Ji Shuman's heart was surging, her face was slightly red, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the knuckles holding the armrest were white.

She lifted her hand and stroked her chest and took a deep breath.

The white fingers combed the smooth black hair, the fingertips twisted the skirt of the white evening dress, and walked eagerly downstairs with his slender straight legs.

In the hall, the three members of the Ji family were taking a group photo, and the photographer directed the little master to hold his parents' hands and pose for a pose, clicking and pressing the shutter.

Ji Shuman walked past these people, her beautiful round eyes were full of anticipation, eagerly searching through the crowd, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see.

Could it be that I just had auditory hallucinations?

She tugged at the corners of her lips and mocked Xu for thinking too much.

It's been ten years, and he has been preserved intact except for the butterfly specimen he received at the beginning, and there is no news from him.

Perhaps, when he fell from the clouds to the bottom, he was separated from him.

Ji Shuman took the red wine glass from the servant and took a sip alone.

Gently sighed that his father was really generous, and the treasures of the Potus Winery were used to hold a birthday banquet for his ten-year-old son.

Once upon a time, she was also a treasure in her father's palm, but now......

Since ancient times, only the new man laughs, not to mention that the old man has ......

Ji Shuman felt depressed in her heart, drank all the wine in her glass in one gulp, shuttled through the crowd, and came to the garden outside.

"Cangyuan, Mo Xin, when are you two going to have a child?"

It's Ji's father's voice.

"Follow the fate, Mo Xin is afraid of hurt......"

The warm and deep voice, the feeling of déjà vu, sounds very comfortable.

It's him, that's right!

"Cangyuan...... Dislike! ”

The woman's coquettishness was numb, and Ji Shuman frowned slightly.

Ji Shuman raised his eyes and looked.

It was in the place where she first met Song Cangyuan, in that lawn, that she saw him again.

The man's face came into her eyes again after a gap of ten years.

Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, deep eyes, a straight nose, sexy thin lips.

The years did not take away the slightest bit of his handsomeness.

Even if the gentle smile on his face was gone, his head was no longer there, and his white clothes turned into a well-cut pure black suit.

But the calmness and warmth revealed on the body, with a little abstinence and alienation, are mature after years of precipitation.

Song Cangyuan held the goblet in one hand, put the other hand on the woman's snow-white shoulder, and the platinum ring on the ring finger was a little dazzling.

Yes, he has long passed the age of his establishment, and he should have gotten married a long time ago, didn't his father just ask him when he would have a child?

Presumably the woman next to him is his wife, right?

Ji Shuman's eyes then turned to the woman.

A rouge pink suspender evening dress is a color she doesn't like.

The woman has a bumpy figure, dressed hot and sexy, holding a goblet in her hand, and her face is full of red light.

She was looking up at the man beside her, her body pressed tightly to the man, sometimes writhing her bewitching body, winding like a silk flower.

The woman's profile looks exquisite, and the diamonds on her neck and fingers are bold and eye-catching.

The woman who can match him Song Cangyuan must be a famous lady, a fairy and beautiful.

Just as the woman turned her face to face her at this angle.

Ji Shuman saw the woman's appearance clearly.

Suddenly, her feet were a little weak, and she almost didn't stand firm.

She subconsciously grabbed her left wrist, her fingers trembling slightly, and clutched the watch tightly, her water-red nails seemed to be embedded in her pink skin.

How could it be her? How could her Uncle Cangyuan be the woman she married?

Ji Shuman's heart ached like a knife, fine sweat oozed from her forehead, she felt a little difficult to breathe, raised her hand and stroked her chest, leaned on the white marble pillar behind her and took a deep breath.

Ji Shuman eased up, took out his mobile phone from his handbag, edited a message and sent it to a person with a note as Sam:

[Help me check Song Cangyuan's wife, all the information!] 】

"Shuman, come here!"

Her father was calling her.

Ji Shuman lifted the skirt and ran to her father's side with the corners of her lips up.

"Dad, you called me?"

Song Cangyuan's hand had been taken off the woman's shoulder, his face was calm, and his deep eyes looked at the Qianqian girl in front of him.

"You're Shuman?"

Just like the sentence ten years ago, the voice is warm, low and magnetic.

Ji Shuman turned his face to look at him, his beautiful eyes flowing, trying his best to hide the tension in his heart, with a polite smile on his fair little face.

"Well, you're Uncle Song!"

The voice is sweet and soft, no longer like the milky voice of the little girl ten years ago.