Chapter 2 Chapter 1

a month later February 26 In the middle of the night, there was drizzle outside the dark window. It was dark inside. Only one light was on. The night wind blew the curtains with the rain, causing the newly changed design on the desk to flip from time to time.It was a colorful sketch, with a few strokes outlining an arrogant and indifferent girl. The dark red skirt had unusually simple lines, and only the slightly architectural design on the shoulders gave the whole picture a sense of humor. An almost fierce sense of power. There was an old brown paper bag by the window. There was no one at the desk.

Seeing that the blade was sharp and cold, with one click, some news from the latest newspapers were neatly cut out, and then carefully classified and pasted into several clipping books.There were about seven or eight clipping books stacked on the bed, and my fingers slowly slid over them to pick up the thickest one. The TV screen is constantly changing pictures. What is being broadcast is a fashion show held in Milan. Beautiful models are wearing neon clothes and walking on the T-stage, changing lighting, luxurious background, and the audience is full of celebrities and stars, dazzling like a sea of ​​stars. Flashing lights, loud and beautiful music, light and shadow switching like a dream.

The pages turn. That thick bulletin was all about the same young man.The light in the room was dim, and the finger stopped on that page, which was the scene of the young man attending the banquet. in the photo. The woman smiling and toasting to him was as elegant and beautiful as a lily under the moon, while the tall and tall man leaned halfway in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window was a large field of blooming roses, as if he could smell the fragrance of the night.Standing in the shadows, he couldn't see his expression and face clearly, he just lowered his head slightly, listening to the woman's words, the woman looked at him with soft stars in her eyes.

The fingers lingered on the page thoughtfully for a long time. Put that briefing book down. From the few remaining newspaper clippings, I picked out the thinnest one, only two pages, and once again scanned the pitifully small text. This is a briefing about another young man. But…… His fingers rested on the extremely thin briefing book for a long time. "Although the global financial turmoil is raging, the Xie Group, which has a solid foundation and strong financial resources, has taken this opportunity to vigorously expand its business. The group's stock has soared for 15 consecutive days in New York, Hong Kong, and China. The latest domestic report closed at 280 per share. Yuan." The fashion show on the TV had ended at some point, and the sound of financial news came out.

Put down the briefing. Looking at the TV. "Today, Xie's Industrial Group will officially sign a contract to acquire the top international luxury clothing brands Brila and LC. After this merger, Xie's Group will not only continue to consolidate its No. 1 position in Asia, but the overall strength of the consortium will also rank among the top three in the world. ranking." On the screen is a 50-story building, which is a landmark building in the city. The orange "Xie's Industrial Group" logo is very eye-catching. Countless reporters blocked the front of the building It's leaking.

The reporter holds a microphone and reports to the camera: "The Xie Group announced that the group's next focus is to build its own top international brand, and the Xie Group will guide the world's fashion trends instead of always following behind Europe..." The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier. After thinking over and over again, he finally stood up and walked to the desk. The night wind blew the curtains violently, and rainwater poured in.White light flashed, and lightning tore through the night sky, making the room as bright as day for an instant, illuminating the long and faint scar on the hairline of her forehead.There were bursts of "rumbling" thunder, she stood still, and her shadow was stretched obliquely on the ground by the dim light.

pick up a pen. Signed two words in the lower right corner of the design draft—— "Night Babies". For six full years, he was locked up in that isolated place. She didn't want to wait any longer. Under the desk lamp, a plane ticket to Paris was pressed, slightly wet by the night rain blowing in, and it was cold and gloomy. March 2 She came to Paris. The city is full of romance and corruption. Although it has been raining intermittently since the moment I got off the plane, it seems that the air is filled with the smell of perfume.After buying a large umbrella, she put the easel in front of the Four Seasons Hotel, drawing the hotel in the rain and fog into the painting stroke by stroke.

Four Seasons Hotel Paris. She had read about it in a magazine and it was voted the most luxurious hotel in the world.From the outside, apart from the dignified sense of history, there doesn't seem to be anything too unusual about it, she thought casually while paying attention to the luxury cars that drove over and parked at the entrance of the hotel lobby. Sure enough, it is a hotel famous for luxury. Cars are luxury cars. The guests who come in and out are all extraordinary, and they are either rich or expensive. It was nearly one o'clock when she finally got what she was waiting for.

A black Lincoln RV came from the rain and fog, and slowly stopped at the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel.The lobby manager of the hotel greeted them in person, as did some high-class people who seemed to have been waiting in the lobby for a long time. The car door was opened respectfully by the doorman. far away. She stared from the easel, all she could see was the man's back. The rain and fog were like smoke. The man was wearing a black woolen coat and a light gray scarf around his neck. Although his back was a little thin, he was slender and had a dignified demeanor, just like a stroke of light ink in a Chinese painting, ethereal and yet strong.

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper followed behind him. She wanted to take another look. The man has been surrounded by the crowd into the hotel. March 5 She approaches him. For several days, the rain has been falling and stopping, but this day it gradually stopped and the sun came out.In the evening, she saw him coming out of the hotel alone, driving on the street full of sunshine. This is her chance to get close to him. The previous few times, he took the car out directly at the entrance of the lobby, and when he came back, he was sent directly to the entrance of the lobby by the car.She noticed that his car was no longer the Lincoln of the first day, but a black Bentley that was stretched and widened so that it could slowly stretch out from the wheelchair ramp.

Obviously, his physical condition is very bad. In addition to formally attending important occasions, he basically travels in an electric wheelchair.In the first two days of her arrival, it had been rainy and cold, and she could see that his complexion was getting paler and paler. Almost every time he entered and exited the hotel lobby, she could hear bursts of uncontrollable coughing. now. When he slowly turned back to the hotel from the sun-filled street. She quickly picked up some things from the easel, and ran over in a few strides, blocking his electric wheelchair.In the thin sunlight, she squatted down, looked at the young man in the wheelchair with a smile, stretched out her right hand to him, and said: "Hi, hello, I'm Nightbaby." Sitting in a wheelchair, this young man was about twenty-five or six years old, wearing a black camel's hair sweater, a black and white checkered silk scarf clinging to his chin, and a thick cotton blanket on his knees. As if he seldom interacted with the world, his face appeared indifferent, peaceful and lofty, but there was an unusually attractive color in the outline and bones, like a cold gardenia with a strange fragrance. The wheelchair stops. Lifting his head, he glanced at her slowly. The outstretched right hand was left hanging in the air, Ye Ying's smile was still sweet, as if she didn't care, she already knew his character from the newspaper clippings she had collected.So she handed him the brochure in her hand and said: "This is my design draft, do you want to take a look?" In the orange cover, there are about 20 drawings in it, which she carefully prepared for him. He didn't answer. "If you want to be a designer," he said calmly in the wheelchair, "you can pass your design drawings to the HR department of the group." This was the first time she heard his voice. She imagined it to be a little lower, but she didn't feel weak and weak. "But, I don't want to start from the bottom step by step," she looked at him with a sweet smile, her eyes were as dark as the rain and fog in the night, "I hope to be appreciated by you." He seemed no longer interested in talking to her, and drove the wheelchair around her. "Then, can you at least take a look at these paintings I drew for you?" She stopped him again, and pressed her hand on the armrest of his wheelchair. This time, she didn't allow him to refuse, and she directly put a few drawings on his lap On, looked at him with a smile and said. He frowned. Pale fingers finally picked up the paintings. There are several paintings of him, the back view of him walking into the hotel in a black woolen coat in the drizzle, and the appearance of him coughing while sitting in a wheelchair with his hands lightly covering his lips when night fell.And the one she put on top was just a black and white sketch. He in the wheelchair seemed to be bathed in a myriad of rays of light, which made people's eyes hard to open, but the smell was extremely cold. "You know what? You're charming." Half squatting in front of his wheelchair, Ye Ying tilted her head to look at him.Her eyes are black and transparent, as black as the rain and fog in the middle of the night, but her smile is sweet, which doesn't match the expression in her eyes. It turned out that he was so good-looking. Among the newspaper clippings she collected, there was not even a frontal photo of him, only his dark silhouette overlapped by other figures at a fashion show.At this moment, observing him at such a close distance, she can feel his alienation and indifference, as if he is abstinent, but his face is so handsome and beautiful, with pale lips and eye pupils covered by eyelashes, slightly pale She couldn't help but look at him carefully with his graceful fingers. "But why do you need a wheelchair? Is it because you are in poor health?" Looking at the cotton blanket on his knee, there was a little regret in her tone.As if he had never heard of it, he finished looking at those paintings indifferently and handed them back to her. "Do you like these paintings?" She didn't pick it up right away, like an old friend for many years, she squatted lower in front of him, raised her head and asked him with a smile. "Draw quickly." Here is his answer. "So, do you like it?" She asked again, staring at him closely. "You have not received professional painting training." Driving the wheelchair around her, he said softly, and put those paintings back on her booth. "If you don't like it, you can tell me directly," she smiled indifferently, "and, whether you have received professional training is not the criterion for judging whether a painting is good or bad." He started the wheelchair to leave. "Wait a minute!" she called to him from behind. He turned slowly. In the glow, she said helplessly: "I've been waiting here for you for many days, but you didn't appreciate me." After a pause, he cheered up again, smiled, and said: "Well, I hope you can give me a chance to gain your appreciation." So, every morning since then, she will bring her latest paintings to the front desk of the Four Seasons Hotel, and ask the hotel staff to hand them over to the elegant man in a wheelchair. She wondered if he would watch. Maybe if the words are not delivered to him at all, they will be thrown into the trash can by the butler who has been following him. But, that was always her chance. night. On the terrace of the hotel. The mat was covered with a thin cotton blanket, and there was a bit of coolness in the air, Yue Xuan sat quietly, looking at the night sky with only a few stars. Looking at the dark night sky for a long time. Yue Xuan's face was so pale that he was handsome and beautiful, his eyes were empty, as if there was no life there, as if he was not thinking about anything, and nothing would affect him. "Second Young Master, your phone number." The butler walked over respectfully holding a vibrating mobile phone. Yue Xuan was still silently looking at the night sky in a daze. The butler tactfully put the mobile phone on the round table beside him, and stepped back silently.The phone vibrated for a while, then stopped.Then, it started shaking again.If so repeatedly typed in. Yue Xuan frowned slightly. After looking down at the number displayed on the phone screen for a while, he finally picked it up. As soon as he connected it, a slightly excited voice came from inside: "Second Young Master?" It's Xie Ping. Yue Xuan closed his eyes, those things that he deliberately wanted to forget flooded into his mind.There was a chill in his chest, his fingers were pale, he covered his lips, and began to cough in a low voice. "Second young master, you can't stay in Paris anymore!" Xie Ping's voice was a little anxious, "If you must stay in Paris, at least let me or Xie Pu stay by your side. Recently, there are some news from young master ..." The night wind is very cool. From the terrace, Yue Xuan looked out from a distance, in the square in front of the hotel, the lonely easel was still there, under the dim streetlight, the girl was sitting behind the easel, still continuing to draw. "...Miss Sen is also looking for you," Xie Ping hesitated, and said cautiously, "Or you can listen to Miss Sen's explanation...". "You all stay in the United States, and none of you are allowed to come over. The matter is all decided by the elder and younger." Yue Xuan frowned, and said in a flat voice, "That's it, I'm going to rest." turn off the phone. The night became silent again. Yue Xuan closed his eyes and coughed for a while, exhausted and tired, and gradually fell asleep. March 9th. Her chance finally came. It rained heavily that day. It was clearly in the afternoon, but the downpour made the sky cloudy like night.The umbrella in her hand was swayed here and there by the strong wind, completely unable to withstand the attack of the heavy rain, her whole body was soaked by the rain, and she was shivering with cold.What frightened her the most was the speed at which the painting tools and portfolio tightly held in her arms were wet by the rain. Damn. It doesn't matter how much she gets drenched. These painting tools and picture clips are her most precious possessions. So, when the extended and widened black Bentley drove out of the Four Seasons Hotel in the heavy rain, she held on to the umbrella desperately, held the painting tools and clips in the heavy rain, rushed to the front of the car, and shouted loudly: "parking!" The Bentley braked sharply, and through the windshield she could see the driver looking back for instructions.Going around to the side of the car, she slammed on the window and shouted to the people inside: "Please, please let me go in and hide from the rain, I have nowhere to go!" It seemed like a few minutes had passed. The car door opened in front of her. Amidst the thunderous rain, he was coughing with a pale face in the wheelchair. Without hesitation for a second, she got into the car with the easel and painting utensils in her arms, and found that the car was indeed specially made.Not only is there a device that can directly fix the wheelchair, but the interior space of the car is extremely large. In addition to accommodating the wheelchair, there are actually three jewel velvet seats that are as comfortable as a sofa. "Thank you." The painting utensils that came in with her were all covered with rainwater, which stained a large area of ​​the dark blue gemstone carpet in the car. She hurriedly packed all the things in the corner as much as possible, and said apologetically: "Sorry." Seeing him with his eyes closed, his hands resting on the armrests of the wheelchair, he ignored her.Ye Ying hesitated, took out a painting from the slightly damp folder, and handed it to him. "Look, this is a picture I just drew." In the picture, he is sitting silently on the terrace of the hotel. There are a few stars in the night sky, and the stars shine on him in the wheelchair. The air smelled of turpentine. He frowned. Just as he leaned against the back of the wheelchair, he coughed again.At first, he just coughed patiently, but the cough became more and more rapid, and his pale face was stained with two strange flushes. "what happened to you?" She stretched out her hand to help him, but someone beside her immediately stretched out her arm to stop her. "Miss, please don't approach the Second Young Master." After stopping her, the housekeeper took out another cotton blanket and covered him in the wheelchair.Seeing that he was coughing more and more intensely, and he started to have a faint and rapid wheezing sound, the housekeeper squatted beside him, took out a bottle of something that looked like a spray, and asked eagerly: "Second young master, do you take medicine?" He closed his eyes tightly, waved his hands, and coughed violently for a while, wheezing in his chest, and after more than ten minutes, he finally suppressed the cough. It rained like a waterfall outside the car window. The Bentley drove smoothly through the rain. He seemed to be better in the car, but his face was still pale and his eyes were closed.Ye Ying noticed that he was wearing a black dress of expensive materials and exquisite tailoring, a white shirt, and a black bow tie. Against his pale complexion at the moment, there was a strange sense of luxury. Like a nobleman who has lived in a castle for generations. . In the rose garden in the dark night, the large expanses of red roses blooming furiously, without the moon and stars, only pale skin, is the only light. It was so stern to the extreme. . Instead, there is a certain color. Maybe it's the flush on his cheeks that hasn't completely disappeared, maybe it's the still heaving heaving of his chest, maybe it's his pale and firm hands holding the wheelchair tightly. "Second Young Master, your physical condition is not very good, so why don't you participate in tonight's reception?" the butler said worriedly. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Second Young Master..." The housekeeper hesitated, "Or let me push you in. If you feel unwell, immediately..." "No need to." He frowned, coughed a few more times, and slowly opened his eyes. The portfolio in her hand was a little wet from the rain, and the dark green was slightly wet in patches.In the upper right corner of the portfolio, there seems to be a small rose flower engraved with a silver light, as if blooming in the night light. "Do you have asthma?" Hearing the faint wheezing sound in the cough just now, Ye Ying thought about it and asked. The air in the car suddenly became stagnant, the butler stared at her strangely, he in the wheelchair tightened his lips, his eyes moved from the portfolio to her face. "This kind of weather is not a good day for asthma patients to go out. So the reception you are going to attend must be a very important event." As if she didn't notice it, she said while putting the oil painting back into the folder , "If it is an important reception, it is indeed not very appropriate to sit in a wheelchair and be accompanied by a butler to enter the venue.". The rain beat on the windows. Her pupils were dark, but her smile was bright, and she said to him: "Well, let me go with you." The butler couldn't believe his ears. He looked at the girl in the car in astonishment, seeing her smiling warmly, as if she made a very natural proposal.He looked at the second young master in the wheelchair again, and saw that the second young master was silently looking at the girl. He had never been able to understand what the second young master was thinking, and it was the same this time. Just when he thought that the second young master would never agree to be accompanied by a strange girl to the reception, the second young master silently agreed. "My mother used to have asthma. I have taken care of her for many years. Her medicine is salbutamol. How about you?" "Second Young Master's medicine is also albuterol." Seeing that Second Young Master had acquiesced, the housekeeper had to take out a spare bottle of aerosol, handed it to her, and said, "Second Young Master can't drink alcohol, and can't eat seafood." "Yes, I know." After carefully reading the instructions on the aerosol, she put it away carefully, thought for a while, looked at him in the wheelchair, and asked with a half-smile: "So, I also call you 'Second Young Master'?" "Xie Yuexuan." "Hello, Yuexuan," she smiled charmingly, stretched out her right hand to him, and told him again, "I am Ye Ying." He ignored her outstretched hand in the air, and his eyes fell on her lightly.Following his gaze, she lowered her head and found that she was wearing a long cotton skirt and a thick shawl, and had been beaten by the rain, so she was not at all suitable for attending a reception. The rain is getting heavier. A black Bentley parked in front of the Galeries Lagayette. This is a famous shopping mall in Paris. In the luxuriously decorated Janin store, the smell of perfume is elegant and charming. The blond and blue-eyed counter ladies brought out all the latest styles of the season, and Yuexuan in the wheelchair picked out a silver-gray dress for her. Very clean cut. The material is luxurious. The off-the-shoulder design accentuated her collarbone, and the skirt flowed down with her body, revealing her soft and charming lines, as if it had a dark fragrance.The only shortcoming is that she doesn't have any jewelry, and the neck looks a little empty. "Can I have this flower?" There were several lilies in the crystal vase in the store, which were fresh and fragrant. Ye Ying asked the lady at the counter in French, and the lady at the counter immediately took out the flowers courteously. Stand in front of a mirror. She let down her black hair. The long black hair was like satin, drawing a ray of light in the air, and the ladies at the counter were stunned.Long branches of lilies loosely hold her beautiful black hair and hang lazily on her right shoulder, as if inspired by the goddess of spring in the early morning. She is so beautiful that there is no smoke and fire, and she is more beautiful than all the expensive jewelry in the world. . "Does it look good?" She looked back and smiled. "Let's go." Yue Xuan said in a low voice, and drove the wheelchair towards the door of the store. I still don't like it... Ye Ying squinted her eyes, twirled the petals of the lily with her fingers, and looked carefully at herself in the full-length mirror. At the moment when his wheelchair drove out of the store, she said to the counter lady: "Please give me scissors and needle and thread." The black Bentley continued to drive smoothly through the heavy rain. Covering her legs with a shawl, Ye Ying rolled up the dress skirt to her knees and was busy, using scissors and needles to neatly cut and sew the skirt.The housekeeper looked at the second young master uneasily, and saw that he seemed to be unaware, sitting in the wheelchair in thought, staring at the rainstorm outside the car window. Bentley slowly stopped at the entrance of the banquet hall of the Grillen Hotel, which was brightly lit. The doorman opened the door respectfully. With a little effort on his pale hands, Yue Xuan was about to get up from the wheelchair when a pair of cool girls' hands had already held his elbows. "Be careful." Ye Ying stepped out of the Bentley first, then carefully bent down to help him out, his movements were gentle and skillful, as if he had served him for many years.Her pupils were dark, but her pupils were shining. She looked at him with a smile, and the pure white lily in her hair exuded a quiet fragrance. The banquet hall is gorgeous and splendid. The fragrance of clothes and shadows on the temples. Huge gorgeous crystal chandelier. The luxurious silver tableware shines brightly, the porcelain plate is pure white, the light is warm and dazzling, and the various meals are colorful and exquisite.Handsome and handsome waiters shuttled through the hall, and luxuriously dressed guests held red wine one by one, chatting and laughing in low voices. Right in front of the banquet hall is a podium with a floor-to-ceiling silver microphone. There is a sign among the clusters of flowers next to it, which says "Brila's 60th Anniversary Celebration Reception". This is a high-end cocktail party in the fashion world of Paris. Following Yuexuan, Ye Ying carefully looked at every guest who came to greet him, many of them were world-renowned big-name designers.She has seen some designers in the interview pages of fashion magazines and can recognize them, but she needs to listen carefully to Yue Xuan's conversation with them before she can roughly guess who they are. Like this lady in a black and white printed silk dress at the moment. She has a plump figure, brown curly hair, green eyes, and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She whispers to Yuexuan and laughs from time to time. Her smile is hearty and charming, and she exudes a romantic and nostalgic temperament. It turned out to be Ms. Xiangfeier. Ms. Xiangfeier is a legend in the international fashion industry. She founded the Xiangfeier Kingdom when she was 23. For more than 40 years, the Xiangfeier Kingdom has firmly occupied the first-line position of the world's top luxury brands. "Thank you, it's the first time I saw you bring your girlfriend to a reception, this is yours..." Hearing that Ms. Xiangfeier brought the topic to herself, Ye Ying smiled and nodded at Ms. Xiangfeier.Yue Xuan tilted his head, looked at her indifferently, and said to Mrs. Xiangfei'er in a clear and pleasant voice: "She is……" "Thanks--!". She saw a middle-aged man walking straight to this side as soon as he entered the arena, hugging Yuexuan vigorously.The man should be an American, tall and fat, with a red face, and obviously often sunbathes on the beach.He happily patted Yue Xuan on the shoulder to greet her, looked her up and down curiously, then laughed and said: "God, it's unbelievable that Xie actually has a lover." She looked at Yue Xuan. Yue Xuan didn't look at her, but quietly bent his right elbow towards her.Startled in her heart, she subconsciously took his arm. The moment she took his arm. She could feel that there were many eyes on her hand in the banquet hall, and the meanings in the eyes were different.Ms. Xiangfeier danced the incense fan in her hand, pursed her lips and smiled lightly, the American man was stunned first, then laughed again, and said: "Thank you, are you planning to run away without a fight?" flee without fight... Thinking about the meaning of this sentence, Ye Ying was quickly searching all the information collected in the newspaper clippings in her mind, when she suddenly felt a sharp gaze shot at her. "Miss, where did you get this skirt on your body?" A silver-haired man walked in front of her. He should be a German. He was over sixty years old. His silver hair was combed back meticulously. He looked at her coldly with gray eyes and a serious and indifferent expression. She frowned. He smiled and said, "Is there something wrong?" "James, you are confused. You designed this yourself. Janin's latest evening dress this season! Look at how beautiful this lady is wearing. You should persuade her to be your model next time." said laughingly. "Excuse me, did you get this skirt from Janin?" James, a German man, stared at her condescendingly, with a hesitant expression. "Yes." Ye Ying replied. "So, you are not satisfied with it, so you changed it into this look?" His eyes fell on the corner of her skirt coldly, where there was originally a smooth and soft line, but now it has been modified into a slightly sharp Tough bud shape. She looked at Yue Xuan again. His face was still calm, showing no emotion at all. "I think it looks better this way." She replied with a smile. "Ignorance! This completely loses Janin's style and disrespects Janin!" James said angrily. "But it has my style." She smiled slightly, as if it was just a trivial matter, and only her liking was the most important thing. "Fashion is for customers, not for customers to match fashion, isn't it?" She smiled and continued, "Anyway, this is a very beautiful dress, and I admire your design." "It's really beautiful." Ms. Xiangfeier shook her incense fan and said with a smile: "James, I told you a long time ago that you despise women too much. The clothes you design are always more than feminine and not strong enough. You see, after this dress is changed, how good the silhouette is, and there is architecture in the softness It also reveals the lady's beautiful legs. Of course, the lily accessories are also the finishing touch, and this lady is also very unique in accessories." James' expression changed abruptly. With a cold face, he nodded to Ms. Xiangfeier and Yuexuan, then passed through the crowd and went to the other corner of the hall. "Don't worry, James is a stubborn old man." Ms. Xiang Feier blinked her eyes, touched the corner of her skirt again, and said to her kindly, "If you have a chance, you can introduce your fashion designer to me Yes, this dress is wonderfully altered." "Thank you, my name is Ye Ying." Ye Ying stretched out his hand. "Oh?" Ms. Xiang Fei'er put the incense fan in her palm, glanced at Yue Xuan from the corner of her eyes, and held her hand, "Ye, it's an honor to meet you." The lights dimmed. A beam of white light hit the podium in the banquet hall.Yuexuan in black dress stood in that ray of light, his expression was indifferent, his temperament was pure and distant, although his complexion was a little pale, but his voice was deep and clear, with a kind of alienated and reserved aura, which made all the guests listen to his speech in silence. Brila, a top international luxury brand with a long history of 60 years, was acquired by the Asian Tse Group, which caused a huge response in the fashion industry. This 60th anniversary reception is the first public appearance of Tse in Paris after the acquisition. Originally, it was rumored in the industry that the reception would be hosted by Mr. Xie himself. Unexpectedly, it was the second son of the Xie family. Silver floorstanding microphone. An unusually stern young man. In the dazzling white beams, the elegant and proud figure, and the eyes that are as serene as a deep well, make people want to get close, but also seem to be separated by mountains and rivers. During the speech, Yue Xuan coughed slightly. Ye Ying immediately looked intently. He didn't seem to be abnormal, but the color of his lips became paler, and he continued to finish his speech calmly.She admired him very much. In fact, she had already noticed that Xie Ershao's physical condition was very wrong before the speech. His walking pace became more and more sluggish, and the cough in his chest seemed to be becoming more and more uncontrollable. In the applause of the audience. Yue Xuan stepped down from the stage. She immediately went up to him and held his arm, but she felt as if cold sweat was oozing from his body, which made her shudder abruptly.Startled, she looked up at him, and saw that his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Take out the handkerchief from your bag. When she quietly handed the handkerchief to him, her fingertips touched his palm, which was also damp and cold, as if soaked by well water in the cold winter night. Next, Brila's brand director took the stage to give a speech. Standing next to the podium, Ye Ying held Yue Xuan's arm with a smile, seemingly relaxed, but she was secretly supporting him with all her strength.Although he always restrained himself from coughing as much as possible, she could feel that his body was getting colder and colder, and the heaving of his chest was getting heavier. "Need to leave?" Sensing the gaze projected from all around, she asked him in a low voice. "No need to." He covered up a few low coughs with a handkerchief, and said lightly. After Ms. Xiang Feier's speech as a special guest ended, the reception officially began. The famous pianist Richard played the piano, and the smell of red wine permeated the air. All the guests were slightly drunk, talking and laughing happily, talking about everything from the latest fashion topics to gossip in the industry. Yuexuan is naturally the focus of the reception. A steady stream of guests came to greet him. As a courtesy, almost every guest would raise a glass to him, and he would also take a sip of red wine.Although each sip was small, it added up. She noticed that he had already drank three glasses without knowing it. "I don't want you to drink so much wine," Ye Ying hugged his arm tightly, her cheeks flushed, her smile charming, her starry eyes shining, she leaned on him half-drunk, with a voice that could be heard by the surrounding guests, leaning on him In his ear, he said softly, "The rest of your time tonight belongs to me..." Accustomed to seeing romantic scenes, they looked at each other and laughed, not paying attention to it. Instead, they felt a little more intimacy with this quiet and distant oriental young man. So Ye Ying blocked all the alcohol for him. So she made persistent efforts. He simply pulled him out of the reception. It's still raining. Walking out of the banquet hall, he was blown by the cold wind, and the slightly drunk smell in his body suddenly dissipated. Ye Ying shivered, and suddenly felt Yue Xuan's footsteps shiver, and then he heard him coughing violently.He was so overwhelmed with coughing that he couldn't breathe, his cheeks were flushed, his chest made a ripping sound, and he bent down from coughing, as if he was about to cough up blood. "Second Young Master!" The black Bentley stopped, and the butler rushed out of the car to support him.The doorman was a little flustered and overwhelmed, and rushed over to ask if he needed to call an ambulance, Yue Xuan waved his hand, and tried his best to get into the car with the support of her and the housekeeper. The driver started the black Bentley with fear. Lying halfway in the spacious car seat in the car, after bursts of violent coughing, Yuexuan's coughing did not show any sign of weakening, another burst of coughing, his eyes opened suddenly, he held onto the armrest tightly, out of breath Suddenly, a sharp tearing sound burst out from the chest cavity! "Second Young Master, your medicine!" The butler panicked and took out a can of spray, but Yuexuan's whole body froze. Seeing more air intake and less air output, his complexion had turned purple, his jaw was clenched tightly, and the spray could not be squeezed in. "Step aside." Ye Ying frowned, snatched the spray from the housekeeper's hand, and grabbed Yue Xuan's jaw with his left hand, squeezed hard, forcefully pinching his mouth open. "Breathe!" She yelled loudly, put the spray in her right hand into his mouth, sprayed it down his throat, and yelled again: "Suck again!" After doing this several times, the medicine was sprayed into his throat, and the suffocation was gradually relieved. Although there were still wheezing sounds, it didn't sound so scary anymore. She breathed a sigh of relief. Half-kneeling in front of him, she stretched out her arms to hug him, let him lie forward, half-folded on her shoulders, and gently patted his back with both hands.In the past, when my mother fell ill, this way can make my mother recover faster. After a while, he pushed her away. Breathing gradually, he looked weakly out of the car window at the night which had turned into drizzle, and remained silent. The butler put the cotton blanket on his lap. The black Bentley slowly stopped at the lobby entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel. hesitated for a moment. Seeing that he didn't mean to drive her away, and it was still raining outside, she brazenly walked into the hotel with her painting tools in her arms behind his wheelchair. Well, the Four Seasons Hotel in Paris is indeed one of the most luxurious hotels in the world. Different from the plain and simple appearance of the hotel, once you step into the lobby, you will immediately feel that it is full of splendor, magnificence, elegance and gorgeousness everywhere, romantic elegance and a strong sense of history, just like stepping into a royal palace.If it wasn't for the second young master, she really wanted to take out the camera, it was so beautiful, whether it was the oil painting on the wall in the corridor or the statue in the corner of the lobby. Yuexuan lived in the presidential suite. She should have thought of it. But when she really saw the presidential suite, she was still stunned. After tidying up the room, the butler quietly exited.When she looked away in admiration from every luxurious and exquisite detail in the room, she saw Er Shao Xie sitting on the large and comfortable sofa, looking at her lightly. "The room is beautiful, can I take pictures?" Without hearing his response, she just took him as acquiescence, took out the camera from her bag, and snapped the shutter on every corner and arrangement she admired.It's a pity that this camera is just an ordinary card machine, and the colors produced are much inferior to the original scene. The camera moves. In the LCD screen of the viewfinder, the light is dense, and the luxurious and nostalgic golden velvet sofa is embroidered with complicated flowers.颓废，与那人清高至远的气质本应是格格不入的，竟又恍若浑然一体。 他的眼神很淡。 她忽然很想对着他按下快门，倒看看他是否还是无动于衷。终究她还是作罢，乖乖坐到他的对面。 “为什么我会有种感觉，”她倚在沙发里，笑着说，“你就像一个很快要死去的人，或者说，你已经死过一次？” “对，就是这种眼神，就算我说这么不礼貌的话，你也好像一点反应也没有。是因为你的身体吗？因为哮喘太严重，活得很辛苦，所以不想再活着了吗？”故意刺激了他几句，见他依然毫无反应，她叹口气，低头摆弄着相机，翻看刚才拍到的照片，“你看，这套房间多么美丽，随便拍下来的照片就这么好看。” 凑过去，她把相机给他看。 照片一张张的翻过。 每张都如油画中的静物，很美。 “这么美，世界上有多少人终其一生也无法住得起这样的酒店和这样的房间，如果不好好珍惜，多么可惜。”瞅着他，她摇摇头，“而且，你又长的这么好看。” 跪坐在沙发中，她往前趴了一下，手指轻轻抚上他的面容。 “知道吗？你长得真的很好看。” 手指从他的眉骨，温柔地滑落到他的面颊，她赞叹着说：“我觉得，如果一直这样看着你，我也许会爱上你的……” He frowned. 向后避了一下。 “啊，终于有反应了，”她笑起来，眼底有深幽的亮光，跪身起来，她凑得离他更近些，声音如蜜地说，“我忽然很好奇，如果我吻你，你会怎样呢？是不是也这么平静，这么无所谓？” 说着，她缓慢地凑向他的唇。 很慢很慢。 只要他一伸手，就可以将她推开。 他的唇清冷苍白，有夜的凉意。原本她只是为他的漠然心中暗恼，想逗弄一下他，哪怕惹得他发怒，也比他全然的漠视好些。然而，越是接近他，他身上那种淡然的冷漠越是强烈，而他的嘴唇，仿佛坚毅清冷得从没有被欲望沾染过。 这种坚毅清冷让她的眼睛眯了起来。 她吻住了他。 有些狠狠地吻住了他。 辗转地反复地，她用力地吻在他的唇上，呼吸渐渐火热紊乱，她用双手箍住他的后脑，柔软地，又带着股狠劲地吻着他，想要将他唇上的冰冷吻下去，吻着吻着，久久地吻着他，她终于叹了口气。 "Sorry." 她放开他，有点颓然。 虽然她心里不甘，但终于承认了自己的失败。即使这么近的距离看着他，他的眼睛依旧清明如泉水，无波无澜，似乎这一吻对他没有任何影响，反将她眼底的狼狈映了出来。 一阵咳嗽。 他神色倦倦的，声音低哑，说： “我以前好像见过你。” 依旧依偎在他的肩膀上，她挑了挑眉毛，笑得如春日花开，眼角都带着花香，说：“我也是，我无数次在梦里见过你。只是梦里你的模样都不大清楚，最清晰的只有你这双眼睛，清澈宁远，跟现在一模一样。” “所以，我们是命定的缘分，对不对？或者，我们有前世的羁绊，今生必定相遇？”她咯咯地笑着，仰着头，如同盛开的蔷薇花，“其实我不该灰心啊，你刚才毕竟还是允许我吻了你。” 目光在她笑意盈盈的面容上巡视一圈，越瑄疲倦地闭上眼睛，说： “你究竟想要做什么？”