Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

I'm used to seeing him usually wearing expensive custom-made suits or casual shirts, but seeing him appearing in such an antique outfit at this moment, I'm really not used to it.

While she was staring at him, the moon was lightly covered by a dark cloud.

Situ Chenjue turned his face slightly, in the dim light, he was like the god of the dark night.

Randomly, something appeared from his fingertips, which turned out to be a green flute.

Just like that, on this elegant winter night, Situ Chenjue, the overbearing chief executive, stood there quietly like a handsome and elegant young man in ancient legends.

A melody blew out softly between the lips.

That melody is a little desolate, a little imprisoned, but also a little bit of the comfort of being drunk with a bosom friend after a thousand glasses of wine.

When he played, Baimei seemed to have a soul, and seemed to admire his flute sound.

They scrambled to land on his shoulders, his chest, and his hair.

Like a field of fine snow.

This scene is so beautiful, it seems to exist in a dream, and it seems to have seen it in the previous life.

500 years of wishing, looking back countless times in front of the Buddha, turning around and passing by, did you get today's fate?

Huanyan stood there blankly, the wind blowing through her messy hair.

Her eyes were wet, and she suddenly felt that this moment seemed destined hundreds of years ago.

At that time, it may be a twilight with lights and glass, or it may be a night of flowers and moons full of spring and wandering clouds.

At that time, he was a royal noble whose identity was a mystery, and she was a lost woman in the Land of Fireworks.

When we meet each other on the next month, with just one look, we have already signed the Three Lives III. Just holding hands, looking back, and passing by each other, every piece of white plum tells the little bit of separation.

That lost love...

After a hundred years, the obsession to meet again...

[In the end, I finally lost the world for you]

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Huanyan couldn't help stepping gently across the grass wet with night dew step by step, walking towards him.

Every step she took was very light, as if she was afraid of shattering her dream.

Shocked, the look back at the glimpse that had been waiting for 500 years.

Situ Chenjue turned his face slowly, his eyebrows were elegant, and there was a smile on his lips, like the fragrance of plum blossoms.

The white jade-like fingers gently put down the jade flute, and then called out with a voice so gentle that it could turn into water:

"Is it Huayan you?"

Hearing these two words, Huanyan had a subtle feeling in her heart.

Yes, she is his beauty.

Not Ye Xiaoyu, not that Ye Huanyan pretending to be Ye Xiaoyu.

That kind of feeling is like time and space being reversed, as if he and she have finally found the truth about each other, and found the agreement that has bound them for several lifetimes.

Abandoning the cumbersomeness of the original physical body, and returning to the eternal promise.

This time, we can finally follow through on the promise made 500 years ago...

She walked forward slowly, stretched out her white hand, and smiled at him under the plum tree: "Young Hero Mo Feng?"

The white plum blossoms are like butterflies flying between the two of them.

Situ Chenjue raised his eyebrows.

At this moment, this woman is so beautiful!

Although she is usually very beautiful regardless of whether she wears a dress or casual clothes, today's outfit completely excavated the delicate and pitiful charm of her unique oriental soft beauty.

——I'm sorry I didn't update something yesterday, I will try my best to make it up today. . . . .