Blue Mountain Manor, one o'clock at night.

A grand wine dinner just ended.

The heavy rain and cold weather did not affect the enthusiasm here at all.

The dinner started at eleven o'clock in the evening and lasted for two full hours.

Luxury cars parked outside the manor, Maserati, Ferrari, Lamborghini... all kinds of models and colors.

Flowers and red carpets are arranged in the manor, like a wedding feast, festive and prosperous.

Most men wear suits, elegant and gentlemanly, while women wear small dresses of various colors, dignified and beautiful.

The air was filled with the fresh fragrance of roses and the smell of soil.

At one o'clock, the banquet ended, and the people in the manor walked out one after another and went home.

At the door, Song Shaoyan and Qiao Sinian were greeted by drunkenness.

"Master Qiao, I'll go back first." He was drunk and was supported by the driver of the Song family.

"Well, be careful on the road." Qiao Sinian reminded him.

Song Shaoyan waved his hand to Qiao Sinian, like a naughty child.

The driver helped him walk into the car. He took out his cell phone drunk and dialed a number.

His low and drunken voice drifted in the air—

"Come and pick me up."

"I'm drunk, why don't you come to pick me up?"

"I'll give you ten seconds of thinking. If you don't come to pick me up, I'll..."

"I'll..."

"What should I do with you?"

"Ning'an, you're really annoying woman."

"I'm drunk, you won't pick me up."

Song Shaoyan spoke all the way, drunk and talking nonsense, with a bit of coquettishness.

The driver of the Song family was embarrassed and quickly opened the car door with an umbrella and let Song Shaoyan get into the car.

Song Shaoyan was confused, his face flushed, and at first he refused to get on the car door.

The driver pried open his fingers and stuffed him into the car.

Song Shaoyan's hair was half wet, which added a little feminine charm to his young and handsome face.

Qiao Sinian lit a cigarette in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Song Shaoyan's Bentley disappear into the rain.

Gradually, it turned into a dot and disappeared.

Because of Han Yun's insistence on keeping him, Qin Shien was not planning to go back, so he prepared to rest in the manor's guest room.

The cold wind in the middle of the night added countless coldness to the surroundings.

The night was shrouded in the cold face of Qiao Sinian was intertwined by the lights and mist.

The man stood on the steps with only one light action, which was infinite charm.

The guests dispersed one after another.

Han Yun sent the last batch of guests away and took his daughter Han Yurou to the eaves of the manor corridor.

The rain flowed down from the eaves, drizzling, falling on the ground, splashing white water splashes.

Han Yun was wearing a very formal suit, while his daughter Han Yurou was much more casual.

A white dress with a small fragrance style, elegant makeup, and exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

Long black hair draped over the shoulders, and when the wind blew, the soft hair flew gently.

When Han Yurou smiled, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, with her elegant simplicity that was not yet experienced in the world.

"Grandpa Qin, Mr. Qiao." Han Yurou smiled and signaled to them.

"Yu Rou, you were only three or four years old when I met you last time. You are still so quiet now, just like when you were a child." Qin Shien said.

Han Yurou smiled.
Chapter completed!