listening to the conversation between their mother and son in his ears.

The two talked very little, Chen Yilian was a person who didn't talk much, and since Leng Xiaotian's death, she lived a life of fasting and reciting Buddha, she often appeared in the yard, watering flowers and grass.

Leng Rui's voice sounded beside him, thick and magnetic, like a bend of spring water bubbling into Xi Xichen's heart.

She looked up at Leng Ruiying's side face obsessively.

Xi Xichen rarely has the opportunity to be close to him, so he cherishes it very much