"Be careful," Yan Xiaojing said to him at the end, "Please." ”

"Don't worry." He kissed her affectionately, "I love you, Amga." ”

"What does that word mean exactly?"

"Similar to 'dearest.'" He grabbed the jacket from the chair and pecked Yan Xiaojing on the lips again before leaving.

Charunwang brushed his hair, sprayed some cologne, and slipped on the blazer that wasn't his. Just as the medicine cabinet in the bathroom is filled with shaving foam and aftershave, the wardrobe in the room is filled with all the new plus-size menswear, all by top tailors and top designers.

He had never worn Armani's clothes before.

As much as he didn't like to be a white eater, he couldn't even go to Yang Luxia in the clothes he wore last night, even if they were very clean—not to mention they weren't clean at all—he was sure that they smelled like a pub toilet now, mixed with the smell of Valarilo's Turkish cigars and the smell of heavy alcohol.

For her sake, he hopes to clean himself up like a pure and fresh perfume lily, sincerely.

Charunwang spun in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. The black pinstripe suit fits perfectly, the bright white open-collar shirt sets off his bronzed complexion, and the beautiful Salvatore Ferragamo flat-heeled shoes on his feet are the ones he found in a box, and the leather shine is just right. He felt a little sissy, but he couldn't stop the urge to keep dressing up.

I'm pretty much handsome, Charonwang thought to herself, if only she didn't get too close and didn't notice his bloodshot eyes—the after-effects of four hours of sleep and tequila.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Charunwang took a pose, and then opened the door. He felt like he was posturing, wishing that it wasn't some brother knocking on the door.

The old butler looked up at him with a smile on his face and said, "Sir, you look very charming. Nicely chosen, well-chosen. ”

Charunwang shrugged his shoulders and pretended to lower his collar: "Well, that's great. ”

"But you still need a handkerchief in your breast pocket, can I help you?"

"Ah, of course."

The short old man walked up to a chest of drawers, opened one of the drawers and rummaged through it: "This one should be a good match." ”

His dexterous hands folded the white square handkerchief into a work of art and stuffed it into Charunwang's breast pocket.

"By now, you should be ready to meet your guests. She's already here. Would you like to meet her? ”

Interview? "I'm annoyed, of course."

The two walked back and forth into the hall, and the old butler chuckled suddenly.

"I look stupid, don't I?" Charunwang asked.

Ruan Yuanshou hurriedly said, "No, not at all, sir." I'm just thinking about how happy Mr. Lu Qingyang would be if he saw the current scene. He loved a house that was popular. ”

"Who is Lu ......?"

"Charunwang?"

Yang Luxia's voice made the two of them stop at the same time. She stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in a light pink tight-fitting women's dress, her hair hanging high above her head. Her presence almost made Charunwang's breath hard. In particular, when he looked at him, his face showed shyness and joy, which made his body and mind ripple.

"Hey, baby." He walked forward, noticing the joy that hung up on the old butler.

She clutched her skirt at a loss, seeming a little nervous: "I should probably be waiting downstairs, but everyone is busy, and I think I'm getting in the way of them." ”

"Do you want to stay with me for a while?"

She nodded, "If you don't mind, it's quieter here." ”

The old butler interjected: "There is a small balcony on the second floor, just walk along the hall to the end." ”

Chalunwang held out his arm to her: "Do you think it's okay?" ”

Her hand slid into the crook of his arm, and the shy eyes fled, and the blush on her face deepened, "Uh-huh, yes. ”

Well, she wants to be alone with him.

This is a good sign.

Charunwang thought to himself.

At this time, Yan Xiaojing walked into the restaurant with a large plate of vegetable salad piled up in the shape of a hill, and she decided that Ruan Yuanshou and Ye Jingshu could manage a small country well. The two of them took the brothers around, setting the table, changing the candles, and helping to prepare the ingredients.

On the other hand, only God knows how Xiao Lingyun's bedroom will change. The ceremony would take place there, and Su Pan had been busy downstairs for a whole hour.

Yan Xiaojing put the plate on the sideboard and returned to the kitchen, where she happened to see Ruan Yuanshou tiptoe to reach a crystal bowl placed on the top of the cupboard.

"Here, let me get it."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress."

She placed the bowl on the kitchen counter and watched as the slave filled it with salt.

Ruan Yuanshou must have been overly nervous, putting so much salt. She wondered.

"Yan Xiaojing?" Ye Jingshu called out to her, "Can you go to the pantry and get 3 jars of mustard?" I'm going to spread it on the ham. ”

Yan Xiaojing walked into the small boxy storage room and fumbled to flip the switch. I saw bottles and cans from the floor to the ceiling, and there were countless shapes and flavors. She searched for the whereabouts of the mustard, then heard the door open behind her.

"Ruan Yuanshou, do you know ......?"

She spun around and slammed into Bayust's sturdy body.

He gasped, and both of them stepped back at the same time. The door closes automatically.

As if he had been knocked out, he closed his eyes and pulled his lips back, revealing a mouth full of fangs and a crimson tongue.

"I'm sorry." Yan Xiaojing apologized in a whisper and moved away as much as she could. But there was no extra space or a way to escape, because Bajoust was in front of the door, "I'm really sorry I didn't see you." ”

He wore another tight-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt today, and the bulging muscles on his arms and shoulders were unusually noticeable when he clenched his fists. He was already tall, and the strength displayed by his body made him even greater.

He opened his black eyes.

Feeling two glances fall on her face, she couldn't help but shudder.

Cold, incredibly cold.

"Okay, okay, I know I'm ugly." "But you don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not exactly a barbarian," he said impatiently. ”

With that, he grabbed something and left.

Yan Xiaojing collapsed in the bottle and can, looking up to see the blank space left on the shelf after Bayust left. Chutney, he took the chutney.

"Yan Xiaojing, have you found ......" Ye Jingshu appeared at the door, and before she finished speaking, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I'm ...... It's okay. ”