In the second year of his arrival in New York, the news said that he would encounter a once-in-a-century blizzard.

As the snowflakes drifted through the glass window of the Fifth Avenue apartment in Manhattan, Shang Mingbao couldn't help but pause as he tried his skirt.

No one thought that this first snow would kick off in such a gentle way.

In the huge cloakroom, a lot of skirts and shoes were lost on the plush carpet and chair back, and her best friend, who is also from Hong Kong Island, held a fruity lollipop in her mouth and suddenly said: "Someone touched the clock screen on the plane a few days ago." ”

Shang Mingbao didn't hear it, walked to the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, knelt down on one knee, and pressed his other bare toe against the plush carpet.

"The snow came so early this year." She rarely looks at the snow, so she can't take her eyes off it.

Looking down from the penthouse, the streetlights of Fifth Avenue are lit in the twilight, and women wrapped in fur fold their hands and light cigarettes in the snow. A young man in a black jacket passed by her, revealing a textured green and white in the paper bag he was holding.

Shang Mingbao's eyes moved, and there were still people in this stream of consumers who were walking alone with green plants.

The best friend was indifferent to the weather, covered her lips and lowered her voice: "Everyone outside says that Zhongping is gay, so where are you going?" He shouldn't be able to, right? ”

Zhong Ping has been a movie star who has been a fan of Shang Mingbao for many years, and has launched a fierce offensive against her since last year. She later learned that Zhong Ping had actually known about her family background for a long time, and had maintained an improper relationship with his same-sex boss for many years. The reason why he approached her was because he coveted her identity as the third lady of the merchant and wanted to change Gao Zhi.

Shang Mingbao didn't want to hear this name anymore, so he closed his eyes and suppressed his emotions: "I don't know, he doesn't dare, you can change the topic." ”

The girlfriend didn't seem to notice her unhappiness, but she was still chattering with interest: "What about the ones picked up on the Internet?" He ...... to his boss."

Before she finished speaking, a mobile phone smashed straight into her arms-

"It's over, isn't it? Liao Yunuo, do you want to call and ask in person now? Shang Mingbao held back the dizziness that rushed to his forehead and shouted, "Sophie! ”

Sophie has been her housekeeper since she was a child, and when she heard the call, she pushed the door in as soon as she heard the call, and her eyes were nervous: "What's wrong?" ”

"Send Liao Yunuo back."

Liao Yunuo happened to have a game at night, and she was suddenly ordered to be evicted, but she was not angry, she got up with a smile, put her arm around her shoulder and pasted it: "It seems that you haven't been desensitized yet." Seriously, it's time for you to get out and get some fresh air, gay, it's more common in Manhattan than homeless people, so why bother being angry for so long? It's not that I'm embarrassed. ”

Before going out, Liao Yunuo didn't forget to pick up her friend's wool and picked up a pair of red-soled high heels: "I like this, take it." ”

Sophie arranged for the driver to send Miss Liao, and when she came back, she saw Mingbao nestled in the sofa, looking at the skyline in the twilight in a daze.

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After a few days, when Liao Yunuo came to the door again with great interest, he was wearing the high heels that day on his feet, followed by a series of people, and held an invitation letter in his hand: "Get dressed!" ”

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, but the heating in the house was very drunk.

Shang Mingbao held a bottle of red wine, half-lying on the chaise longue, with his eyes closed: "What are you doing with your clothes?" ”

"Alan's Bureau." Liao Yunuo took away her wine bottle, and poured herself a full glass without blinking: "It's not interesting to drink too much alone?" Let's go, Alan has a lot of friends. ”

Alan's surname is Wu, and his family is prominent, and he is the fourth generation of the Wu family to come to New York from the Republic of China.

After that, Liao Yunuo gave the housekeeper a look: "Sophie, iron the skirt I brought and change it for your young lady." ”

snapped his fingers again: "Don't be stunned, quickly take care of Miss Shang." ”

The private styling team for Manhattan's celebrities and celebrities was ordered by Miss Liao today to remake her self-depraved best friend.

Several people who had been waiting behind her stepped forward and set up Shang Mingbao. Shang Mingbao struggled to no avail, so he had to disarm and surrender.

She was honestly pressed and sat for two hours, from hair care to styling to skincare, makeup and nails, and finally was able to change her face and become a new person.

The girl reflected in the dressing mirror is slender and straight, the long straight maroon hair is shining with a soft luster, and the shape of Qi bangs is still done some time ago, and it looks very delicate and foreign with a little care at the moment,

A black Bentley was waiting on the street, and the driver bent down to open the rear seat door when he saw the figure of the two people coming down the steps.

The heating in the car had been warmed up just right, and as soon as he got into the car, Liao Yunuo first opened the champagne, then took off his coat, and then couldn't wait to say: "Let me tell you, Xiang Lianqiao's grandson is also there!" ”

"Who?"

The study abroad circle in New York is very large, and every day there are people who come from this and that place spring up like mushrooms after a rain; The study abroad circle in New York is very small, especially the circle between her and Liao Yunuo, who can enter early in the morning, and those who can't get in can't climb the dragon and the phoenix. Shang Mingbao couldn't think of anyone else who could make Liao Yunuo so excited.

"Xiang Lianqiao!" Liao Yunuo repeated again in a frustrated voice.

After thinking for a few seconds, Shang Mingbao asked uncertainly, "You ...... Ex-boyfriend? Oh sorry, he has grandchildren. ”

“…… Miss, don't you study history? Liao Yunuo couldn't believe it.

Although the names of famous people are separated by numbers in textbooks, although they are not household names, a brief search in the library reveals a whole row of monographs, work memoirs, and biographies, covering continents and oceans.

"My father often said that Ambassador Xiang was honest and humble, and he was very elegant and courageous, although it was only a few faces, but it left a deep impression and encouragement on him when he first arrived in the United States." Liao Yunuo drank while muttering, "I didn't expect Alan to have such a relationship, he never mentioned it before." ”

She said very emotionally, but Shang Mingbao didn't listen to anything, just for the surname "Xiang" had a second of heartbeat fluctuations, and the long absent-mindedness that came with it.

The windows are covered with dark privacy film, and through the glass, the lights of the townhouses on the Upper East Side float very unrealistically.

Stunned, Shang Mingbao's eyes moved back to his senses, and the hand holding his chin loosened.

It's strange, in the middle of winter when the snow has not melted, how can there still be people on the streets of such a rich and prominent community...... Riding a bike?

He wears a low-key black jacket with a zipper pulled to the top to cover half of his chin, a black cold hat, silver earplugs are eye-catching, and a headphone cable shakes with the sharp cold wind brought by cycling.

Bentley walked with him for less than a second before sliding across the corner.

Under the high-hanging street lamp, in the heavy snow, Shang Mingbao looked back, only to feel that the half of his face exposed outside was too indifferent, and he was too comfortable and calm.

She didn't know that ten minutes after she arrived at the Wu family's mansion, the bicycle also drove into the front yard of the Wu family, and the young man who was still wearing a jacket just now hurriedly climbed the steps and pulled the zipper all the way down, revealing a straight black evening suit inside, and approached the same brightly lit building as her.

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The building where the Wu family is located is a famous designer, which is very elegant and elegant, and the sound of a small orchestra wafts from the checkered window on the fourth floor, which is covered by heavy curtains.

The concierge is located in the entrance, and there is a small cloakroom, which properly stores all the guests' clothes and handbags, all kinds of luxury cashmere are smooth and straight, and rare leather handbags are scattered, interspersed with several luxurious furs.

Shang Mingbao took off his coat and handed over the tweed coat to the servant for safekeeping, and then turned the screen with Liao Yunuo, walked through the lobby, and finally met the two members of the Wu family at the spiral staircase.

The host of this private banquet was the youngest son of the Wu family. This was his first time hosting a dinner party, and he was afraid that he would not take good care of him, so his mother accompanied him to welcome him here.

In the seven-meter-high atrium, the wind chimes of crystal lamps hang like a waterfall, and the mother and son wear a suit and leather shoes, and the other wears a royal blue satin evening gown, and the smile on their faces is the signature Upper East Side's kindness, warmth, and impeccable.

“auntie，Alan。” Shang Mingbao stepped forward to greet him, and was warmly and affectionately embraced by Mrs. Wu.

"It's been a long time since you've been out and about, Alan really has a face." Mrs. Wu said, took Shang Mingbao's hand and greeted her warmly, and glanced at her son by the way.

Wu Alan shrugged his shoulders and said in a casual tone: "You still call me Bai Yan, otherwise I will have to call you babe." ”

Shang Mingbao's English name was chosen for her by her parents. She is the pearl of the businessman's palm, and the name "babe" is very appropriate, but Wu Baiyan doesn't call her that, thinking that she takes advantage.

Shang Mingbao tilted his head, his rose-colored lips opened slightly, restrained the urge to choke with him, and changed it to a signature smirk.

She and Liao Yunuo were late, and the welcome was already at the end. The servant led them up the stairs, and Mrs. Wu turned her gaze back after a few seconds: "The guests are almost here, you go up to accompany Mingbao first, and leave the rest to me." ”

Wu Baiyan had this intention, but still asked, "Is he really here?" ”

The people who were invited today are all his friends in the circle, and their identities are either rich or noble, or they are highly sought after cultural and artistic celebrities in New York, and only this last one he doesn't know.

In other words, even if you don't know each other. After all, they had only met once in China, when Wu Baiyan was still young, but the other party was already a high school student.

Mrs. Wu stroked the collar of the evening dress: "Since your father confessed and sent an invitation, he always wants to come." ”

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The black carbon fiber bike lowered its center of gravity and slid smoothly across the last street corner before coming to a halt in front of the Wu family's mansion.

The steps and steps leading to the mansion were covered with snow, imprinting the footprints of the guests, and covered with new snow.

Xiang Feiran's long legs bent slightly, and after exhaling softly, he raised his wrist to look at his watch. Fifteen minutes left until the invitation was written.

He parked and locked the car in the Manyuanhao workshop, and peeled off the jacket as he climbed the steps.

In order to avoid pleating the suit during the ride, he did not button it, and at this time, while walking in a hurry, he raised his hand, and politely buttoned one button of the suit, and took off the cold hat on his head, revealing fluffy black hair.

The Wu family's concierge witnessed the whole process with a subtle expression. When they arrived, he smiled with restraint and impeccable politeness, and said, "Sir, please show me the invitation." ”

He couldn't be blamed for this, after all, he hadn't seen anyone come to the banquet through the north.

Xiang Feiran has only moved into a new apartment for a few months, and he has not been bothered to synchronize the address to China, so the Wu family cannot send him a paper invitation. Hearing the request, he looked calm and did not feel offended, but clicked on the mailbox and found the letter from the "deleted".

When he pushed the phone to the other party, his two fingers pressed lightly, and no one could help but notice that his knuckles were slender and his bones were clear, which inexplicably gave people a very powerful feeling.

The smile on the concierge's face changed, and he apologized as he took the jacket he handed him with both hands.

The trail to the top of the staircase is gorgeous and long.

The phone vibrated and Xiang Feiran glanced down at it, and it was the band's lead singer who sent a message complaining that he had hired a replacement drummer to bring him to work drunk and perform badly.

The closer the Christmas season gets, the more invitations and appearance fees for the band rise, and no one wants to see the sign smashed. Xiang Feiran didn't stop, edited a message with one hand, and promised to make up for a day for free.

After dealing with this, the long hall also came to an end. He put away his phone, opened his glasses with his fingers, put on his half-rimmed glasses, and appeared in front of the host as if he had come to the banquet in a serious manner.

Mrs. Wu was telling the housekeeper the details of the dinner, and when she caught a glimpse of someone, her expression was unconsciously stunned, and she forgot the words that came to her mouth.

The butler was inexplicable, and followed her gaze to look over.

In the line of sight, I saw an oriental man coming from the depths of the ear hall. He has a superior figure, a wide and thin skeleton, and he controls a black suit well, and has an unforgettable, youthful coldness feeling.

Outside the Roman windows on the right, snow is blowing in the night.