(2 years later)

A Rolls-Royce silver charm slowly drove into the black iron gate with a hollow pattern, and a British-style villa came into view, with a French luxury fountain in the center shining dazzling golden in the sun, a row of French plane trees on both sides, and green lawns and light purple and pink roses under the trees.

The door of the Rolls-Royce was slowly opened, and a row of cold-faced bodyguards in black uniforms stood in front of the door waiting, and a man stepped out.

Hazel fragmented hair, a knife-like face, and facial features like ghostly axe carvings, but without a trace of expression, arrogant and cold.

Amber eyes, cold and arrogant, as if without focus, deep as the bottomless sea.

The long black trench coat wrapped around his handsome body, like a perfect statue, unbelievably perfect.

His name is Leng Yan, he is the president of the international company Shengyan Group, and he is the son of Leng Shen, who is unique in the underworld. And coldness is a terrifying character on the road, indifference and ruthlessness are his labels, and the Shengyan Group has created a myth in Asia.

"Is she back?" The indifferent tone all revealed his kingly atmosphere.

Fang's mother greeted her and replied respectfully, "Miss is back, in the piano room." ”

The palatial hall is hung with white delicate palace lamps, and the tassels on the lamps tremble slightly, matching the glittering floor.

The tall figure walked up the stairs, the stairs are black marble, inlaid with golden fine lines, handrails of black essence, round to the touch, and the golden hollow reveals gorgeous luxury.

Walking up to the second floor, the intermittent sound of the piano came from the piano room.

Xia Xingchen's long seaweed-like hair was lazy on her shoulders, her eyes were like seawater, her skin was ivory white, and the crystal fingertips of her right hand were beating on the black and white keys, and incoherent notes came out of her hands.

Even though the hallway was covered with soft hallways and she couldn't hear any footsteps, she knew someone was coming this way. And know who this man is, because only when he comes back, the maid of the house will look so trembling in the morning.

As her left hand reached for the keys, a cold snort came from the door......

Leaning against the door with a smile and looking at her back, Leng Yan walked over slowly, reached out from behind to brush her hair, and stroked Xia Xingchen's face, "Sister, I'm really interested today, I thought you would never touch the piano again." ”

Xia Xingchen turned his head, his long eyelashes trembled lightly on his cheeks, and his small and delicate face seemed to reveal a bright starlight, "Only by playing the piano can I better remember what I experienced two years ago, isn't it?!" ”

Leng Yan dragged her up, pressed her against the wall, made a muffled sound, and Leng Yan chuckled and looked at her, "Listening to my sister's tone, it seems that I am blaming my brother..."

Xia Xingchen's smile was very light, but his eyes were extremely indifferent, "What did my brother say?" My brother is so gentle, and my sister makes Xingchen feel disgusting!! ”

Leng Leaned over her ear, spoke softly, and her hot breath sprayed on her neck, "My sister makes me feel even more disgusting, I am so angry that I want to kill, but I always have to pretend to be simple, kind, and obedient, I am too good at pretending!" ”

Xia Xingchen raised her eyes, she had a pair of very beautiful eyes, her eyes were like starlight, bright and clear. As beautiful as black jade, clear, and as calm and deep as the sea, she smiled sweetly, "Compared to my brother, I still need to learn!" ”

With a cold smile, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, leaning over to kiss her cherry lips, Xia Xingchen did not resist, and let him overbearingly pry open her closed teeth and plunder wantonly.

And just as the cold kiss turned sharply, wanting to bite her collarbone, Xia Xingchen closed his eyes and said, "Brother, I still have dance class in the afternoon!" ”

Hearing this, Leng Yan threw her to the ground and walked out of the piano room with anger.

Xia Xingchen got up and walked to the window, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky lightly, and couldn't see any emotion.