Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

The snow was just like when Jiang Yushu came to Paris to find her. He was wearing a black coat and sitting on the long wooden chair where she often came and went. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, wrapped in silver light. He patted the snow off his shoulders, I waited there for her for a long, long time...

"Emma, ​​eldest lady, why are you crying?"

Wang Mei, who walked in, looked at Zhuang Mingyue sitting on the ground. She was stunned at first and didn't know what she was thinking.

Suddenly Hao Duan Duan burst into tears, and she hurried over worriedly.

"Emma, ​​how can this be done?"

Wang Mei hurriedly tried to wipe away her tears. Zhuang Mingyue came back to her senses and realized that she had lost her composure. She wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Wang Mei noticed the people in the photo album in Zhuang Mingyue's hand, "Emma, ​​who is this? How come you look so good-looking after growing up with everything you eat?" Just looking at it wasn't satisfying enough, so she picked it up and said, "She looks so good-looking. She looks like a fairy."

Zhuang Mingyue: "She is my mother."

"No wonder, the eldest lady also looks like a fairy."

Except for the old servants of the banker, no one knows that Yan Qingcheng was the former mistress of this villa.

Zhuang Mingyue whispered, "Mom, I have always been a very gentle person..."

"She likes painting and peonies..."

Yan Guhong once planted a large area of ​​peonies in Qingcheng Manor for his mother. When the season came, at a glance, peonies were in full bloom throughout the manor.

Zhuang Mingyue said a lot to her, as if he was confiding his feelings to someone.

The only person around Zhuang Mingyue in Nanyuan Villa who could speak was her.

This was the most she had ever spoken, and it was the first time that her emotions had been relieved since she had suppressed them for a long time.

"No wonder the eldest lady likes painting. It turns out that she does so much because of Madam. Eldest lady... what happened to Madam?"

"She...passed away after giving birth to me."

"Madam...sir is back." The servant knocked on the door to remind him.

Wang Mei stood up from the ground immediately. The eldest lady is easy to talk to. In front of her, you can be casual without distinction between boss and employer, but that guy is not good. His look alone can kill people. Every time Wang Mei sees His and her hearts were trembling.

The banquet car parked outside the yard and walked into the entrance.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Where's Madame?"

The servant replied: "Madam is upstairs. She also has breakfast upstairs and never comes down."

"Yeah." Zhan Yan responded, raised his legs and went upstairs.

In the baby room, Zhuang Mingyue stood on a stool and hung the photo herself. Wang Mei handed the photo frame to the side, "Miss, be careful. Don't dump her. I can't afford to pay for it."

Zhuang Mingyue: "I will be careful, don't worry.

Wang Mei glanced at the man standing at the door. Zhan Yan waved her hand. Wang Mei understood and silently stepped back. Zhuang Mingyue stood on the stool and looked at the photo, "Help me see if it's crooked?"

Zhan Yan: "Just right."

Zhuang Mingyue looked sideways, and Zhan Yan appeared silently in her sight.

Zhan Yan didn't seem to be at all curious about the photos hanging on the wall. His attention was all on her. Zhan Yan stretched out his hand and said, "Why don't you leave this kind of thing to the servants? Wan Doesn’t it hurt when you fall?”

Zhuang Mingyue glanced at his hand, and she put her hand on his palm. His generous palm wrapped her around him and helped her get off the stool.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Zhan Yan's lips curled up in an imperceptible arc.

Zhuang Mingyue also happened to arrange all the photos completely. After looking around, she was quite satisfied.

"You're not going to the company."

"Would you like to spend more time with you at home?" Zhan Yan reached out to brush her hair, and ran his fingers across the hickeys on her white skin, "Does it still hurt?"

Even if Zhuang Mingyue was calm, she could not resist his shameless words. She knew what Zhan Yan was talking about.

With a hot face, she slapped his hand away and said in a calm tone: "Thank you for the relationship. It's much better now."

The word 'thank you' made Zhan Yan frown, "Thank you? After so long, you still can't get used to it?"

This anger came out of nowhere, Zhuang Mingyue's eyes were calm, "You care about me, shouldn't I say thank you? Don't vent your anger outside on me."

Zhuang Mingyue pulled away her hand and turned around, but was pushed against the wall by the strong force of her wrist. There was traces of anger in Zhan Yan's eyes. He lowered his head, "When will you learn to be smart? You know what I want It’s not you who deserves to be thanked.”

Zhuang Mingyue: "Isn't it that what you want is my body and you already have it? What else do you want from me?"

She felt uncomfortable being stared at by his eyes.

Zhan Yan: "Besides the body, Mingyue... doesn't she always know what her brother wants?"

She just likes to act stupid.

The banquet depends on how long she likes to pretend.

Zhuang Mingyue said no more, because she knew that she would never get any benefit from him.

"I understand. I will listen to you obediently. If you don't like it, I won't tell you." Zhuang Mingyue changed the subject and said, "If there is nothing else, I will go see the child."

"There's no rush." ​​After hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhan Yan reached out to pick Zhuang Mingyue up and walked towards the bed. There was a hint of panic in Zhuang Mingyue's eyes. He grabbed the collar of his black shirt on his chest, "It's not dark yet. ,Can we do it at night?"

Zhan Yan lowered his head and looked at her with a wicked smile, "What can I do tonight?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered his head silently and said nothing.

Clothes beasts.

But in the end she was overthinking it. Zhuang Mingyue was hugged and sat on his lap. Zhan Yan took out an ointment from the cabinet. There were obvious traces of use on the ointment.

Zhan Yan squeezed out a little with the hand that held her shoulders, and lifted up the skirt of her casual pajamas with the other hand and was about to put it in. Zhuang Mingyue clamped her legs in shame. It turned out that this was what he meant!

"I'm fine now. It doesn't hurt at all." Zhuang Mingyue was controlled tightly by him and couldn't move at all.

"It'll be fine in a moment." Thinking of her body, crying and begging for mercy on him, that delicate look made people want to stop, and Zhanyan Wuming aroused a burst of desire.

Zhuang Mingyue felt a sudden hardness, pressing against her position. Zhuang Mingyue did not dare to move, but the next second Zhan Yan had already kissed her and took the opportunity to put her hand under her skirt.

Zhan Yan felt wet and his breath suddenly became rough. He kissed her a few times and looked at her again, with terrible fire burning in his eyes.

"You said it doesn't hurt, you're so stubborn!"

"It's swollen! It needs to be rubbed. It will be fine soon."

"Zhan Yan, let go!" Zhuang Mingyue's face turned red with embarrassment.

"Good, be obedient!"

The two spent nearly an hour together in the room. Zhan Yan rearranged Zhuang Mingyue's hair. Her hair had not grown out yet. If it got messy, it would need to be fixed again.