Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

   Chapter 965

  Wei Jin’s room was as elegant and quiet as her, but it was also extremely deserted. There were a few stacks of books on the table, besides, there were no other sundries.

  Wei Yan took off Mu Feng's clothes, went to the bathroom to wash away the makeup on his face that was washed away by tears, tidyed up his appearance, and restored the calm and calm Miss Wei Jia before he walked out.

  There was heating in the house, and Mu Feng’s frozen limbs began to warm up slowly, and his hair with a thin layer of ice began to become moisturized, clinging to the temple tightly.

  At this time, Mu Fengjiu was almost awake. Thinking of Wei Yan, who had just cried so sad, Mu Feng felt annoyed and did not dare to move while standing still.

  What Wei Yan saw when he came out was Mu Feng standing in the living room with a look of embarrassment, not daring to move. Poor and funny, the corners of Wei Yan's mouth moved almost invisible.

   "I'm sorry, you hit me." Seeing Wei Yan coming out, Mu Feng took a careful look at her and touched her swollen lips, Mu Feng's eyes darkened.

  Wei Yan did not speak, he walked to the table, made a cup of tea for Mu Feng, placed it by the table, and then sat quietly on the sofa.

  Mu Feng was trembling with the cold, but he only dared to look at the steaming cup of tea without daring to step forward.

  I don’t know how long, Wei Yan finally looked up at Mu Feng, "Come over and drink."

   Then Mu Feng cautiously leaned over, and sipped the tea into his mouth, "I'm really sorry, I drank too much."

   "It's okay." Wei Yan's expression was indifferent, as if the person who had just collapsed and cried was not her at all, "It's late too. If Mr. Mu gets warmer, please go back soon."

  Mu Feng frowned. It didn't matter if Wei Yan beat him and scolded him, but he could not stand Wei Yan as if nothing happened, as if he was just an insignificant person.

  As soon as Mu Feng wanted to speak, Wei Yan stood up, "I want to rest, and tomorrow I have to go to dinner with my boyfriend, Mr. Mu will go back early, please don't make it difficult for me."

   "What boyfriend?" Wei Yan's words were like a knife quenched in an ice pool, piercing Mu Feng's heart fiercely.

   "Mr. Jiang, that's my boyfriend." Wei Yan looked directly at Mu Feng. Those beautiful eyes were more frosty and hurt than the cold outside.

   "You," Mu Feng stood up, with his silver hair in the light full of evil spirits, "Don't you like me at all?"

   "President Jiang is young and promising, mature and stable, I like that kind of man." Wei Yan stabbed the knife deeper, she didn't want to give Mu Feng hope.

   The three winter cold wind outside the door seemed to be all poured in at this moment, Mu Feng's tall figure shook, "Okay, I get it,"

  The words fell, Mu Feng turned around decisively and left, walked to the door in a few steps, then gently closed the door and disappeared into Wei Yan's sight.

  In the room, Wei Yan stood there for a long time, and finally moved, reached out for the cup that Mu Feng had drunk, only then found that blood was pinched out in the palm of his hand.

   Can't tell whether Jiang Kui pinched it or she pinched it herself.

  ——

  Manor, with bright lights and a fire in the fireplace, isolating the cold outside the window,

  Xia Wanyuan sorted out the manuscript in her hand, and behind her, Jun Shiling was helping her massage her shoulders.

   "Bo Xiao is finally back, will you call them over for a meal together on the fifteenth of the first lunar month?" After finishing the final paper, Xia Wanyuan turned around.

   "Yeah." Jun Shiling nodded, and the hand on Xia Wanyuan's shoulder slipped unconsciously.

   "What are you doing?" Perceiving Jun Shiling's small movements, Xia Wanyuan slapped him on the hand unhappily.

  Jun Shiling screamed, “I’ll give you a massage for so long, can’t I give you some labor fees?”

  A smile flashed in Xia Wanyuan’s eyes, suddenly stood up, ran to the drawer to the side, took out a coin, and handed it to Jun Shiling, "Hey, thank you."

  Jun Shiling took the coin and suddenly grabbed Xia Wanyuan’s wrist, but now Xia Wanyuan knows him too well, stepped back agilely, and quickly ran to the door, “I’m sleeping with Xiaobao tonight, good night.”

  Looking at the empty room, Jun Shiling gave a wry smile. It seems that he really tossed people too hard last night.

  Xiaobao was hiding in the bed and playing with dolls. The door was suddenly pushed open. When he saw Xia Wanyuan, Xiaobao's eyes lit up, "Mummy!"

   "I will sleep with you tonight. Are you happy?" Xia Wanyuan stepped forward and got into the milky quilt.

  "Happy~" Xiaobao leaned forward softly, and was about to share his doll with Xia Wanyuan, when the door opened again.

  Jun Shiling came in, "I will accompany you to sleep tonight."

  Xiaobao grinned bitterly, and secretly stuffed the doll back into the quilt.

  Woo, can I drive my father away.

  The fact is, no.

  Xiaobao’s children’s bed is more than enough to sleep alone. After three people are packed, it looks a little crowded. Xiaobao feels too crowded, and moves over and over on the bed.

  It didn’t take long for Jun Shiling’s feet to touch a cold thing. Jun Shiling frowned and lifted the quilt. A cartoon doll was just under his feet.

  Jun Shiling picked up the thing with a black face, and Xiaobao, who had just turned over and over, fell asleep in a second, like the golden boy in the painting.

  Xia Wanyuan smiled and hooked to Jun Shiling, Jun Shiling lowered his head, Xia Wanyuan tweeted on his face, and whispered, "Little treasure is all asleep, let's sleep too,"

  Looking at Little Treasure, whose eyes were still closed but still ticking, Jun Shiling hummed lightly, and finally said nothing.

  A good night dream.

  The holidays have passed, and the imperial capital, which was quiet during the Chinese New Year, has regained its busy traffic.

  At the same time, a good news came to China,

  Xia Bangyuan’s design work successfully passed the preliminary round of the international design competition and got the ticket to enter the final.

The   International Design Competition is a heavyweight competition recognized in the fashion industry. It has attracted worldwide attention. In recent years, many designers in China have been shortlisted for this competition, but most of them have returned empty-handed.

  The best result was the gold award won by the famous Chinese designer Zou Man three years ago, which once caused a sensation in China.

  This time Xia Banyuan was selected successfully, everyone couldn't help but compare Xia Banyuan and Zou Man together, guessing where Xia Banyuan could go.

  (End of this chapter)