Secret Lovers of Senior Officials: Alipay for Marriage

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, some people started to set off firecrackers sporadically. When the countdown to zero o'clock in the Spring Festival Gala began, the whole city was almost completely submerged by the sound of firecrackers.

All kinds of fireworks exploded in the sky, and the whole night seemed to be lit.

Yan Xixi has been standing on the terrace watching the fireworks set off by others.

There was no underfloor heating on the terrace, and she still stood barefoot without feeling cold.

In the past, she hated the sound of firecrackers the most, it resounded all night and made people sleepless.

However, this year, she hoped that the sound of firecrackers would not stop—tonight, she would not be able to sleep at all.

However, perhaps due to the impact of the economic downturn, the sound of firecrackers this year has not been as loud as in previous years.By two o'clock in the morning, it was completely sparse.Afterwards, there was almost no sound at all.

Ordinary people are gradually unwilling to spend money on these unnecessary things.

Yan Xixi was very disappointed and kept looking at her mobile phone. She only received two blessing text messages, one was from Xu Xiaoya, and the other was from an unfamiliar number. It was probably sent by mistake.

Late at night.

Occasionally, there was a sporadic sound of firecrackers, and then everything was silent.

Nuo Da's house was immersed in the darkness before dawn, lonely and gloomy.

Wang Donglin took the key to open the door and walked in quietly.

There was no light or sound in Nuo Da's room.All the workers went home for the New Year holiday, and the house was lifeless and lifeless.

There were no traces of meals on the table.

Looking at the living room, there is no trace of New Year's goods in the living room.

He didn't turn on the lights either, and looked up upstairs, but there was no sound from upstairs.It seemed that there was no one at all.

But he still walked upstairs, walking lightly.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door, and his eyes adapted to the darkness could see clearly—there was no one on the bed either.The room is empty.

He sneered, as expected, he still couldn't bear the loneliness.

After closing the door and going out, just around the corner, he stopped suddenly.

In the silent night, there was a faint burst of crying, low and faint, like a wisp of ghost crying sadly in the dark night.

With a shock in his heart, he reached out and pressed the light.

The cry was far away.

It was in the corner of Rose Terrace, ghostly.

He strode over and saw Yan Xixi holding her knees with her hands, her head buried on her knees, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, obviously she didn't know how long she had been here.

Suddenly stimulated by the light, she hurriedly buried her head in her sleeves and wiped desperately, then raised her head, but was so stimulated by the strong light that she couldn't open her eyes.

She never dreamed that anyone would come!

At this time, how could someone break in?

Wang Donglin stared at her firmly.

"Yan Xixi, what are you doing here?"

She slowly opened her eyes, trying to force a smile, but she was powerless, and hurriedly scattered her hair, covering most of her face.

Wang Donglin stared at her red and swollen eyes like peaches. After a while, he picked her up and touched her hand, and found that her hand was astonishingly cold.

Yan Xixi flinched and looked at the time, it was already past four o'clock in the morning.

When the rich people returned to the golden house, they originally wanted to watch the playthings to make them laugh and relax. But now, he came back quietly and saw her crying alone in the middle of the night.

In the past, all she greeted him were smiling faces.

This is the first time!

No one wants to hear bitter cries in the early hours of the first day of the new year—rich people have a lot of taboos, they think it is bad luck, and it will make the year not smooth.

He stared at her intently.

She lowered her head hastily to avoid his gaze.