This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

What did Yuan Chung want with him?

Though confused, Night Xuan nodded, “Okay, wait for me. ”

In the study at midnight, the night Xuan morning pushed directly into the door.

“My dad wants to talk to me. I'm going home today. ”

After Night Xuan said this, Ling Tian nodded without surprise or surprise.

“How do you feel like you knew I was coming home?” Night Xuan morning slightly frowned.

Ling Tian looked up and faintly said: "Tomorrow the Yang family will have a dinner party at the Royal Hotel, and as the sole successor to the Night Family, you will also be among the invitees. ”

Night Xuan suddenly, that is, Night Yuanzhong let him go back at this time, for tomorrow's party?

“Are you coming tomorrow?” Night Xuan's morning look at the dawn of the sky is beyond curiosity.

Ling Tian nodded.

“Oh.” Night Xuan suddenly, it seems that this banquet is not simple. After tomorrow, there will be movement at Night Zisheng's side.

“Then I'm going back. Don't think of me at night!” Night Xuan held his hands on the table in front of Ling Tian and smiled softly at Ling Tian's ears.

Ling Tian glanced at him, “Are you hurt? ”

“ …… ”

In the housekeeper's constant gaze, Night Xuan finally took a lazy step out.

I waited until I got to the car and the butler hesitated repeatedly before I asked curiously: "Young master, why are you in Mr. Ling's apartment so often? ”

He wanted to ask because almost every time he went to the apartment, Night Xuan came out of Lingtian apartment.

“One person at home is boring, how interesting two people are! ”

Night Xuan morning with Erlang's legs, lying in the back seat, a casual expression.

The butler thinks it's all right. It's true, how boring a person is in the apartment. Can't two people have fun?

But there was something wrong, so the butler continued: “Master, why don't we go home? ”

Night Xuan morning: “The house is even more boring. ”

The butler is not good enough to say anything more. After all, he is just a butler and does not interfere in the life of the Night Xuan Morning.

Back to the night home, no surprise, and the night sung is there.

Night Xuan slipped his hands into his pockets and took six unrecognizable steps. He sat down in front of the sofa and then looked at Night Zisheng: “Cousin Zisheng, long time no see, you are getting fatter... fatter. ”

Sheng Zi was stunned and thought about it for half a day. He didn't hear the sarcasm. He was suspicious. Did he really get fat?

But he doesn't think so!

Despite the suspicions in her heart, Nightson Sheng smiled: “Where, I've always been like this! ”

Night Xuan morning smiled, faint sarcasm flashed deep in his eyes. What kind of things did Night Sung do, it's not gall anymore?

Cheng Yalin and Night Yuanzhong came down from upstairs. Cheng Yalin heard the words of Night Xuan morning. After measuring Night Sung, she laughed: “How can you be fat? I think you've lost a lot of weight. Zisheng, you should pay more attention to your body. ”

Nightson Sheng smiled and nodded. “I know. ”

By this time, the servant had arranged a rich dinner on the table and a few people were seated.

Not surprisingly, at half of the meal, Night Yuanzhong looked at Night Xuan morning, “Tomorrow there is a business banquet, you should come with us to see it. ”

Thinking of the style before the night Xuan morning, the eyes of the night were a few points harsher, warning: “This time almost all the top celebrities of city a have gathered, not where you play with girls cool, you have to give me some peace. ”