Spouse Selection Criteria

Moon stars are rare.

The cool night wind blew, and her hair moved slightly. Secretary Gao went to pick up the car. During the rare quiet time, Meng Xiyue stared at the sparse stars in the sky.

"Hello."

Meng Xiyue tilted her head and looked at Xia Yu'an who was standing in the shadow. The street lights were sprinkled in front of her, and there was a dark shadow behind her.

From her point of view, she can see the tender white face under the street lamp, the slender and fair swan neck, the exposed collarbone, and the bright red lips under the light.

She held the bag with her hands folded, the front tips of the high heels sliding restlessly.

"Meng Xiyue, do you have time to eat together tomorrow?"

The distance is relatively close, Meng Xiyue can see the trembling eyelashes under the light.

Uneasy.

Meng Xiyue instantly judged the other party's mentality.

However.

"Sorry, Miss Xia." Meng Xiyue really didn't want to get involved with the plot characters.

Nosy, only once is enough.

Listening to the other party's apparently unfamiliar and indifferent voice, Xia Yu'an bit her lip, "Are you angry?"

Meng Xiyue's eyelashes raised a cold arc: "No, Miss Xia is indeed right, I have no right to preach to you."

A lie is obviously angry.

Xia Yu'an looked at the other party's indifferent eyebrows and was so sad that she knew she had gone too far, but she was used to being arrogant and never lowered her head.

At this moment, Secretary Gao picked up the car and came back, Meng Xiyue nodded and turned to leave.

After walking a few steps, high heels rang hurriedly behind her. Before she could turn around, her hands were softly attached.

"Sorry..."

A sound like a mosquito rang behind her.

Xia Yuan was very flustered at the moment, lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the hand she was holding.

Meng Xiyue turned sideways and moved her hands at will, but was tightly grasped by the other party, she sighed: "Miss Xia, I should go back."

She has already apologized, so why is she still with this attitude.

Xia Yu'an's eyes were red with grievance, she raised her head and shook off Meng Xiyue's hand: "I apologize, why are you still holding on, how is Ding Yaoyao? ?"

Meng Xiyue was not a warm-hearted person in the first place, so Xia Yuan would be bothering her, she frowned, and was about to speak.

In the end, the eyes that stared at her, pea-sized tears fell down one by one.

Slightly curly hair scattered on both cheeks, misty eyes, hands constantly rubbing the corners of her eyes.

Poor.

"Miss Xia, it's getting late, I'll take you back."

, The wind was so strong that sand got into my eyes."

After that, I got into the car first.

As for the secretary who watched the whole process, he was as quiet as a chicken.

Meng Xiyue stood there for a while, her cold brows and eyes stained with a light smile, and her heart seemed to soften.

Xia Yuan sat in the car seat and moved her body, but she didn't come up without seeing Meng Xiyue, thinking that the other party had repented, she coughed, raised her left leg and put it on her right thigh, Straightening: "Hurry up, slow to death."

As soon as the words fell, the smell of snow came, and the seat beside her sunk slightly.

The other party came up.

Xia Yuan turned her head, looked through the car window, and looked at the somewhat blurred mirror image in the mirror, restraining the corners of her lips that she wanted to lift.

Secretary Gao, caught in the middle, saw the two bosses stop, stepped on the accelerator, and put down the partition thoughtfully.

The two in the back seat did not mean to speak.

Xia Yuan puffed her cheeks and looked at Meng Xiyue's expression through the glass, but she couldn't see clearly.

Brows and eyes are always cold and cold, and I can't see any difference from usual.

Xia Yu'an, who was unable to know the valid information, put it on one leg, brushed the slightly curly hair with her fingertips, straightened it behind her, rested her head on the chair cushion, her eyes Stare at the partition.

"Cough." After coughing, he glanced at Meng Xiyue's reaction.

No response from the other party.

Xia Yuan moved uncomfortably: "...I admit that I went too far today."

Speaking of this, Xia Yuan peeked at Meng Xiyue's reaction, but met the other party's gaze.

The eyes are a little cold.

Xia Yu'an brushed her hair with her fingertips, "Well, I shouldn't humiliate a woman in public, even if I don't like that person, but... well, I should Some respect and self-cultivation cannot be lost."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yuan glanced at Meng Xiyue, as if her eyes were not so cold, she changed her legs again, her tone was rather fierce: "However, I will never like Ding Yaoyao. , she is a disgusting white lotus anyway."

"Hmph, I won't be so impulsive anymore."

Meng Xiyue looked at her quietly, lowered her eyelashes slightly, then looked away, and hummed softly.

With the other party's response, Xia Yu felt less depressed. Thinking of the next words, she gripped the cushion under her with her fingertips uneasily.

"Also, thank you for helping me today."

Thinking that Li Ting was going to beat her for Ding Yaoyao today, in front of so many people, Xia Yu's heart was cold to death.

If that slap really hits, how can she stay in this circle in the future.

Unconsciously, Xia Yu'an's address to Li Ting became her first name, and she no longer had the intimacy she had before.

"Well, and, sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you."

Xia Yu'an also knew that Meng Xiyue was for her good.

"Can you...can you forgive me?" Xia Yu slid his hand across the cushion slowly, his index finger gently clasping Meng Xiyue's palm on his lap.

This is an action that Xia Yuan used to please her brother since she was a child.

I don't know why, she did it to Meng Xiyue subconsciously.

Sudden intimacy, Meng Xiyue's eyelashes moved slightly, her drooping eyes looked to the side with her head hanging, her slightly curly hair scattered on her arms.

Plush.

The scratched palm suddenly tickled her heart, she squeezed Xia Yu'an's chaotic hand.

She really doesn't like this kind of intimacy.

"Hmm."

Simple response, with a cold temperament belonging to Meng Xiyue.

Xia Yu's eyes lit up, "Then, are you free tomorrow? I want to invite you to dinner."

Meng Xiyue looked at Xia Yu'an who was almost in front of her, "Yeah."

"Then let's have dinner together tomorrow."

Meng Xiyue: "Yeah."

Meng Xiyue has to go to the United States the day after tomorrow, originally planned to have a good rest tomorrow afternoon.

However, looking at each other's excited eyes.

Meng Xiyue thought.

As long as it's not too late, she's okay with it.