"Mother." Wei Zhang's slender and upright figure blocked Fenghua behind him, and shouted extremely politely with his hand.

Wei's mother was full of smiles, different from the miserable sorrow when she was lonely and helpless after the loss of her husband in the memory of the original owner, she reached out to help her son, patted the back of his hand with a smile, and said, "Between mother and son, why be so polite? Present, hurry up. ”

It is the table word of the guard.

Wei Zhang straightened up from the goodness, and his face, which had always been cold and self-controlled, and his mood was invisible, revealing a slightly excited expression that was different from usual, "Mother, I will introduce someone for you." ”

"Today is your birthday, didn't Ah Yu specially order someone to cut new clothes for you, why are you still wearing this?" Wei Mu chattered earnestly, and at the same time followed Wei Zhang's words, she turned her head slightly, "Chengzhi, who do you want to introduce for me?" ”

The words fell.

Wei Zhang stepped aside, and Wei Mu naturally saw behind him, the figure in a white dress and black hair was graceful, and the eyelashes were pitch black and thick, and he lifted it slightly, revealing a piercing red face.

Familiar faces, familiar tones.

Every word made Wei's mother frightened from her eyes to her bones, and even the depths of her soul trembled slightly.

"Rouge has seen Mrs. Wei."

"Rouge, rouge ......"

Wei Mu looked at Fenghua's eyes and became extremely frightened, too, seeing the person who came back from the dead, I am afraid that no one would not be afraid, she asked in a trembling voice: "Your name is Rouge?" ”

Fenghua looked as usual, smiled slightly, and replied, "Yes, Old Lady Wei." ”

Wei's mother's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted!

I don't know when the birthday banquet of Zhongcheng Mansion will start or end.

Fenghua and Wei Celadon got into the carriage on the return journey.

The carriage staggered to the rouge shop, the night was dark outside the window, and the smell of alcohol in the car was slightly drunk, rubbing from the fingertips to the side of the clothes.

Tonight's moonlight is like love.

The woman in the white dress and the young man in the green shirt sat side by side in the carriage, the green shirt and the white shirt hung down slightly, the hem of the clothes was intertwined, and the slightly high body temperature after being drunk was transmitted to each other's bodies through the clothes.

The carriage carriage was slightly dull.

Fenghua lifted the curtain with one hand, and a wisp of breeze came out of the window.

Wei Celadon supported himself with one hand, his phoenix eyes were lazy and eager to fly, his long, thick and dark eyelashes drooped slightly, and two beautiful fan-shaped silhouettes were cast under his white eyelids, covering the light in his pale silver eyes.

A wisp of inky green silk slid down, and the cinnabar mole was scorching.

He pursed his lips as he breathed in the fresh air from the window.

Lightly opened her lips, and the faint and fragrant aroma of wine was revealed between her lips and teeth, and the voice dyed with a hint of ripple sounded softly, breaking the quiet atmosphere: "...... Do you know that Wei Zhang? ”

"I knew it before I was alive." Fenghua bowed his head lightly and admitted it bluntly.

Bright moon, late at night, long street.

In the secluded carriage, the words before his death sounded, and he couldn't help but be a little ...... Infiltrate.

Wei Celadon said a lazy "oh" in his tone, and the meaning of his tone was unclear.

His eyelashes drooped, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Fenghua looked at the young man with slanted eyes, suddenly bent his red lips, and said with a playful expression: "Speaking of which, Chengzhi is still my fiancé before his death, but it's a pity that ......."

She pretended to sigh, stretched out her bewitching tone, and said, "Now it's the pipa, don't hug it." ”