Luo Qi and Xu Bingxin are not very good-looking. All the guests around are very considerate, pretending to talk freely, drinking and watching the scenery, but their attention is all here. "What Miss Xi taught us was to be average and let the children climb on the ground. Do you know how many times we have to wash the tableware for Holly in one day?" Luo Qi said coldly, scornful of words. "It's not good to have a baby." Xu Bingxin doesn't like to hurt others, but he doesn't like Luo Qi's words. It's more uncomfortable to think that Luo Qi once imprisoned her daughter for half a year. "Gong Ou is also raised by me. Now he is the president of N.E. how about your daughter and son?" Luo Qi said, suddenly think of what, tone with a touch of tit for tat, "daughter will not say, your son is not what on the table." "What do you mean?" Xu Bingxin stands up angrily and stares at Luo Qi. "Mother!" When small read out a voice, toward Xu Bingxin, reach for her arm, said, "mother, you sit, the dance will begin." In the afterglow of dusk, Xu Bingxin looks at his daughter and understands her difficulties. He stops talking and bends down to sit down. Luo Qi gave them a light look, and her eyes fell on Xiao Kui in the baby carriage. Seeing Xiaokui, Luo Qi's eyes are much softer. She reaches out to pull the stroller over. Seeing this, Xiaonian immediately holds the stroller. This movement is completely subconscious and does not go through her brain at all. It is a kind of inborn child care psychology. When Xiaonian looked at Luo Qi, Luo Qi also looked at her, a pair of eyes permeated with some cold, low voice, "how, I can't even look at my granddaughter now?" "Of course." When small read back to God, slowly release their hands. Luo Qi doesn't know what to do in public. Luo Qi wants to pull the pram. Xu Bingxin, who is very close to Xiaokui, pulls the pram back and reaches out to take Xiaokui out of the pram. She looks kind. "Is Xiaokui hungry?" “……” Luo Qi's face is cold and quiet. When she wants to stand up, Xiao Nian reaches out her hand and presses it on her shoulders. It looks close but secretly makes Luo Qi sit down. The guests around looked at them intentionally or unintentionally. "What do you want to do?" Luo Qi is pressed to sit on the chair, in the eyes of a flash of embarrassment. At this time, Xiaonian is really more and more daring. When Xiaonian leaned down, smiled and put his face close to her ear, which seemed very close and harmonious. On his mouth, he said, "if you really come to repair with Gong Ou today, I think he will be happy, but you bring Mona here, it has made him unhappy once, and I will not make him unhappy for the second time." She won't let anyone make a scene at this birthday party. "Are you signaling to me that I am a vicious mother?" Luo Qi asked coldly. "Gong Ou is the one we all want to protect. There are so many ways to wring my heart. Why are you here today. Don't tempt me. Instead of doing this, you should think about how to cure Gong Ou's disease. " When small read whispers to say, the hand is not light not heavy ground presses on her shoulder, the diamond ring on ring finger is light light light. Luo Qi had never been so pressed to speak, her face suddenly swept deep embarrassment. But very soon, Luo Qi then returns to normal, cooperates with her play, turns the MOU to gaze at her smile, "since then, also not in the difference to test again." Say, Luo Qi hides in the feet under the lady skirt mercilessly when small read the instep to step on. The pointed heel thrust into the back of her foot. “……” When Xiaonian's face suddenly turned white, he almost fell down. The guests in the courtyard didn't notice the scene hidden under the expensive skirt. They all stood around talking. Luo Qi sits on the chair and looks at Shi Xiaonian defiantly. "Madame, I love Gong Ou more than myself." When small read to bear the pain, a word out of the lips, pale face a trace of sweat. “……” When Xiaonian leaned over, her face was very close to Luo Qi. Luo Qi looked at the fortitude in her eyes and her lips trembling with pain. Suddenly, she felt that what she had done was meaningless, even a little disrespectful. It seems that in this moment, all the demeanor of myself is gone. Luo Qi slowly draws her feet back and her face is indifferent. When Xiaonian's feet survived, she took a low breath of relief. The lady of the uterus and her mother couldn't fight each other. She turned around and was about to leave. Luo Qi's low voice sounded beside her. "Holy was arranged in the hotel by me. After the dance, you can find an excuse to see it. I'll leave tomorrow." Smell speech, when small read some stunned to look at her, low tunnel, "thank you." This was her son, but now I have to say thank you. "Don't call him Shanggong ou. He knows that Holly is coming. He will definitely take advantage of him and make a more decisive decision with the palace family. At that time, my husband will be furious and will not care about Gong Ou's illness. " Luo Qi said that the voice was lowered so that Xiao Nian could only hear it. "When small read nodded," I understand, madam. " When Xiaonian left from Luo Qi's side, she was trampled hard on the instep, which made her walk like stepping on the tip of a knife. She forbear to be seen. When he was a little far away from the crowd, Xiaonian couldn't even walk to the gate of the castle. He could only find a quiet place nearby to stop, sit on the bench, and stretch out his skirt. As soon as the skirt was pulled open, Xiaonian saw blood oozing out of the white leather shoes on her feet. There was a flush on the instep. "Miss Xi, are you ok?" A strange voice came. When Xiaonian looked up, he saw a young boy with brown hair and high nose standing not far away, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and asked politely. "Oh, I'm fine." When Xiaonian's face was a little white, his feet were aching like being pricked, and he was shouting like blood and flesh. Luo Qi stepped on this foot too hard. "Miss Xi, it's impolite." The young boy put the glass aside, went to her and squatted down. He could not help but lift her feet and take off her shoes. "No more." It's too late for Xiaonian to stop her. The man can't help frowning at the injury on her instep. "The injury is very serious. Who stepped on you?" "No, I accidentally kicked something. Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. " Shi Xiaonian said that he would take her foot back. The man took her foot and took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket with the other hand. He wiped the blood and dust off her instep and wiped it carefully. When touching the wound, Xiaonian's body trembled with pain. Luo Qi's heel is thin and sharp, as if a sharp blade stabbed into her foot. "It doesn't work. It needs to be disinfected and bandaged." Said the young boy, crouching in front of her. "Well, then I'll bandage. Thank you." When small read back feet. "Miss Xi, you can't move around now. The medicine I studied at school will be a doctor in the future, so you'd better believe me." The boy stood up and looked at her seriously. He looked around and said, "I'll go in and ask for the medicine box." Said, the warm-hearted boy turned around and ran, when Xiaonian shouted that he could not stop. When Xiaonian looked down at her feet, she frowned because of the pain. She raised her feet and wiped the blood stains on them with a handkerchief. There was a sound of footsteps. She immediately put her feet into her shoes and looked up. Feng de stood not far away and looked at her and said, "Miss Xi, the dance is about to start. You have to dance with the young master." "OK, I see. Go and invite Gong ou. " Dance. How does she dance with her feet. You can't jump, you have to jump. When Xiaonian sent Fengde away, she stood up slowly from the ground, pained deeply. She looked at herself with low eyes. Fortunately, the skirt was long enough to cover her feet. I can't see it. When Xiaonian bit his teeth, tried to resist the pain, and then walked towards the courtyard. As the sky darkened, all the lights in the huge courtyard lit up. The twining lights on the trees were like a fire tree, gorgeous and dazzling. The lights on the ground were like stars, embedded in this night. It was wonderful. Everyone is waiting for the beginning of the dance. When Xiaonian walked over, he started to talk with some female guests as if nothing had happened, and held the glass to touch people. The pain in her feet made her almost unable to stand. She can feel blood oozing out of her shoes. It's OK. It's good to get through the dance. When Xiaonian tried not to let himself have a big walk, so he stood there and talked with people. "Miss Xi, you are here." The young boy with brown hair and high nose came in from the crowd, and his enthusiasm went straight to Xiaonian. Everyone looked at her in surprise. "I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern." When Xiaonian saw him, he immediately said between his words. The light fell on the boy's face with vigor and enthusiasm. "No, it must be checked. I've got the box. Let's go." Said the boy. "Really not." When Xiaonian felt that all the eyes around him fell on them. For a while, he didn't know what to do. The boy in front of him is over enthusiastic. "Just for a moment, come with me!" The boy couldn't bear her resistance. He took her hand and left. The other hand left the crowd beside him. "You let it, let it." Xiao Nian's face was pale with pain, and he didn't even have the strength to resist. He was allowed to pull forward, and his feet hurt as if the whole person fell down at any time. The crowd suddenly made way for itself. When Xiaonian looked forward painfully, he saw Gong Ou coming towards this side. He was wearing a suit made by Fengde himself. It was pure black, like the color of purgatory. His legs were long and straight. He stepped on the lawn steadily step by step. His hands on the side of his body swayed slightly as he walked. A handsome face was taut, and his thin lips were pursed without any blood color. The light drifted around him and stung his eyes. He was looking at her with a pair of ink pupils. His eyes were gloomy to the extreme. It's like a black hole. The black hole that engulfs everything, as if whose sight stays on his eye for a second more, will be engulfed forever.