Ye Ningyuan took out the gift she had prepared and gave her a happy birthday.

Xu Xing opened it. It was a four-leaf clover necklace with diamonds in the middle and leaves made of light green gemstones. It was very beautiful. It was designed by Gu Xiaochen, a well-known designer of Anning International, and cut by hand. The most eye-catching is not the four-leaf clover made of light green gemstones, but the six-star cut diamond in the middle. It is very difficult to cut and very perfect. The diamond cutting is full of a happy concept. It is also the four-leaf clover launched by Anning International. The brand's work in the necklace is unique.

"It's so beautiful!" This necklace was originally seen in the jewelry magazine. It was the only necklace in the world. She originally wanted to buy it. She asked Ye Sanshao if she could cut love through Zhang's house, but was told that it was not for sale. Ning Yuan will give her this necklace.

When I met a while ago, she remembered mentioning the necklace. Unexpectedly, he remembered it so clearly that he gave her away without saying hello. Xu Xing was very happy.

"Don't you like this necklace? Put it in the safe, please wear it if you like." Ye Ningyuan said, but he got his hands after wearing a lot of mouth on this necklace.

Ye Sanshao originally planned to give Cheng Anya a gift on her wedding anniversary. At that time, the necklace designed and built based on Cheng Anya's idea should have been given to her. Ye Ningyuan grinded his dad's failure to grind his mummy, and finally got the necklace up, at the cost of helping him paint a portrait of Cheng Anya. Ye Ningyuan is good at painting, drawing, color painting, oil painting... He is good at any kind of painting.

However, there is a taboo. Most of his works are landscape paintings. He has never painted characters, and only Cheng Anya has painted.

"Thank you Ning Yuan." Xu Xing smiled beautifully and squinted in a very happy mood. She liked it very much and wanted to wear it immediately. Ye Ningyuan was a gentleman who helped her put it on. The necklace was beautiful, and Xu Xingren also looked pretty. Beautiful, beautiful jewelry.

"Ning Yuan, can you make me a wish?" Xu Xing raised his white and slender fingers and asked him anxiously, Ye Ningyuan looked at the bright smile on her face and nodded. "You said."

"I'm a little bit greedy, can you help me draw a picture?" Xu Xing asked, she knew Ye Ningyuan's quirks, he never painted people, but one year she went to the Ye family with the Jiang Lixue couple to visit the New Year, Ye Ningyuan It happened to be going out, Ye Hailan saw her for the first time, surprised and pointed at her and said, Huh, aren't you the elder sister in the elder brother's painting? However, it's a little different.

Xu Xing knew from that that Ye Ningyuan did not draw characters, but only one person. He only painted promises.

This thing has been going on for a few years in the past. It seems to be a thorn stuck in Xu Xing's heart, sometimes it hurts all the time. She is not jealous of her sister, just thinking that if Ye Ningyuan can help her draw a picture, she dies. Also willing. Just as her sister died for him, she was willing.

She has always known that when she first met, Ye Ning knew that she was cherished, and she was very promised and worthless. Although it was not her fault, Xu Xing also knew that she had too much and she should not take it anymore. To take away her sister's only thing.

But her sister is dead and she can fight for herself.

If her sister is alive, even if she loves Ye Ningyuan, she will never compete with her. After all, twin sisters, one day at a time, God is indeed very unfair. But occasionally she thought twice, and God was fair. She was indeed loved by thousands, but she only wanted it, but it was her sister’s, and it was not useful for her to work hard. It’s not hers.

Ye Ning looked at her gently, "Xu Xing, you know, I don't draw characters, sorry."

A simple sentence, politely rejected her.

Ye Ningyuan has a very strange temperament, he speaks lightly, his voice is not shocked, but there is a meaning of refusal, that is a kind of firmness that cannot be tolerated.

Xu Xing smiled, covering the gloom in his eyes, pretending to be brisk, "You are stingy."

Ning Yuan, I don’t mind if you remember your sister forever, and you don’t mind if you love her, but, if you can, give me a place in my heart. I won’t compete with my sister, as long as it’s a small corner, this won’t work. ?

Is it really not working?

She was sad, but she was depressed in her heart, her face still had a sweet smile, and she didn't lose her gaze.

Ye Ningyuan returned to the headquarters of the First Terrorist Organization.

Today, the road is peaceful and there is no trouble. Occasionally, there are some minor disputes that do not require him to go out. There are four masters: Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. They manage the intelligence, weapons transactions, finance, and criminal hall of the first terrorist organization. There are also four main hosts in charge of the four major branches in the Middle East, North America, Eastern Europe and Asia. The power arrangement is just right, which is different from the distribution of power when Chu Li, Jason and Black Jack were in power.

He had just passed the hall, and a beautiful woman reached out to stop her, "Boss, I have an urgent report!"

A young man wearing a pair of gold glasses next to him, Swen Junxiu also walked slowly. Ye Ning went up the spiral staircase and waved his hand. "Suzaku, the white tiger, I will say tomorrow when the sky falls."

Suzaku and Bai Hu looked at each other, and the beautiful woman stomped her feet, "Going to accompany Princess Jiao again, ah, I want to kill!"

He said angrily and left.

The Sven man pushed the glasses on his face and muttered to himself, "Women, it's terrible."

He shook his head and fell to the ground again.

The headquarters of the First Terrorist Organization was built underneath the castle, which is a huge dark kingdom.

Ye Ningyuan returned to the room, pulled the neckline, and sat at the desk, it was almost twelve.

He opened the drawer and took out a picture book with four large characters written on it, my wife promised.

He opened the picture book, and the lifelike promise seemed to leap onto the drawing paper. The first page of her picture was only seven years old. It was the scene when he and her met each other. A brilliant white camellia bloomed behind her. She stood In front of the white camellia, wearing a fiery red dress, waving a white soft whip, the look is cold, the dark eyes are like obsidian, bright and moving.

The sky of Kuyou Island is very blue and the environment is very beautiful. It seems that the island of Wangyou is only the gorgeous white camellia and the little girl like fire.

This is a seven-year-old promise.