After being discharged from the hospital, An Xiaoxi brought the scar on her left hand back to Qiao's mansion along with Tiffany's classic diamond ring.

The middle finger of the left hand, the distance of only one finger is the left ring finger, the seat of the wedding ring.

An Xiaoxi had a subtle feeling in her heart, if one day, Qiao Wenhan could put on the ring finger of her left hand, the picture would look good.

However, can she, a contract lover, really go that far?

She's a passerby, that's all too clear.

Thinking of the maid of Qiao's mansion who was silent about Qiao Wenhan's past women before, and Qiao Wenhan's ambiguous feelings for Shirley, maybe in other places, there are still a dozen contract lovers like An Xiaoxi.

Thinking of this, An Xiaoxi reflected on himself, and it was better to restrain his feelings for Qiao Wenhan.

Since you have decided not to love him, you will only stay at the level of employers and employees.

As for...... If something more recent, like the last misfire.

You must try to avoid it, if you can't escape the poisonous hands, you might as well be free and easy, as if you have met a scumbag.

Putting away his smile, Qiao Wenhan had already parked the car at the door of the inpatient department.

Open the car door for her and fasten her seatbelt.

Qiao Wenhan grew up in England and was quite a gentleman to women, but he was arrogant and ruthless and made it impossible to communicate with him.

I don't know whether it is unintentional or deliberately distant, Qiao Wenhan always exudes a sense of distance.

Qiao Wenhan wearing a seat belt is in front of him, with a straight suit, a wide shirt, delicate cufflinks and collar buttons, and a faint smell of men's perfume around his neck, which is fascinating.

Seeing this man saddle up for himself, even if there was no "I'm sorry", An Xiaoxi was not ready to apologize again.

This is the duty of a contract lover, and he must know how to deal with current affairs.

After all, not a real lover.

returned to Qiao's Mansion and returned to his usual life.

"This month's salary."

Qiao Wenhan said, handing over a bank card. An Xiaoxi was not polite, and put it directly into her wallet without taking a second look.

Two hundred thousand.

The astronomical amount is the same, eating and drinking every day in Qiao's Mansion, and it is so easy to earn it.

An Xiaoxi was a little happy, and then became a little depressed.

I make a living by selling jokes, and I have to follow that tyrant from time to time. What is the difference between my current self and those prostitutes?

After all, it still fell.

Hey, if only she hadn't been cornered, she could continue her small business at the night market. Realize your dreams step by step and live a hard life in a down-to-earth manner.

However, God refused to give her even this opportunity.

"Baby ......"

Hearing this sentence in a trance, An Xiaoxi thought that she was hallucinating.

turned his head and saw that it was indeed Qiao Wenhan.

"Fish", that's what he called. Now here comes "baby" again.

If she's really a baby, let her go quickly.

This month has experienced more in the Qiao Mansion than An Xiaoxi has experienced in the past year.

"Baby, come here"

Qiao Wenhan's subwoofer bombarded An Xiaoxi's eardrums, leaving her with no room for cranky thoughts, so she could only concentrate on submitting to her master's domination.

The magnetic voice stimulated every pore behind the ear, and An Xiaoxi could feel a shiver.

That familiar, overcharged feeling.

Qiao Wenhan hugged An Xiaoxi from behind and moved towards the garden little by little.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the flowers in the conservatory are blooming wonderfully. The two sat on the swing and staggered.

Naturally, Qiao Wenhan lay down sideways and pillowed his head on An Xiaoxi's lap. She was so frightened that she couldn't help but shrink into a ball and didn't dare to move.

"Shall I eat you?"

Who knows if you will eat it? The emperor's tongue, Qiao Wenhan, also ate a lot of women.

Knowing that An Xiaoxi has a good impression of him, he still teases him again and again, which is simply a demon. But then again, a man like Qiao Gongzi, who is a lot of money and a gentleman, may have grown up in the pile of women since he was a child, and some of them are clever ways to deal with women.

That's why it's like a cat playing with mice, playing with An Xiaoxi and those former contract lovers.

Qiao Wenhan took out a book and was about to read it, An Xiaoxi's whole body was nervous.

"Take it easy, I'll read it to you."

“IfIshouldseeyou,afterlongyear. HowshouldIgreet,withtears,withsilence.”

The super pure Cambridge cavity slowly emanated from between Qiao Wenhan's lips and teeth. It is the famous work of the English poet Byron "The Death of Spring".

"Do you know that?"

Qiao Wenhan raised his eyes and looked at An Xiaoxi.

"If he meets one day, how will I congratulate you? In silence, with tears. ”

Chinese translation spoken by An Xiaoxi.

Byron, she still knew. Such a romantic and arrogant genius has a colorful life, too wild, too romantic, and too charming, which makes people want to stop.

But if you fall in love with such a person, you are destined to be bruised all over your body.

"Parting is chic, and only reunion will be awkward and embarrassing."

Qiao Wenhan talked to himself thoughtfully, An Xiaoxi didn't say anything, and looked at the roses in the greenhouse, which were in full bloom.

However, when they leave the greenhouse, they quickly wither.

Just like this wonderful relationship between her and Qiao Wenhan, without that contract, it is nothing.

The water is murmuring, the aroma is long, and time is drifting away little by little. Two people with different hearts spent the whole afternoon in the warm house.

Qiao Wenhan read poems to An Xiaoxi, and An Xiaoxi also read poems to Qiao Wenhan. Although she does not have a noble Cambridge accent, her excellent English expression does impress Qiao Wenhan.

He never thought that a girl from a night market stall would have such cultivation and heritage.

Maybe he had thought of it a long time ago, otherwise how could he sign that ridiculous contract with An Xiaoxi.

Funny, Ann Xiaoxi has always made him amused.

After dinner, Qiao Wenhan asked the servants to pack their bags and go on their last business trip to Singapore a year ago.

A gentle kiss fell on Ann Xiaoxi's forehead.

Standing in front of the gate of Qiao's mansion, she suddenly had a real feeling of a hostess, to be precise, a real feeling of Qiao Wenhan's lover.

Like a loyal and virtuous wife, watching her husband leave who has traveled far away.

Every minute and every second, I pray that he will be safe and well.

The Qiao Mansion without Qiao Wenhan is divided into two worlds, An Xiaoxi and the others.

An Xiaoxi is very introverted and not good at dealing with other people. She is neither a master nor a servant, and in short, the relationship is awkward.

I'm embarrassed to call those servants easily. But the housekeeper Uncle Zhang took good care of her, and the maids of several consuls did not embarrass her. Life is still at ease.

However, there were unforeseen circumstances, and the day after Qiao Wenhan left.

Outside the gate of Qiao's mansion, an imposing woman came running.

Uncle Zhang and several servants were beaten back. Black.

Ten centimeters of diamond-encrusted high heels, with a brand-new Porsche Cayenne behind him, full of jewels, and a frightening lipstick.

The fierce woman cursed viciously, An Xiaoxi didn't know that she was about to face a great enemy, and she was still concentrating on reading the recipe and studying.

The woman shouted loudly, and no one in the Qiao Mansion dared to get close.

First, it is indeed this woman who is pungent and arrogant, and second, where can they afford to be subordinates.

"Vixen!"