(MTL)After wearing the book, I spoiled the disabled boss

Chapter 129

Chapter 129

    Even at midnight, the magic does not fail.

    This is Yan Yan's exclusive magic, if there is a time limit, it will be 10,000 years.

    The carriage headed for the castle. On the way, Yan Yan didn't ask them, and they didn't speak, as if they were really coachmen.

    There was a breeze all the way, and the fresh fragrance of grass and trees unique to the early summer night came blowing, making Yan Yan's heart slightly moist.

    Her expression was soft, like this breeze.

    The carriage stopped at the gate of the castle, and the usually lively park was now empty, except for them, no one else.

    "It's here." The coachmen said with a smile, "Beautiful princess, your prince is waiting for you."

    Yan Yan pursed his lips and nodded, got off the carriage, and looked back.

    The drivers didn't plan to go in with Yan Yan, Yan Yan whispered "thank you", and walked forward with his skirts up.

    She wears crystal slippers and walks slowly.

    The sole of the crystal slipper knocked on the marble floor, making a crisp "tuk-tuk" sound.

    Yan Yan never knew that there was such a long road in this kind of castle that was supposed to be arrogant.

    She walked very slowly, as if she had crossed the boundary between two worlds, from the twilight of winter to the warm spring flowers.

    At the end of the corridor are dazzling lights, Yan Yan's skirt undulates with her movements, and every tiny diamond on it reflects an unparalleled brilliance.

    It seemed that the sky was full of stars dotted around her skirt, and her eyes were the two most dazzling among them.

    Fu Youheng...

    She recited his name silently in her heart.

    This name was tossed on the tip of the tongue and buried deep in my heart.

    After reciting it for the nineteenth time, Yan Yan finally finished the corridor.

    A person stood in front and stretched out his hand against the light, Yan Yan raised his hand slightly, one step, two steps, three steps...

    Three steps were not much, just right, and put his hand into his palm.

    "Yanyan, you are here."

    "I am here." Yan Yan replied.

    Fu Youheng was wearing a pure black suit, but at first glance, it was no different from his usual work suit.

    But Yan Yan thought it looked good no matter how he looked at it, and pursed his lips and smiled.

    Fu Youheng didn't speak, just quietly led her forward.

    Yan Yan looked around and saw familiar faces, all with happy smiles on their faces.

    "Brother Heng."

    "Huh?"

    "What are you doing?" Yan Yan asked quietly.

    "Can't you see?" Fu Youheng turned his face slightly.

    Yan Yan asked clearly and shook her head, "I don't know about duck, can you tell me?"

    Fu Youheng led her to the center of the dance floor, with a smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you dance with me first? "