In the early morning, the white light of the mirror vaguely broke in through the gray floor-to-ceiling window screen, and struck Ou Qihe's cold and handsome face lightly.

After a moment of silence, thinking that the person downstairs had been tossing for so long last night, and must still be asleep at the moment, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

And the servants have already begun their day's work diligently.

"Hey, the old lady is me, Lian Xiang, I didn't bother you. I guess it's afternoon, so I dared to call you. The maid Lian Xiang pretended to be cleaning up weeds on the lawn, but secretly made a transatlantic call.

All this was seen by Steward Ding, he couldn't tolerate these things, and he had no choice but to know who was on the other end of the phone, and he was in a dilemma; He didn't want Ou Qihe to know that someone had a secret communication with his mother, and he couldn't dismiss Lian Xiang, in fact, it was not easy for her, the children who came out to work hard in the countryside, if the United States must know every move here, even if there was no Lian Xiang, there would be others.

"What's the matter?" Diane asked, drooping her eyelids and pulling a long Lafayette voice.

Au Qihe's mother, Diane, now lives in the United States, and is a former ballet dancer, lazily doing her toenails. Ou Qihe's appearance is naturally inherited more from his mother, while Ou Qihe inherited his good looks without urgency, and also inherited his innate love for ballet. It's just that for Ou Qihe, the once gorgeous, arrogant and noble ballet dancer has long been like a broken winged angel, and can never fly with wings and fly to the east. In this regard, dance can only linger in his heart, but cannot be put into action.

"That's right, old lady, didn't you say a few days ago that you wanted to come here in person?" Lian Xiang looked at the surroundings with eyes like a thief, and timidly tested the other party's tone.

"Did I say that?" Diane asked, looking at her freshly finished fingernails.

"You don't remember what you said? Just last time I called you and told you about that Xia Xiaofu living here......"

"Oh, I remember, they were still married, and the wedding was still held at home." Diane lifted her tired eyelids, a little more refreshed.

"Yes, it's her, didn't you say you were going to come and get her out in person?"

"Oh, I think I said that, but now I can't pull away." Diane shifted her ass and adjusted her sitting position.

"Yes...... But their relationship is deepening day by day, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will ...... By the way, they don't seem to have registered yet, and now if you come to preside over the big picture, it's still too late. ”

Diane sighed, picked her eyelids, looked uninterested, and responded lazily: "I can't go now, I just got a boyfriend." Eh, you just kicked her out on my behalf, didn't you say she was stupid, and I came all the way over? I guess you'll be able to figure it out. ”

"However, the gentleman is very protective of her." Lian Xiang was a little reluctant.

"If the light is not good, the dark will be covered. But there is one thing, don't try to replace it, or I will drive away a fox, and a wild wolf from the countryside will appear. ”

Stinky old woman, you are the wolf of the country, you are the old dog of the country!

After bathing, Ou Qihe wrapped a white bath towel around his body, looked up at himself in the handicraft heart carving, gilded floor-to-ceiling mirror with a carved heart, and his resolute eyes revealed the fragility of shaking, mixed with a few traces of innocent yearning, although it was just a little star, it was enough to make his soul collapse at any time. I saw him slowly arch his straight and slender right leg, like a flower blooming on Mo, and tiptoe up the tip of his right foot, which was as warm as jade; He naively thought that maybe the wound on his foot would one day be miraculously healed, and then he would raise his neck on the stage again, straighten his legs, and dance with his arms again. But the dull pain, the old wound on his foot that he couldn't stretch, reminded himself again and again that there was no such possibility.

He changed into a haute couture suit with a delicate black cut, put on a half-black metal Venetian wrought iron half-face mask, and held a white jade cane, and walked out of the room, striding down the corridor covered with Italian blue-brown marble tiles, his lips closed and his eyes cold.

In the mansion, although almost everywhere were male and female maids in suits and uniforms, they were all silent and silent, not daring to make any movement, because he liked to be quiet.

Ou Qihe came to the porcelain white door of Xia Xiaofu's bedroom, and gently pressed down the metal handle of the door, but the door did not open as smoothly as before, which not only made his face a little discolored. His temperament will not be gloomy. When he reached middle age, the humble and kind housekeeper Ding, Uncle Ding naturally understood Ou Qihe's temper, and in order to appease him as soon as possible, Butler Ding hurriedly handed over the key with both hands. He thought it was better for him to open the door himself, it was always bad for him to do this kind of thing.

After entering, he closed the porcelain white door, stood the white jade cane quietly beside the door, and sat beside her quietly.

She was still asleep, wrapped in a milky white quilt, like a girl growing out of cotton, budding to be released. I saw that her thick and shiny long hair like black silk was scattered and lying very lazily on half of her face, making her face both blurry and faint, but even then her appearance was visible.

The long, thick eyelashes seem to be outlined with danqing, and their color is dark and shiny. The slightly flushed face was like a first-ripe peach, which made Ou Qihe want to pinch it lightly.

This is Xia Xiaofu, a woman born in Futian in the summer, twenty-three years old this year, four years younger than him, and was lured here by him with a million coercion. He wanted her to accompany him for the rest of his life, but after she came, he became more and more flustered and at a loss. The chaotic heart is not the expected steadfastness, but the infinite desire in the turmoil. What he is longing for, it seems, is the same as the desire to give back the heart.

He leaned forward, his face gentle as a gentle stream, pure and beautiful. He stretched out his long, creamy hand, and with his fingertips, gently brushed away a lock of hair from the corner of Xiaofu's mouth, moving gently and gently.

This action woke her up.

Xia Xiaofu was shocked to hold the hand that had just touched her, and held it tightly, so guarded, she regarded it as a weapon that would plot against her.

What is it? Tender and cold, with protruding joints.

Thinking of what it was, she swished away, and then saw Ou Qihe, who had already gotten up and stood in front of her.

She sat up with her arms propped up, and didn't get out of bed when she thought that her white silk nightdress was a little short, but still wrapped her lower body in a cream-white quilt.

Even so, the silky satin pajamas lazily rested on her icy muscles and smooth and fair skin, and the outer one slipped off her round shoulders, which was enough to make Ou Qi's heart flutter.

"You...... How did you? "How did you get in? She wanted to ask directly, but she was always afraid of him, and the words came back to her mouth.

She rhymes slowly, spitting out words word by word, with a soft voice, coupled with her flashing eyes, always unintentionally entangled and lingering in Ou Qihe's ears, sometimes a certain word, will linger in his heart.

And he never dared to reveal his inseparability, and was always struggling between pouring and restraint.

"Are you asking, how did I get in? Hmph, of course I can come in, not only in this room, but in any room in this house. He walked to the door, retrieved his white jade cane, and said with a slight screech.

There have been a few recent things that have displeased him, and they are naturally related to Xiaofu, and she can always provoke him.

"And you also have those maids' rooms?" Anytime, anywhere?

Originally, Ou Qihe wanted to show his majesty and authority in this family, but unexpectedly, Xia Xiaofu's mind became a different understanding.

Ou Qi's face turned blue, and his gaze was immediately cold to below zero.

What a maid's room! Ou Qihe felt greatly insulted! How could he get into their room, he wouldn't even look at the other women! He definitely has an artist-like ingenuity and exclusive feelings, once the lonely lake in his heart is swayed by a woman's eyes, it will be unforgettable.

He was angry that Xia Xiaofu thought of him as something, in his heart Xiaofu was a heartless and brainless woman, and he couldn't see his deep affection for her, and he still judged him like this, he really wanted to be angry with him.

For him, her reward for herself was to be so angry that he couldn't speak every day.

Seeing Lu Changting's trembling anger, her eyes looked like she was shooting a cold arrow, and knowing that she had said the wrong thing again, she lowered her head in shame. Leaving a wipe of his lips, he used this to dispel most of Ou Qihe's anger.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why did you lock the door?" Ou Qihe hit the ground with a white jade cane, and his tone softened a little, but his eyes still said with a slight fierceness.

She jerked her head up, swallowed hard, and looked at him. Xia Xiaofu's fear was also shy, she never felt that Ou Qihe with a mask was a flawed person. In fact, she had never seen such a vast and lonely person. Even though she only has half a face, the clear lines of the water chestnut and the thin and pink lips are enough to make her heart move.

But she could not, nor dared to seek love as passionately as a woman who seemed superior to her, and she always considered inferior, especially before what she regarded as a creditor.

Xiaofu replied tremblingly and aggrievedly: "I...... That, that's because, it's because I'm scared. It seemed to her that it was a precarious dilemma.

Naturally, she made it up, and the real answer was that she didn't want a man to appear at her bedside every morning before she even opened her eyes, which made her scheming every morning.

"Scared?" Ou Qihe's face turned into an unbridled expression on her answer because of this, which made him feel dark.

"yes, that's it, there's ...... At night, there was a strange noise outside the door, so I locked the door. Xiaofu couldn't detect the subtle changes on Ou Qihe's face, and she was still worried that the lies she had made up would be exposed, so she hurriedly explained.

When Ou Qihe heard such an explanation, he couldn't help but smile slightly, he thought of the selfishness of the bed. But soon, a trace of worry flashed in his dark eyes. With his slender hand, he touched his black metal Venetian wrought iron half-face mask, which was really lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot. But in any case, he didn't want to live alone and helpless night after night.

"Since you're scared, sleep in my room tonight." He turned around and said these words that made him a little shy, half of his face was reddened, but his eyes were bright.

(End of chapter)