At the door of the banquet hall, there suddenly appeared a gorgeous beauty, which undoubtedly became the highlight of the whole audience. Most of the people present were in charge of the powerful families. Even the young ones had already passed their standing years. Suddenly, such a young girl suddenly appeared, which made everyone stunned on the spot.

Then, someone recognized this Miss Tang, and all kinds of voices of criticism stopped quietly.

Tang Xiaoxiao looked around the audience with a slight jaw salute. The emerald headdress on the black bun made a crisp and pleasant sound with her movements. The emerald jade and the solemn and mysterious black evening dress complement each other. Her whole body was permeated with a taste of perfect combination of classical and modern. Her chin lifted up revealed the pride and reserve of the queen of Tangmen.

When the whole audience gave the amazing eyes to this Miss Tang, a clear laugh suddenly appeared at the stairway on the second floor, as if it were a ray of light cutting through the darkness, "ha ha, rare guest! Rare! Miss Tang, welcome to me

Hearing this sound, the last sound in the hall suddenly stopped, staring at the handsome middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair, while Tang Xiaoxiao, standing at the other end, could hardly restrain his inner feelings, and his hands trembled.

If someone stands beside her, you can see her trembling lips, and even hear her mumbling voice full of amazement and shock, "yes, it's him..."

Long Xiang is still so beautiful and evil, his eyes are quiet and bright, as if the most shining stars in the night sky, but the fine lines between the corners of his eyes reveal his vicissitudes and depth, showing a dignified and thought-provoking time. His silver gray suit and purple shirt show a low-key gorgeous and deep. His strong and strong body is sitting in a wheelchair, and time is in his Carved between the forehead on the traces of the years, the whole person shows a mature man's unique vicissitudes and mature charm.

"Miss Tang, I'm Longxiang, the fifth of the dragon family."

A simple word is like a thunder blast in the ear!

"He, he is the fifth master of the dragon family..." Tang Xiaoxiao looked at the beautiful and mature middle-aged uncle, murmured, and there was a faint wave light in his gem like eyes

In front of the strange dragon five Ye quickly and the memory of that figure together, the memory of the man once again in her mind, occupied all the reason and calm.

As ye Yuxin, although he was the leader of the first women's group of Shengshi entertainment, as the first boss of Shengshi entertainment, Longxiang Longwu never appeared in front of the public, especially in front of the lady group.

She never knew that the man in front of her was the Dragon five Lord whom she had hated so much!

The man in front of me overlaps with the one in my memory. The man who took himself away from the orphanage with his own hands, the man who cared about himself with his gentle eyes and smile, the man who taught himself with gentleness, the man who sent himself into the entertainment of the prosperous age by himself

Because, that is his adoptive father!

At the age of five, it was the man who adopted himself from the orphanage and fostered him in an empty house. He was taken care of by several nannies. Besides playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, music and dance, he was accompanied by his healthy but persistent adoptive father in a wheelchair, playing with him, reading books and newspapers, and accompanying him Watching TV and movies, accompanying him to eat and chat, the days are calm but so simple and beautiful

It is no exaggeration to say that this man in the wheelchair occupied the whole childhood of Ye Yuxin, and he was her adoptive father in her dream for a long time.

He witnessed Ye Yuxin's growth from a five-year-old child to a girl of thirteen or four years old, and ye Yuxin witnessed his growth from a teenager to a man of a standing age. This memory remains in her mind, and it is so warm and beautiful until today

She always thought that the man would be the best memory of her life.

But to this day, she finally met the legendary dragon five master, and broke all her dreams in her heart!

Lady never knew that she was the one who killed her!

"Why, why is he like this, why is the fifth Lord of the Dragon..."

Two lines of tears, along the cheek Susu quietly fall.

Long Xiang looks at the beautiful and proud girl in the opposite side quietly. He looks at her face changing violently. He looks at the despair and hesitation in her eyes, and the two lines of tears falling down her face

After so many years' experience of intrigue and intrigue, Long Xiang could tell what was disguise and what was real tears. In front of her eyes, this elegant and beautiful girl in a long black dress, just like a black swan, is the real tears that he has not seen for a long time

But why did she fall such tears when she saw herself?

Once upon a time, we were the foster father and daughter who were close to each other, and the opponents we never met But when I meet again today, how do you let me be? Enemies, opponents Or something else?If life is like the first sight, how do you want me to forget all the past to face you?

"Miss Tang..." Long Xiang locked his brow and called again.

"Eh, eh?" Disturbed by Long Xiang's voice, Tang Xiaoxiao immediately raised his tearful jaw, lifted a shallow smile from the corner of his lips, and collected all the negative emotions. He nodded lightly and said, "I'm sorry, but when I saw the fifth master of dragon, I suddenly thought of an old friend."

In full view of the public, Long Xiang came to Tang Xiaoxiao in a wheelchair and asked, "I don't know who Miss Tang is talking about?"

"Ye, Yu, Xin." Tang Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, enunciated clearly and coldly, and replied word by word.

Hearing this sound, Long Xiang's hand movement slightly stopped for a moment, silent for a moment, asked in silence, "Miss Tang is very familiar with Ye Yu's heart?"

"Yes, very familiar." Tang Xiaoxiao bent his lips and looked at Long Xiang's left wrist. He asked softly, "I don't know Is there a curved scar on the inside of the wrist of the fifth master's left hand? "

Before the words fell, Long Xiang's eyes flashed quickly, and his eyes gradually overflowed with a dignified flavor. When he looked at Tang Xiaoxiao, his expression was tinged with fear, but his right hand unconsciously extended to his left wrist. His soft finger belly crossed the tiny scar, bringing a burst of warmth.

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