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Chapter Eighteen: An Orchid in an Empty Valley

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    Zhuo Youran held the phone and listened to Ms. Fu Qiushuang's remarks, her mouth opened into an O shape in surprise.  My mother has become so anxious about her marriage that even her younger brother, who is three years younger, can nod to claim it.

    What's wrong with this world?  Is it a crime for a woman not to marry?  Will it hinder the progress and development of society?  Will it be labeled as an expired product, a discount sale?

    Zhuo Youran was furious in her heart, but there was no expression of resistance and struggle on her face.  She knows her mother too well, the more you argue with her, the more excited she will be, and if the topic continues to entangle, she will probably call right away and ask He Mozhe to fly to her, so that she can feel at ease when she decides on the date of marriage.

    "Mom, I rushed back to City S from City C for two hours on the highway today. I haven't arrived home yet. As soon as I received a call from my dad, I immediately rushed back by another two-hour plane. Now I can't take it anymore. I'll go back to sleep first.  I'll come see you later in the evening, do you think it's okay?" Zhuo Youran knew that she couldn't stay here for long, so she made a decisive decision, and just said, run away!

    The white Bentley Mulsanne glides gracefully among the green shades of the mountains like a light swift.  After a while, it stopped in front of a small white building.  In front of the door stood two women dressed as servants, bowing respectfully to salute.

    "Miss, you have worked hard!" The voice was clear and sweet, full of energy.

    "Sister Ling, Xiaofang, hello." Youran greeted them warmly as she entered the door.  All of them have been nannies for more than ten years, and the relationship between master and servant is a bit closer than that of ordinary relatives.

    In the large circular bathtub that occupies a full quarter of the area of ??the bathroom, the steaming bath water has already been prepared.  Youran's favorite scent of lavender lightly permeates the air.  When Xiaofang put down her bathrobe and slippers and stepped out, she couldn't wait to immerse herself in the warm blue waves.

    It was really exhausting, starting from the urging phone call yesterday morning, leisurely felt like a dog, being whipped with a whip, kept turning around on the ground

    What happened one after another, like a Qiong Yao drama that suddenly appeared one after another, Lei's leisurely appearance and tenderness in the inside.  The driving skills are not as good as others, and he bumped into a top-quality tender grass; he made friends carelessly, and almost negotiated a business marriage; now, he is placed under house arrest by his mother, waiting to "pick up customers" every day

    oh!  God!  I, Zhuo Youran, just want a peaceful weekend, and you always hold your hand high, don't create so many "surprises" for me!

    In a haze, Zhuo Youran seemed to see a god with white wings floating in front of him in the sky.  The long eyeliner outlines the stunning starry eyes, and the thin red lips reveal a wicked smile.  With slender fingers, he gently raised his leisurely jaw, and his condescending eyes seemed to be admiring a newly acquired treasure.

    "Damn! I'm not a thing, what kind of eyes are you!" After finishing speaking, Youran realized her slip of the tongue, and hurriedly corrected: "I'm a thing, oh, no, I'm not a thing! It's not right, I said, you  Don't treat me like a thing" Cough, the more you talk, the more chaotic you are!

    The beautiful god, slowly leaning down, getting closer, getting closer

    Youran was so anxious that she raised her arm, trying to drive away the stinky hand on her chin

    "Slap!" There was a crisp sound, and a burst of burning pain spread across the cheek. It turned out that Youran was actually dreaming just now. This slap did not slap the lecherous god to death, but hit her face firmly.

    "Sister! Are you in there? Why is it taking so long to take a shower?" Someone knocked on the door of the bathroom, and Yushi's voice came from outside.

    This time, Youran was completely awake, not because she slapped herself, nor because Youshi knocked on the door, but because the pool of hot water was already freezing.  Only Miss Youran could figure it out.

    "Ouch!" Youran shuddered all over, jumped out of the bath, grabbed the bathrobe on the shelf, and wrapped her cold body tightly.

    "Sister, what's the matter with you? Don't fall!" You Shi asked outside the door with concern, fearing that this careless old lady might make trouble again.

    "It's okay, it's okay! You wait for me outside for five minutes!" Zhuo Youran turned on the bathroom heater tremblingly, trying to add some warmth to herself, her long wet hair was still dripping, and even with a hair dryer, it would be dry for a while  no.

    "You Shi, turn on the air conditioner outside for me to 28 degrees." You Ran yelled in the bathroom, yelling at her younger brother outside the door, stupefied.

    "Sister, are you swaying? This kind of sky is open to 28 degrees?" Although You Shi said so, he was still obedient in action, and the central air conditioner would start immediately with a touch of the remote control.

    "Come out, it's ready." You Shi took off.Only a shirt is left of his own sweater, and he tolerates the old lady's eccentricities.

    Zhuo Youran was wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, while wiping her wet long hair, while wearing slippers, she walked to the French window with a patter.

    Zhuo Youran's bedroom is on the second floor of the small building. The entire south wall is covered with floor-to-ceiling glass from top to bottom. Outside the huge glass wall is a lush jungle, and a clear stream can be vaguely seen winding through the woods.  Pentium.

    You Shi was staring at the mountains and mountains outside the window with ecstasy, there was always a faint sadness between his brows, his long light brown hair was scattered on his shoulders elegantly, and his snow-white skin was as smooth and delicate as porcelain.  Standing beside his younger brother, leisurely looking up at You Shi's eyebrows, lamenting the eccentricity of the Creator.

    Feeling his sister's gaze, You Shi slowly turned his head, a ray of sunset light refracted in his beautiful eyes, overflowing with a touch of warmth.

    Wearing the white linen shirt on You Shi's body, it fits perfectly with his uncontested and elegant temperament.  Zhuo Youran looked at his younger brother who was becoming more and more outstanding, and couldn't help but secretly lamented the ruthlessness of the years.  I am 28 years old, but already like a cake that expires at Christmas, I have to be labeled as a discount.  But You Shi in front of him has just stepped into the brightest brilliance of a man.

    You Shi took the towel in his sister's hand, and thoughtfully helped You Ran dry her long wet hair.  The movements were gentle and careful, lest she hurt a strand of her hair.

    Only in front of You Ran, the sadness between You Shi's eyebrows will gradually fade away. My sister is like the light in his life, dispelling the darkness along the way, and bringing him light and laughter.

    A white imperial concubine couch is placed in front of the window, and leisurely favorite Tieguanyin is brewed in the exquisite porcelain cup in front of the couch.  Zhuo Youran let her younger brother dry her hair, while she comfortably leaned on the leather chaise longue, took a sip of hot fragrant tea, and suddenly felt that the pores of her body were finally leaking heat.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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