Chapter 11: The Secret of the Door Lock 3

  In the morning, Mu Si Xue stood in front of the mirror, preparing to tie up her hair. However, in the mirror appeared Ling Shui Yao's deeply affectionate face: "Remember, you owe me another favor!"

  Muxi Snow patted her forehead, thinking she must have gone crazy, remembering such a thing, he has a girlfriend!

  Whole day was spent in a daze, probably because of being with Huajia every day. Musui Xue let out a long sigh, hooked her bangs with her index finger, gave it a light twist and secured it with a hairpin on top of her head.

  "Just now! When I was parking, when you were twisting your thigh." Ling Shuiyue's cheerful voice sounded in his ear again.

  His smile is intoxicating, those amber-colored eyes are so big and fiery.

  What are you daydreaming about? You need to go to work! You need to get a job! Mu Si Xue shook her head, took out the hair clip and looked more elegant.

  After she finished tidying up her hair, there wasn't much time left. Muxi Xue hastily ran towards the elevator and saw Ling Shuiyao inside. She hesitated, wondering whether to go in now or wait for the next time.

  "Will you often meet me in the future? Are you sure you want it to be like this every time?"

  The hesitant footsteps of dusk still stepped into the elevator.

  Ling Shui's gaze remained on Mu Si Xue, she was so beautiful! Her soft and black hair was fixed at the back of her head with a water diamond hairpin, and the remaining strands of hair by her ears made her look even more natural.

  A white one-word collar with a connected shoulder and long sleeves, horizontally spliced on the chest and connected to a black short-sleeved body, with black trousers below, a thin silver ornament at the waist, and geometric earrings in silver echoing each other, noble and elegant, dazzling.

  Although it's a very classic black and white professional attire, she perfectly combines the simplicity and elegance of the outfit with the soft beauty of women.

  She attracts his eyeballs in whatever she wears.

  It seems a bit excessive, this will only scare her away. Ling Shuiyue made an effort to withdraw his gaze, but in just one second it returned to Musi Xue's body: "I changed the password, you can confirm when you have time."

  "Thank you!" Muxi Xue said softly in gratitude.

  "I hate those 'thank you's and 'sorry's that are just said with the mouth, without sincerity."

  "What kind of action is sincere in your eyes?"

  "I hope we can live in peace, after all, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."

  "You..." Muxi Xue glanced at Ling Shuiyao, he was really sincere.

  "We all forgot... that night, let's get reacquainted. Alright?"

  Muxi Xue's back stiffened slightly, his eyes gleaming with a hint of danger: If it hadn't been for that one night...

  The elevator door opened and Musi Xue hastened her steps: "Why? Is there a law that requires neighbors to be harmonious?"

  "I just thought that people who live in the same city, are neighbors, and even use the same password would definitely get along peacefully." Ling Shuiyue began to pay attention to her wording.

  As expected, her footsteps slowed down, and Ling Shuiyue continued his attack: "I'm making shaved ice tonight, would you like to come?"

  "Will you make shaved ice?"

  "Hmm. My specialty is vanilla flavor, would you like some?"

  Vanilla flavor? Musashi Yuki looked at Ling Shuiyue with a puzzled expression: How much did he really understand her?

  "Thank you! I......" Musui Xue hesitated, and in her eyes, there was only longing and sincerity. Could this man be someone she could be honest with? From the moment she met him, he... He was after all the one who allowed her to release her true self. No! She couldn't easily trust strangers.

  "Let's rain check for another day. I've got a lot on my plate these days."

  "Alright, see you later!"

  Will he laugh again? Dusk Snow quickly closed the car door, fastened his seatbelt, and three seconds later, the car left its parking space.

  The smile still lingers on Ling Shuiyue's enchanting face, he knows that from now on, his smiles will only increase.

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  Mingde sat on the sofa with a piece of paper, panting: just had a few delicious egg fried rice and people are gone? No farewell, only left a few pieces of paper.

  First: Mingde leans against the wall, sitting on the floor, a pink shirt with only one button, a classic floral silk scarf casually slipping over his shoulder... light-colored jeans, feet are ***, an ankle has a shiny platinum five-color crystal anklet.

  Pink suits you best. You look really good.

  I saw a magazine by your bedside, picked it up casually, and my favorite is "Angel's Tears". She is this way in my heart, like crystal and the deep shallow blue, elegant and boundless. I hope one day she can wear the evening gown I designed.

  The third one: Mingde's sketch.

  In the year I've been away from home, you're the one who's taken care of me the most. Thank you for your care.

  Ming De smiled: It turned out that when she was fine, she sat here painting these. It seemed like there were more than just these, Ming De saw that at the corner of the bed, it seemed like another one had fallen down.

  It is also a formal dress with blue as the main color, and it has a similar effect to the one worn by Ugly Eight.

  The model in this picture is actually Ming Xin!

  Under her pen, Ming Xin was also gentle and moving. Below it was written: She seems to live in your heart.

  Ming De's eyes were misty.

  "Excellent virtue! Excellent virtue!" Shen Shuxian shouted loudly. What's going on? Someone opened the door, but no one greeted them.

  "Whatever you have to say, say it downstairs, don't come up."

  Shen Shuxian couldn't help but wonder what he was up to again: "Geng said...he has a friend...who's having a fashion show in Shuicheng next month...and wants you to be the guest model...are you going?"

  "Don't go!"

  "Is that Director Geng's friend?" Mingde was brought up by Director Geng himself, and over the past few years, he had always taken good care of Mingde. Mingde still paid close attention to Director Geng's attitude.

  "Hmm... He specifically called me to his office today. It's not a particularly large-scale one, but the scale is still decent. He said it was an old friend and couldn't refuse, wanted to hear my opinion first before responding to him." Shen Shuyan had lied to the point where her face didn't change color and her heart didn't skip a beat.

  Geng's friend actually invited Pei Yichen, and Geng didn't want people to know that Pei Yichen was injured, which means Debi is better than Pei Yichen.

  Ming De adjusted his mood and walked to the side of the stairs, looking at Shen Shu Xian who had a difficult expression.

  "Hey, Nian Jie, what did you say? Don't speak first, let me tell you what you said back then. You said: 'Ah! General Geng! Your matter is Mingde's matter, don't mention old friends, even strangers, as long as you want Mingde to go, Mingde won't decline. Now just give a direct response to the other party, Mingde will definitely go!'"

  Mingde even mimicked his own expression, let alone his voice. He was born to be an actor! Shen Shuyan smiled helplessly: "Mingde! What you said is almost identical to what I said back then..."

  "What else can I ask you?"

  "I... I was just pretending to be clever! Playing with a big axe in front of Luban's door! I know your relationship with General Geng. Didn't you say that General Geng's business is your business? Am I talking nonsense?"

  "Don't be reckless, older sister! We've been cooperating for so many years, I've always regarded you as my own elder sister. However, you can't make all the decisions on my behalf. I know you're doing it for my good, but with regards to Manager Geng's matter, you can handle it this way, but for others, you need to discuss with me first and we'll decide together. Alright?"

  Shen Shu-xian also knew how rare it was to meet an artist with a similar temperament, let alone someone like Ming De who shone brightly and had boundless prospects: "Alright! I understand."

  "Goodbye!" Mingde disappeared at the stairs.