We each chose a favorite dress and went to Xu Jialin's friend's birthday party with great interest.

When I arrived at the place, I couldn't help but feel that a rich man is a rich man, the villa in front of me is magnificent, full of noble atmosphere, the hollow carved gate, as well as the round arched windows and the corner of the stonework, showing the domineering of the owner.

The people who came with us all had invitations in their hands, and the security guards of the host's house strictly checked every guest who entered the door.

Not long after, a man in a white dress came up on the opposite side, Xu Jialin introduced us one by one, he is today's birthday star Han Zixiao, a rich and handsome.

We were the same age, but we grew up in different environments, he grew up with a golden key, but I had to work hard to get ahead, although I was not jealous of him, but in the face of such a luxurious scene, I was still a little inferior. But I'm thankful that I was born in adversity, because the environment in which I grew up cultivated my strong will.

But then again, since I am a member of the Eight Great Families, I can't spend all the property left over from generation to generation, just like the bank card that the ghost gave me before.

In front of them, An Chen's family and the Bai Ming family have their own industries, but our ghost family is in the ravine, which really makes people a little suspicious, what makes the ghost family hide in the countryside.

"Ah Ye, what are you thinking? Zixiao has a lot of friends who came today, and if you don't take care of it, you can include a little more, the stage is set next to the swimming pool, swimsuits or something, Zixiao is ready for everyone, you can change into swimsuits and go into the water to play, or you can stay in the hall for entertainment. ”

"Jialin, you don't have to worry about me, a few of us can do it." I patted Xu Jialin on the shoulder and signaled to him that I was fine.

An Chen and the three of them followed Xu Jialin to watch the show, as for me not interested in celebrities, it is better to find a quiet place to stay for such a lively scene.

The reason why I came with me was because I was afraid that An Chen would make Xu Jialin embarrassed in front of everyone for the sake of ghosts, but now it seems that I am thinking too much.

At this time, two people walked down the stairs from the second floor, one of whom was Han Zixiao's father, Han Lin, a leader in the steel industry. What surprised me even more was the girl holding his wrist, wearing a red floor-to-ceiling evening dress, coupled with her beautiful face, the whole person looked particularly charming.

"You see, the girl next to Mr. Han is the goddaughter he recognized some time ago, and he has only been attending this occasion for a few days."

"Said to be a goddaughter, you see that girl is so beautiful, she looks like a vixen, I think she may be a junior." A noble lady looked at the girl on the escalator with a disgusted expression.

"You don't know yet! Mr. Han has made a big cost, and I heard that he bought her a villa in Beijing. ”

"Be quiet, don't let Mrs. Han hear it, she dares to be angry now." The other lady hurriedly made a silent gesture and turned her head to look at the woman who was entertaining the guests warmly.

"I think Mr. Han just wants to take the opportunity of holding a birthday party for his son to introduce his goddaughter to everyone, which means that Mrs. Han has fallen out of favor."

A few women beside me said a word, I said a word, and talked about the people on the stairs with emotion.

The more I listened, the more angry I became, one moment she was a very unreasonable person who spoke against me, and the other time she became an iceberg beauty who was as charming as fire and rejected people for thousands of miles, I couldn't tell which one was the real her? Yes, the goddaughter of Mr. Han in their mouths is Mo Xun I know.

"Brother, don't tell me, Mo Xun is Mr. Han's lover/person." The ghost ran to the hall and took a few sips of orange juice on the table, and pointed at Mo Xun in surprise.

"Guess what, she is Mr. Han's goddaughter."

"Brother, you're too naïve! These days, goddaughter is just a title, okay? ”

I don't know why, but when I heard them say this, I was very disgusted.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, Anchen and they are still waiting for me to bring orange juice!" Seeing that my face was not good, the ghost ran away with two glasses of orange juice and a cigarette.

My eyes kept on Mo Xun, and finally I saw her turn into the corridor, and I hurriedly followed.

She stood quietly in front of an oil painting in a daze, looking so beautiful. I looked around, and no one was around, so I stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and sarcastically said, "Is it so good to be the goddaughter of a rich man?" "The tone of my own words startled me, it was almost sour.

"Who are you?" She looked at me innocently, as if I had bullied her.

"Yo, I didn't expect to forget about me after being the goddaughter of a rich man for a few days, think about who rescued you from the mud pit."

Her eyes froze, and she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Han Zimeng." After saying that, she shook off my hand and quietly looked at the oil painting in front of her, she was very quiet and beautiful.

"We'll meet again in the future, remember that my name is Han Zimeng." She smiled and spared me and turned to leave, the tall back, and her seductive eyes, made me look a little obsessed, such eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere.

"Hey, stop, I'm not done yet!" I stepped forward quickly to get in front of her, blocking her path.

She just smiled, didn't answer me, and didn't mean to stop.

Could it really be that I recognized the wrong person? She's not Mo Xun. Looking at her back, it was as if a white cat was following her, and when I rubbed my eyes, there was nothing.

I walked over to where Han Zimeng was standing and watched her staring at the oil painting on the wall.

A landscape painting in front of me, blue sky and white clouds, the earth is golden, it is the season of autumn harvest, the wheat, blown by the wind a little tilted, a man wearing a hat is bending down to harvest wheat, and there are colorful ribbons floating around him, which makes people feel very discordant.

It's just a painting, at best it's weird, and I didn't think much of it before I walked down the hall. Before I even entered the hall, I heard the noise, cries, and screams inside.

I hurriedly ran into the hall, met the gaze of the ghost, she glanced in the direction of my head, I followed and looked up, I don't know what was dripping on my face, I wiped it with my hand, it was blood.

I walked a few quick steps to the ghost, and when I looked back, it was Han Zixiao, who was hanging from the lamp and the stairs with colorful ribbons, and he had a scythe stuck in him.

"Zixiao, Zixiao, you say something." Xu Jialin anxiously shouted at Han Zixiao who was hanging in mid-air.

After shouting for a while, seeing that there was no response from the hanging person, Xu Jialin immediately took me and a few of his friends to the second floor.

"Don't move, if Zixiao has lost his breath, this is the first scene, don't destroy it." His voice trembled a little.

A few of us wanted to reach out and pull the ribbon, but I didn't expect to be stopped by Han Lin's voice, I and a few people around me withdrew their hands at the same time, what I saw downstairs just now was not very clear, it seems that in addition to the sickle on Han Zixiao's body, there is also a sickle pierced his neck, then he must not be saved.

Unexpectedly, we happily came to the birthday party, but encountered such a tragedy, today is not only Han Zixiao's birthday, but also his death day.