Is the cold beauty refusing to marry the wealthy prince today?

Chapter 1 My Aunt Goes Down the Mountain

When the night falls and the lights are feasting, the business of the MAKE bar is in full swing at night, with drums and music blaring, and young men and women swaying on the dance floor.

And there is a special box in the deepest part of the bar, which isolates all the sounds from the outside.

Several second-generation ancestors and playboys gathered together, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the game console issued 'nice! 'the sound of.

"Master Juan heard that your fiancée Bai Ling is coming back, are you excited?" The person who spoke was Chen Tiance, the second son of the Chen family in Shangjing.

The words are full of gloating, watching a good show, with a cigarette in his mouth, exhaling a mouthful of mist, licking his mouth, and laughing badly.

The man who was named was sitting at the innermost part of the sofa. He was sitting there alone. It was pitch black and there was no light on him. Only the long legs wrapped in black trousers were placed on the coffee table. He fiddled with a silver lighter with his fingertips, turning it on and off, with unknown emotions.

It is said that this Bai Ling belongs to the very senior generation of the Bai family. When she was five years old, she went to the mountains with her teacher and father to learn art, and she has been there for 15 years.

In terms of seniority, even if they saw Bai Ling, they would have to call her aunt.

"Fuck!" Chen Tiance cursed in a low voice while biting his cigarette.

"Then if you really marry Juan Ye in the future, don't you have to call him Uncle Juan?" Chen Tiance was the first to quit, what is this all about?

"roll."

The voice that came from the depths of the darkness carried an indescribable charm in its hoarse voice.

"I heard from my mother that Bai Ling has been a famous beauty in the Beijing circle since she was a child, but not long ago there were rumors that she was disfigured, I don't know if it is true, if it is true, then you will have to bear it, Mr. Tired. "

"Master Tired, it's okay, it's the same when you turn off the lights." Yang Xingli raised his head to comfort him, then quickly lowered his head, looking at the phone screen, for fear of missing any screen.

"Let's see if you can make something of yourself and watch the live broadcast every day." Chen Tiance clasped Yang Xingli's neck and blew a smoke ring into his face.

The smoke made Yang Xingli's eyes instantly turn red.

Pei Juan directly gave Chen Tiance a kick, "Don't fuck the Xingli."

Protected by Pei Juan, Yang Xingli was in a good mood and snorted, "This is my goddess' live broadcast, of course I can't miss it at all."

Chen Tiance slapped Yang Xingli on the head, hating iron for being weak, "I don't even show my face, I don't know if it's a man or a woman, what kind of shit goddess."

Yang Xingli hugged the tablet and turned to sit next to Pei Juan. With red eyes, he said angrily, "Such beautiful hands must be a peerless beauty! If you don't understand, I won't tell you."

Pei Juan put away his legs and stood up, his height of 1.8 meters [-] gave a strong sense of oppression.

He casually draped his coat behind his back, and the buttons at the neckline of his shirt were undone.

Under the black shattered hair, the pupils of the eyes are like black ink, and they are like the smog in the morning in winter.

His cold and pale complexion made his pupils darker and darker. There was a mole at the corner of his eye and on the bridge of his nose, which shone with a cold light, and the tails of his eyes were raised. He was extremely expensive!
Pei Juan glanced at the content on the tablet. The live broadcast screen was embroidery. The environment looked like a remote mountain garden. The owner had a very high taste, and the embroidery was of high quality. He was holding a steel needle in his hand, and every stitch and thread had a pattern .

These hands are smooth and white, very slender, only the joints are slightly pink, soft as if there are no bones, and the nails are round and clean.

Using the needle as the brush and the line as the ink, a vivid picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix is ​​drawn.

These hands look...

Tsk!It's fucking exciting.

In a deep mountain to the north of Nanshan, Bai Ling sat in front of the window, embroidering the silk cloth one by one. Seeing that the painting was ready to take shape, she would also like to embroider this painting of birds facing the phoenix. downhill.

The woman is demure and elegant, all her attention is on the embroidery on the silk cloth, even the birds outside the window can't bear to disturb her by their chirping.

Behind her, a girl with pigtails and a blue embroidered gown whispered, "Girl's ticket is booked for the first day of June, or I'll take care of that for you."

"No, I'll go in person." Bai Ling said calmly, dropped the last stitch, and then twisted the thread...

The first day of June.

Today is the day for Bai Ling to go down the mountain. The Bai family sent people to the airport to wait early, for fear of missing this ancestor.

The woman who had just got off the plane held a jade fan in her hand, glanced at the person who was waiting next to her with earphones, and stepped forward.

"Are you from the Bai family?"

Bailing spoke very slowly, methodically, and her voice was ethereal, like the first bamboo shoot after a new rain in the empty mountain, with an unusual freshness.

The man seriously suspected that he had met a fairy.

"Yes..." With a stuttering answer, she immediately invited Bai Ling to get in the car and head to Bai's house.

The Bai family lives in a high-end villa area, and still retains this ancient building amidst modern luxury decoration.

The Bai family pays attention to simplicity and tranquility, so petite gardenias are planted around, bringing bursts of fragrance, which smells very good.

The old door opened, and the car drove in. Hearing the sound of the car, the head of the house took people out to greet him.

"Auntie has finally arrived." The one who spoke was Bai Ming, the current head of the Bai family.

Followed by his wife and a pair of children.

The car door opened, and the people who got out of the car were wearing a water-blue cheongsam, which was tailored to a very slim figure. The skirt was as long as the calf, with blue flowers embroidered on the skirt, and the side buckles made of pearls. The golden thread embellished her waist, which made her waist more slender.

A small face the size of a palm, with no makeup on the facial features, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and bright and energetic eyes, which seem to be filled with thousands of waters.The hair is tied up with a hairpin made of peach wood.

The natural red lips set off her complexion very well, her skin is fair and beautiful, especially the hand holding the jade fan is like a dream.

"Auntie, auntie?" Bai Ming called out, not daring to accept the temptation.

She looks young and beautiful, calm and introverted, unattainable.

"Hi everyone, I'm Bai Ling."

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone's ears felt like they were pregnant. This girl is simply Nuwa's own daughter, and her voice was absolutely perfect.

"Quick, quick, Bai Yan, Wei Wei, please call your aunt." Bai Ming pushed his children forward and told them to call someone.

But seeing such an eye-catching girl standing in front of him, Bai Yan couldn't utter a single word.

Bai Yunwei's face was even more stiff, and he bit his lower lip with his white teeth.

She couldn't do it if she was asked to call her aunt to a strange woman about her own age!
After all, it was Mrs. Bai Yu Menghua who could bend and stretch, read the minds of her children, and broke the deadlock.

"Everyone, don't stand there at the door. Auntie hasten to go in and sit down. I haven't been home for so many years, and see if anything has changed." Yu Menghua dressed luxuriously and richly, and she was wearing the most popular luxury brands at the moment.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by the scent of books and ink. This smell has been passed down from generation to generation in the Bai family. It was specially prepared by a famous perfumer at that time. It is very stylish.

When the tea came, Bai Ling hurriedly added another cup, "Auntie, please drink tea."

"Auntie came back this time to marry the Pei family?" There was only one thing Ming Ming thought about during the day.

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)