"Stop!"

    "Rather“ Mu Zichen grabs her wrist, but Ning Lin stares at him, and throws away his hand full of resentment.

    "Miss Ning, is it too light“ Xia Zhi turns back and her lips light.

    Ning Hui stood still with a sneer and took a glass of red wine from the table next to him.

    "Since Miss Xia sent such a thoughtful gift, I would like to propose a toast to Miss Xia in person."

    Xia Zhi sneered: "Miss Ning, we are all acquaintances. Don''t be so polite."

    Ning Hui''s mouth was raised, his wine cup was gently swayed, and he stumbled at his feet. All the wine in the cup fell on Xia Zhi''s red cheongsam, leaving a deep red wine stain.

    "Oh, I''m so sorry. My skirt is too long and I''m caught. You can see that my skirt is dirty, but it''s better to be dirty than my heart. What do you say, Zichen?"

    Ning Hui is arrogant and domineering. She was born with many stars. She has never suffered any setbacks. She can''t stand such stimulation. Naturally, she has to do everything to insult her.

    In front of this woman, she seems to have seen once in Mu Zichen''s wallet, so from the moment she really appeared, she could no longer maintain any noble appearance.

    After all, this feeling

    hard-earned.

    Mu Zichen rubbed the temple, this habitual little action, he has not changed.

    "Ning Ling, everybody watch. Don''t make trouble“

    "Mu Zichen, I''m kind enough to help her clean her clothes. Do you think I''m making trouble? If you don''t explain who this woman is today, let''s not make a decision on this marriage. You think the Mu family can survive without the support of Ning family. "

    Mu Zichen''s voice is gentle, but with a trace of helpless fatigue: "I told you, this is young and not sensible feelings, don''t worry about it, OK, honey, today is our wedding."

    Xia Zhi looks at this man lightly.

    The feeling of being young and not sensible.

    What an understatement.

    Ning Yu hears this sentence, Jiao laughs out a voice, in the heart quite some complacency: "since you also loved our family son Chen, also be regarded as a predestination, we son Chen did not choose you, I am also very sorry, Miss Xia, I help you wipe the wine stains on the clothes."

    Xia Zhi stares at Mu Zichen''s face, once how many proud men, now, in front of a woman so low brow, she does not know is angry or distressed.

    At this time, as if in the past their obsession in an instant collapse, at a loss in my mind.

    As if, this face, has become strange, no longer the past.

    "Hiss!"

    The sound of the clothes being torn came, and everyone took a breath.

    Xia Zhi''s side waist shows exquisite skin lines.

    In full view of the public, Ning Lin tears Xia Zhi''s clothes, and undoubtedly insults her.

    Xia Zhi is indifferent and looks down as if he is waiting for something.

    "Oh, I''m so sorry, I''m so clumsy." Ning Yu''s voice was clearly sarcastic.

    A dress is draped on the body, Xia zhiyixi, eyes shining, she knows he still can''t bear to see her humiliated.

    Almost holding a trace of fragile expectation, he raised his head. What he saw was not mu Zichen''s gentle face, but a face similar to a demon, with clear outline and extremely beautiful face.

    "Since Miss Ning is toasting to face, baby, we can''t be rude. Let''s toast to the bride. Come on, hold it in your hand, hold it up, well, baby, that''s it. OK, follow me, pour..."

    The man is tall and upright with a strong aura. His sword eyebrows are flying, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and the radian of his mouth is the most exciting.

    He held Xia Zhi''s soft and slender hands, raised a red wine glass with both hands and fell down slowly.

    Xia Zhi''s eyes widened, and there was a scream behind him.

    This... Man, too bold!

    High foot glass crystal clear, in the sun swaying intoxicated light.

    The red liquor flows out slowly along the wine glass, across the silk like black, porcelain like white, strong red, and finally falls to the ground, breaking out the scattered water.

    The black of silk is Ning Li''s hair.

    The white of porcelain is Ning''s cheek.

    Strong red, is Ning''s lips.

    "Ah, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

    "Oh, I''m so sorry. Ben, don''t shake your hands, baby. Why don''t we wipe Miss Ning."

    Xia Zhi is suddenly in a good mood, raising a smile and ambiguous tone.

    "Honey, how can you be so careless."

    "That''s because, when I see you, my legs are weak. Don''t talk about my hands." Man''s soft voice is manly language, skilled flirting.

    "My God, isn''t this Fu Shaoxin, the young master of the Fu family, the president of Litian international."

    "Well, I always see it on TV. It''s more handsome to see real people today."

    "Good gentleness, good romance, good hegemony, good president, people like it."

    ......

    There were bursts of discussion in the crowd.

    After seeing the man, Fu Zijing silently shrinks into the crowd, where she usually goes is the focus, and now she wants to minimize her sense of existence.

    "Mr. Fu. You are... "Naturally, Mu Zichen knew Fu Shaoxin. He was slightly dissatisfied with his behavior, but he was afraid of his identity, so his tone was polite. Anyway, it was Mu Zichen''s engagement ceremony.

    Fu Shaoxin casually hooks Xia Zhi''s slender waist with one hand and inserts it in his pants pocket with the other hand. He is tall and upright and noble.

    "Ben Shao and his fiancee are just toasting for you. Don''t make a fuss. Go on. It''s time to change the ring. It''s time to keep making love."

    Fiancee

    Fu Shaoxin, as we all know, a man who lives in the mouth of women, is the first male god in the hearts of girls and young women in Yibei city. He is rich and has absolute high appearance value. He is romantic but not amorous. He has been in contact with many famous model stars, but none of them can maintain more than a month, let alone famous.

    That is to say, in this kind of public occasion, only Xia knows a woman who was admitted by Fu Shao himself.

    Fu Shao, who is it?

    In the original words of Xia Zhi''s best friend and Lin Erqing''s long ending, it''s like this: ah, Fu Shaoxin, a noble young master with a golden key, has a face of death. However, the master who never touches his body, never hears a new man''s smile, no matter how old people cry, make trouble or hang themselves, The bull who rolls on the top of the waves when he is young is a shining figure.

    Xia Zhi knows that what she wants to express most is actually the last sentence: elder sisters want to sleep with him for a long time.

    So, in front of her, it''s Fu Shaoxin, master Fu, who has swept thousands of girls'' hearts and killed thousands of young women''s feelings.

    Of course, Xia Zhi has never been included in these thousands of girls.

    Because, in the past n years, Xia Zhi''s eyes have always been only mu Zichen.