It was still a pleasant day in the morning. The Su Group, shrouded in the golden light, has woken up from a night of sleep. A large group of reporters were crowded in front of the magnificent and high-end building, blocking the doors entering and leaving.

Amid everyone's highly anticipated eyes, a white luxury car slowly drove over from a distance, followed by an equally luxurious car. The car gradually approached and finally stopped steadily in the open space in front of the Su Group Building.

Soon, several burly men in dark suits walked down from the car behind the white sedan. Of course, several other bodyguards and security guards who had already been waiting for the entrance of the building also came up together, spread their arms, and used their bodies to resist the large number of reporters who were rushing up like beasts.

"Here! Come! Hurry!" Someone shouted first, and then the crowd began to approach like a white car.

The car door was opened, and a cold and handsome man got off first, then he turned his body and made a gentleman invitation gesture into the car. Soon, a weak and fair little hand gently hit the man's big hand, and a delicate and beautiful woman appeared in front of everyone.

The goose yellow Chanel new fashion fits very well on the woman, highlighting her graceful and slim figure, and a happy smile on her beautiful and charming face. She turned her head, chuckled at the cold man, and then put her hands on the man's right arm.

What a pair of young men with a handsome young man, everyone was almost flashed by the light released from the two of them, and the crowd became dull for a moment. But soon, everyone came to the scene.

"Does President Su plan to marry Miss Wen Qinya in the near future?"

"President Su, I heard that your previous girlfriend was not Miss Wen, right?"

"How will President Su install your ex-girlfriend?"

"Miss Wen, what do you think about the marriage between the two wealthy families? There is a rumor that you snatched love from a knife. Are you planning to come forward and clarify for yourself?"

...

As soon as the two got out of the car, the reporters rushed up, and the problems came towards the two, and even the few bodyguards were in a difficult position to resist.

Su Muzhe's cold black eyes flashed with a bored indifference, and he quickly walked into the building with his footsteps.

"Everyone give in, give in! We will answer your questions one by one at a press conference later. Please wait patiently! Please go to the designated place to take a break first, and the press conference will be held soon. At that time, our President Su and Miss Wen will explain to you all the questions!"

The person who stopped in front of the reporter and skillfully dealt with the reporters was Su Muzhe's personal secretary, Yu Yuan! A man in his thirties, who was very sleek in his work and was highly appreciated by Su Muzhe.

"Zhe?" Wen Qinya called Su Muzhe in a low voice, and reached out to pull Rasu Muzhe's sleeve.

Su Muzhe lowered his head slightly and stared at Wen Qinya, who was gentle and slightly worried. He gently held Wen Qinya's small hand that was hooked between his arms with his big hand, and comforted him gently, "Don't worry, it's okay, just leave it to me."

The man's gentle comfort made Wen Qinya, who was a little anxious, relax a lot, and her worried expression dissipated a lot.

"Let's go in. You're a little tired. Go up and take a break. I'll call you again when the time comes." Perhaps, only in front of Wen Qinya, Su Muzhe's coldness will disappear. Wen Qinya raised her eyes and looked at the tall and handsome man beside her with a smile. On her beautiful face, she only showed a full face of happiness. She thought that her choice would be fine. She followed Su Muzhe's advice and returned from thousands of miles to capture Su Muzhe's heart again.

There was a Wen Xian smile on his face, and Wen Qinya whispered, "Okay, listen to you."

"After the meeting, I will accompany you out for a walk. I've been too busy these days and I can't take care of you."

"I understand. As long as you care about me, I will be satisfied!"

"Let's go!"

"Yeah!" The sweet laughter was enough to permeate the world.

So, in the envious eyes of everyone, the two walked slowly into the Su Building together.

As one of the commercial leaders of the city, Su family definitely plays an important role in this city. Therefore, as the young ruler of the Su family, he is naturally the darling of the media for reporting. However, on today's sunny day, Su family held a large press conference and announced that Su family's youngest president, Su Muzhe, will get engaged to Wen Qinya, the eldest daughter of Wen family, on the 15th of this month. The engagement ceremony will be held at the Emperor Hotel the day after tomorrow.

When the news of this marriage was just announced, countless people were deeply amazed by this pride of heaven, and all praised them as a pair made by heaven. Thinking of the background behind the two families, the entire Z city couldn't help but shake. After the press conference, in less than an hour, the entire Z city was already boiling. The golden light of worship, the envy of amazement, swept overwhelmingly towards the two protagonists with golden light...

The two of them worked together all the way, and the bodyguard in front of them was trying hard to stop the noisy and crazy reporters. The calm footsteps were accompanied by the delicate "teng" sound, which was naturally the concerto of the two people walking over, which sounded quite harmonious.

Entering the special elevator, heading straight to the top first floor. Without seeing the crazy figures of the reporters, the coldness on Su Muzhe's face receded a little and returned to his original indifference.

"Brother! Sister Ya! You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time! The reporters downstairs are so terrifying that they are just about to empty the person. Damn it!" As soon as the elevator door opened, Su Muzhe took the lead and heard such a crisp complaint head-on.

Wen Qinya raised her charming eyes and saw Su Muxue looking at herself and Su Muzhe with a resentful look. The beautiful makeup on her face was good, showing her charm to the fullest. She wore a new indigo tight fashion, which naturally showed her beauty.

A pleasant chuckle sounded like a silver bell, Wen Qinya pursed her lips slightly and chuckled, "Is Xiaoxue going to wait for us here, right?"

After speaking, Su Muzhe heard a burst of rapid footsteps. He came to his senses and found that Su Muxue had already held Wen Qinya's other arm with both hands and looked at him with a provocative look, "Brother, I said you can't hide Sister Ya so well, as if Sister Ya is exclusive to you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to hold Sister Ya back."

Su Muzhejun's face sank, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and cold words came, "Okay, tomorrow you accompany her to see the dress and air transport it over. It should be here tomorrow. I can't be busy here, and I may go there later."

"Look at the dress? Are you engaged dresses? I heard it is very beautiful! Well! Sister Ya, then I will accompany you tomorrow!" A bright light flashed in Su Muxue's beautiful eyes, and he nodded happily to agree.

"Xiaoya, then you can go with Xiaoxue tomorrow. I will rush over immediately after I finish my work, okay?"

Wen Qinya looked at Su Muzhe with a smile. The beautiful flower face was blooming in a dazzling spring flower. A gentle voice came, "Don't worry, Zhe, be busy, I understand. If you are busy, you can do it without coming. Just have Xiaoxue with me!"

He lowered his eyes, but a trace of loss flashed through his eyes.

Su Muzhe nodded with relief, "Well, then, you can go to the lounge to rest first. Seeing that you are a little tired, I will call you again!" He said softly to Wen Qinya, and then said to Su Muxue beside him, "Xiaoxue, please accompany Xiaoya, I'm going to have a meeting, it's time!"

"Okay! Go!" Su Muxue smiled with her hands tightly wrapped around Wen Qinya's arms.

Su Muzhe quickly turned around and walked towards the conference room. Yu Yuan, the personal secretary who had been following behind the two, also followed him.

"Sister Ya, I'm so happy. You will become my sister-in-law the day after tomorrow!"

He chuckled and Wen Qinya said softly, "Okay, look how happy you are. Let's go in and have a rest. There will be a press conference later."

"Yeah! I'll listen to Sister Ya!"

...

On a brilliant afternoon, the spring light was bright and soft. Although the air was still vaguely floating with thin mist, the warm spring sun shone a large amount of golden light from the sky, and this beautiful city was bathed in a intoxicating and soft golden light.

A faint fragrance of grass was wafting everywhere in the air. It was probably that the dirty breath had been blown away by the slightly cool cold wind last night.

Even if I missed the starry night, I could not feel the artistic conception of "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, climbing the tall buildings alone, looking at the road to the end of the world", it is still a beautiful thing to be able to come out and bask in the gentle spring light on such a gorgeous afternoon. (Good novel)

Originally, Xingye planned to stay at home early in the morning to pack his luggage. After breakfast, he set out to the Mongolian grassland. But just as he got up and washed up, he was about to take out his backpack to pack it, it was abruptly, and the beautiful phone ringtone broke the silent space.

The phone call was from Zhao Yingying. She said on the other end of the phone that there was something important to tell her. In fact, Xingye didn't have to think about it and knew that it was something related to Su Muzhe. The two of them were always like this and couldn't worry. So she had no choice but to reject Zhao Yingying's idea of ​​coming to her house and agreed to meet in the cafe. Otherwise, once she came over and saw her packing her luggage, she would probably make a fuss again. So she could only pack her luggage quickly and quickly and put it in the car. Thinking that after seeing Zhao Yingying, she would continue to exile.

The black wrangler slowly walked through the wide street and slowly stopped in the parking space on the road opposite the cafe. Soon, a petite black figure got out of the car neatly.

There is a little difference from her usual outfit. The crimson windbreaker was replaced with a thin military-green windbreaker that was somewhat like a camouflage uniform in the Free Base. Free Base is the only clothing brand that Xingye likes. She likes its unique sense of freedom. Of course, she still wears shiny black boots on her feet, flat heels, and a black smooth waterfall. She wears a black hat. Her faint starry eyes are hidden under the large black sunglasses. Her red lips are slightly cold, and her delicate and white face has no exposed expression.

He gently threw the car door, raised his head slightly and looked at the cafe opposite him quietly. His clear eyes were filled with a faint light, and his long eyelashes flashed, and his black pupils reflected a refreshing color.

The buttons of the windbreaker were not buttoned up. Xingye tightened his hands tightly in the big pocket, and the corners of the windbreaker were slowly closed. His light eyes swept across the crowded streets with a little nostalgia, and slowly lingered from the bustling streets with tall buildings. However, unexpectedly, he was shaken by the pictures on the TV on the wall on the big wall diagonally opposite.

What a beautiful couple. He really smiled so gently in front of Wen Qinya. So she calmed down and thought carefully. Has he smiled at her like this before?

After thinking for a long time, she suddenly realized that after the swaying wind and rain, what was silent in her heart was a cool cold and warm feeling, like a cup of rich heart-piercing lotus, which was a taste that was bitter enough to suffocate because she could not find the smile that was exclusive to her.

Suddenly I felt that the memories between herself and Su Muzhe always seemed to be filled with a hazy secret wound. Perhaps, she shouldn't blame him too much and didn't like him anymore. What else can she do? Even if she let go freely, everything could not return to the starting point. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized that everything was just a dream. When she woke up, everything was disintegrated.

Inevitably, she withdrew her eyes and lost her spirit. Sheng Yaru Lian's little face did not rise or fall at all. She lowered her head, looked at the clean street under her feet, blinked, and raised her head again. The starry eyes had already returned to a silence. The heavy steps were about to move forward, but suddenly a charming and gentle voice came from behind her, this sound...

"Zhe, let's take a look at the rings. What kind of ring do you like?"

"Okay, as long as it is given by you, I like it." A gentle and slightly caring male voice came, knocking on Xingye's silent heart, as if a hot meteorite had fallen into the cold pond, with a slight smoke emitting, but it was cold.

She seemed to have become numb, so when the meteorite fell into the cold water, except for a "bang" that would only make a sound, causing some waves, then all of them returned to calm, and the ripples continued to spread out, and in the end they were just like the meteorite, swallowed completely by the vast cold water.

She told herself, Xingye, what you can do now is not to bow your head humbly, but to look up proudly. So, she took a breath, and her stiff body looked like the mummy that had been silent in the pyramid for thousands of years. A faint light flashed in her starry eyes, and her dull body turned around, facing the two people who were walking towards each other.

The sudden turn, like a storm, made the two people walking towards him stunned, and their steps stopped instantly.

"It's you, Miss Xingye!" A crisp laughter came, as beautiful as a silver bell, and it was Wen Qinya's unique laughter. The hands holding Su Muzhe's arm tightened slightly.

Xingye slowly raised his gaze, his cold gaze was freezing point that could not melt even the warm sun. His elegant face showed no trace of sadness and joy, and was as quiet as the ocean in the middle of the night. However, his beautiful star eyes met Su Muzhe's cold but surprised black eyes.

However, the closed red lips did not say a word, but stood there quietly, staring at the cold pupils. A few breezes blew, slightly cool, a few black hairs were flying in the wind, a faint fragrance came, and the beautiful black hairs brushed past the holy face, and the delicate figure became a little ethereal in the soft golden light.

I calmly put away my clear eyes and turned around calmly. Although my steps were heavy, I walked forward without hesitation...

"Miss Xingye, please wait!" Wen Qinya hurriedly chased after him and stopped him in front of Xingye, "I know you must resent me. We have tried our best to compensate you. I hope you can open your heart and forgive us, otherwise we will not be able to have a good life."

When she said this, Wen Qinya looked at Su Muzhe's handsome face. She noticed the hesitation between his frowning eyebrows.

Yes, she took that check, didn't she?

Xingye was stopped, and she was not surprised. A faint light flashed through her slightly cold eyes, frowned, and turned her toes, but she turned around.

"Miss Xingye! Zhe, please apologize to Miss Xingye!" Wen Qinya chased after her again, turned her face and shouted at Su Muzhe.

The dark black eyes sank, and a strange look was pulled across his handsome face, and Su Muzhe finally walked up.

"Have Wang Yu gave you the invitation? Xiaoya and I are getting engaged the day after tomorrow. I hope you can come, sorry." The low voice was not warm.

It turned out that he was going to get engaged, invitation? It turned out that this is the important thing Zhao Yingying said, right? A bitter helplessness flashed through her heart. She looked like she wanted to speak but stopped a few days ago, and probably she was afraid of mentioning this matter in front of her.

A clear softness precipitated in the crystal clear eyes, but a calm loneliness.

Seeing Xingye stopping, a delicate smile appeared on Wen Qinyan's beautiful face. She quickly took out a bright red invitation from her handbag, and then took out a pen. She opened the invitation, scribbling it on it for a while, and then handed it to Xingye with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't bring a new invitation. I'm afraid that Wang Yu and the others would have forgotten to send the invitation to you, so I hope you can come that day, so I will be very happy that you can come. It's the happiest thing for me and Zhe!"

Her gentle tone was very emotional, but she heard the endless cold in Xingye's ears. However, she could only remain silent, completely silent, looking at the bright red color, and not reaching out to take it.

He raised an invitation awkwardly, took it back, and continued to hand it over, Wen Qinya seemed helpless, turned her head and looked at Su Muzhe helplessly, feeling very aggrieved.

"Enough, Xingye..."

Su Muzhe, who stood silently behind him, spoke coldly.

Undoubtedly, this sentence was like a cold sharp knife, deeply piercing into Xingye's already riddled heart. Unfortunately, she had already become numb, as if she had even lost her feelings.

He raised his head lightly, and the deep starry eyes were filled with the coolness of the breeze, as clear as glass, making Su Muzhe unable to find any slight waves from it. His rose-like red lips were always closed.

Mo Ran took his eyes back, and his hand tucked in his pocket trembled slightly and slowly stretched out. A faint chill jumped from his cold fingertips. After thinking about it, he was about to stretch over, but he was about to come over, and a masculine and fresh unique aura came over. A big hand appeared in front of him, and his slender fingers clamped over the bright red invitation.

"The gift will be sent to someone, she has no time that day." The low and powerful voice seemed like a dazzling lightning, passing through the dark night sky, piercing the silence that had been sleeping for centuries, and was like a spring breeze, with a delicate warmth, and of course, it was also stained with an irresistible aura.

He casually narrowed his sharp and deep eyes, looked at the traces of the painted paintings, and a cold and seriousness flashed across his tough and handsome face, with a faint resentment in his calmness, closed the invitation with one hand and handed it to Xiao Meng, the officer standing behind him.
To be continued...