Zhuo Zhifang glanced at Ye Qiqi, and said with a smile, "Bo Gongzi, today is Qiqi's birthday, can you enjoy your face and dance?" ”

As he spoke, the music sounded, as if to alleviate the embarrassment, and the guests also took their eyes back from Yezishi's body, and at the same time, the subordinates of the Yejia family hugged her, separated between Bo Chuyan and Yezishi, and quietly pushed her towards the stairs.

Wearing small black heels at night, he was constantly pushed to the top of the stairs by the servants, and his eyes looked at Zhuo Zhifang over everyone.

This is her real mother.

She is biological, Ye Qiqi was brought by Ye Guosheng, how could Zhuo Zhifang bear to be like this to her own flesh and blood, but she treats Ye Qiqi as if she were her own.

Even if she died once, she still couldn't understand it.

The second lady of the night family was pale at this time, and was strongly pushed by the servant.

Bo Qiyan squinted, staring gloomily at the delicate figure at the staircase, ignoring Ye Qiqi's outstretched hand, he brushed away the servant, and the tall figure strode towards Yezishi.

Ye Qiqi suddenly turned her head and looked at the man's long back in a custom black suit, and her face became even more ugly.

Tang Xuan was already shocked from the moment Bo Qiyan questioned Mrs. Ye, when did he know Zi?

What surprised her even more was that he was going to save Yazi now?!

There was disbelief in her eyes.

At night, he was pushed by the servant, and his delicate face and heart were cold—he died once, and he didn't have a long memory? When she was kidnapped and sent to the black market, did her biological mother ever ask?

For a whole year, until she died, the night family seemed to be silent as if there was no such person as her.

She thought that maybe she was mistaken for the Ye family who killed Tang Xuan and regarded her as a thorn in the flesh, and hoped that she would not be implicated in the Ye family.

How can you still ask whether she is alive or dead?

She even had unrealistic expectations and fantasies about her mother.

The despair emanating from her body was so heavy that the men behind her could deeply feel that this thin and thin girl had gone from confusion to despair.

The servant felt the chill behind him, and when he turned around, he scattered, only the servant who was dragging the white arm of the night was still unconscious and fearless.

When the thin slashing eyes fell on the bruised scratches on the girl's white arms, the good-looking sword eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.

"Let go of her." The low, slightly magnetic voice exudes a palpitating coldness.

Footsteps faltered at night.

She was tugging at one arm by the subordinate, and the other hand was on the handrail of the wooden staircase, her eyes drooping in anticipation, and her eyelashes fluttered.

Before she could think about it, her waist was grabbed by a pair of big palms, and her body swirled into the cold incense arms of the man behind her like a gust of wind.

Yezi blinked his eyes and calmly raised his face.

She thought that if it was in her previous life, she might be grateful to fall in love with him, but now,

No, it won't.

In the plain peach blossom eyes, he looked at him calmly, and he saw the girl's red lips lightly opened, and said something that made him feel blocked, "Bo Gongzi, you hurt me." ”

Bo Chuyan frowned, "So, you plan to be dragged upstairs by your family's subordinates?" ”

"Or else?" At night, he lowered his eyes, and his red lips picked out a touch of mockery.

The man paused, his eyes darkening slightly, "At least you need to explain where the dress on your body came from." ”

Glancing downward, he glanced at her face and finally stared at her face.