He shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts that were bothering him.

Perhaps it was because she was used to Miss Xiangfu's dull and indifferent appearance. Although she was beautiful, she was actually no different from a piece of wood. When she met the agile Xiang Wanwan, the indescribable strange feeling became even more intense.

A bit thicker.

The night is as cool as water.

Ruowu came over and couldn't help but tie a crane-patterned blue silk cloak around Wanwan's body and exchanged two plates of hot dishes. Before leaving, he gave Bei Che a few cold glances.

Except for his Wan Wan, all the people in Maple Mountain Manor were thorny and quite hostile to him.

Bei Che has been the prince for more than 20 years. Wherever he goes, he is always respectful and obedient. Even if he does not reveal his identity, based on his character and temperament, whoever dares to neglect him will be greeted respectfully back to the main hall.

After sitting in the first seat, the host accompanied me to tea and exchanged polite greetings.

Arriving at Maple Mountain Manor, the noble and aloof prince instantly became a nuisance to thousands of people, and his status underwent earth-shaking changes.

Except for Xiang Wanwan, even the cleaning servants looked bitter and resentful when they saw him. They were expressionless in front of him. When they turned around, they rolled their eyes one after another. He suspected that if Wanwan hadn't been there,

, will this group of men, women and men, old and young, just grab the guy and beat him up in a group?

Have you ever done something bad that others complained about? Bei Che thought about it seriously, but to no avail.

Except for Wan Wan, he didn't know half of the people here.

He has met so many times that one can count them on one hand, and each person does not speak more than one sentence. If he can offend someone like this, he will really lament people's hearts.

"Doesn't the wine taste good?" Xiang Wanwan noticed his absent-mindedness. She held her head with one hand and looked at him sideways. The wine in the glass was rotated by her, forming a cluster of small vortices, reflecting the cold and bright moonlight.

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She didn't rush to put it into her mouth, and drank it very slowly, with a boring expression.

"Old wines have a long lasting fragrance, and good wines are rare. Not bad." With her here, he couldn't taste the taste. It was difficult to describe the contradictory mood in words. On the one hand, he was calm and unruffled, and his heart was incredibly quiet. Even if the years were still at this moment,

He no longer felt regretful, but on the other hand, his heart was trembling slightly. It was the entanglement between gains and losses. When he dreamed about it at midnight, he always felt like this, feeling vaguely afraid and thinking.

So what would he do if she refused to come back and never see him again?

Two people sit facing each other.

He could clearly see her beautiful, picturesque cheeks, every upward stroke, every slight lift, and she was always well-dressed in heavy makeup, but why was that unreal feeling?

Bei Che looked at her and smiled, his smile was gentle and sad, but he did not tell her about his worries about gains and losses.

In fact, this was the first time he experienced such a strange change in emotion. Before he figured out the reason, keeping an appropriate distance from Wanwan would help him clear his mind.

"It's not a good wine, I can barely drink it." She missed all the good wines she had tasted in her previous life. The pure grain liquor that her senior brother brewed most often had a spicy taste and a mellow aftertaste. Even the Moutai served at the state banquet
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