"You didn't say it, how could I know?" Zhou Zirui stared at me and recalled, "I broke up a month ago... Isn't it because of the paparazzi? Isn't it a good temper in my heart? I'll just coax it over."

Bian Xu dusted off the shirt placket: "I'm very idle?"

"Yes," Zhou Zirui spread his hands, "it's obvious at this moment."

"I'm not idle now." Bian Xu glanced at him and took the chair back, "You're settled the account."

"Ah?" Zhou Zirui stood up and wondered what could be seen here. "What are you consuming here?"

Bian Xu pointed to the sky: "Air."

“…”

Artists are really sick.

After half past ten o'clock, Bian Xu returned to Lanchen Tianfu alone.

I haven't come for too long, and the house is no longer popular. When the crystal chandeliers lit up, the whole house is quiet and there is nowhere to hide.

Bian Xu stood silently in the entrance hall for a while before walking in. Halfway through the entrance hall, he remembered something and looked back at the entrance hall.

The backup access card was indeed lying there quietly, I don’t know how long it had been idle.

He gently retracted his gaze and walked to the living room. After seeing the stack of gift bags on the coffee table, he raised his eyebrows, and stepped forward to open the gift box on the edge.

There are new women's necklaces inside.

The petal pendant made of diamonds is sanded with platinum chains hanging down, radiating under the lamp.

Bian Xu frowned and thought about it, remembering that this was the gift he had given to Liang Yixuan.

It seems that I came back from seclusion for her. But I have never seen her wear it.

He snorted coldly and closed the lid, turned around and wanted to leave, and then a fire of nameless rose. He turned around and raised his hand to sweep it.

The gift bag fell to the ground and fell on the sound-absorbing carpet, like a punch hitting cotton, unable to hear a sound.

Bian Xu pulled the collar of his shirt, went to the wine cabinet and took a bottle of red wine, and opened the vinyl recorder beside the bar.

The wine slowly flowed through the wall of the decanter, and the orchestra also flowed in the quiet space.

The moment the violin melody sounded, I suddenly slapped the gesture of pouring wine.

Something collapsed before his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the grand piano in the living room.

The last time he heard this dance music, he should have sat on that piano chair.

It was December last year. One night, Liang Yixuan came over and didn't know what to dance, so he asked her to go to the record holder to find inspiration.

She picked her left and right for a long time and chose this one - the excerpt of Adolf Adam's ballet "Giselle", and asked him carefully if he could.

He said he just jumped.

She danced the story for him-

In medieval Germany, one day, the beautiful and innocent town girl Giselle met the Count Albert disguised as a civilian by the Rhine River. The ignorant girl and the young and handsome Count fell in love at first sight, and soon fell in love with him under the pursuit of the Count.

However, the good times did not last long. When Giselle happily announced his sweet love to the villagers, he learned that the lie-ridden count had already engaged in a engagement with a duke lady.

Giselle died of grief.

The Count was in a panic and waited for Giselle to be buried. He came to her grave with lilies to confess and prayed to the Queen of Ghost to let her return to the world.

The ruthless queen of ghosts did not forgive the Count and wanted to punish him for his mistakes against Gisele with death.

Giselle, who could turn into a ghost, still loved the count deeply until this moment and was willing to stand in front of the queen for him.

...

That night, Liang Yixuan played the role of Giselle, who dedicated herself to love in this house.

She is gentle and pleasing, full of sincerity, as if she will be determined to love.

Something fell on the floor.

Bian Xu looked back and looked down, and saw that the wine had already flowed through the mouth of the decanter pot, and his shirt was stained from the edge of the bar, and a scarlet mess was fainted.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bottle heavily, and walked towards the bathroom.

The moment I pushed the door in, the fragrance of lavender floating in the air seemed to be brushing through my nose as if it weren't there.

The silence was still at the threshold and recognized the smell.

Liang Yixuan often has poor sleep quality during high-pressure training and has the habit of sucking aromatherapy before going to bed to calm the mind.

Every time she comes into the bathroom while taking a shower, she can always smell this smell.

In fact, he felt a little tired at the beginning, but he didn't understand the charm at that moment.

He would still squeeze into her shower or her bathtub and pick her up in his arms.

With the rippling water, the bathroom has a pleasant atmosphere.

Bian Xu held the door handle with white knuckles, bit his back teeth, opened the shower door, picked up the incense diffuser and threw it into the trash can.

As soon as I lowered my head, a sudden white flashed in front of me—

At the bottom of the clothes basket, a ball of white lace fabric fell down there in a wrinkled and broken, and it was cut to the point of being cut.

He slowly bent down and picked it up.

The nerve that had already reached its limit was gently lifted by the familiar touch of the fabric, and finally it was completely broken with a buzzing sound.
Chapter completed!