It cost more than 8,000 yuan from France to Beijing, from Beijing Capital Airport to Tian'an Sect, and it cost 120 yuan.

How much time would it take for that person to travel from the clouds to the mud?

I can't wait to have a hundred hours a day to numb myself so that I can't recognize my name or my surname.

However, it was still within reach. It was a calm but not smiling face, and it was a pleasant name, Mo Chihiro.

I'm so familiar with this city that it hurts my heart, but I can't bear to leave this city.

The car went up the mountain road, but the green color still made me silent. The guard signaled me to stop and pointed at the sign that I couldn't break in without permission.

I grabbed my phone and got out of the car. "I'm going to the Qiao's." I took out my ID card and showed it to them. A guard came over and looked at it. He smiled and said, "Oh, it's Miss Mo. I called from the mansion this morning and said that Miss Mo would come. Please let her in. Why don't you check her ID card?"

"Aren't you going to register?"

"Don't mention it. Miss Mo is Young Master Qiao's fiancee. Miss Mo, please go in. Madam has come back earlier."

As I drove in with my own car, I saw all kinds of expensive cars parked in front of the Qiao's mansion. My Xiali taxi was parked there like a clown.

Just like my life, I am also a clown.

The nursemaid, who had been waiting at the entrance of the garden for a long time, said with a bitter face, "Miss Mo, please follow me through the back door. There are so many guests in front. Madam said don't embarrass the Qiao family."

I followed her with a smile and went up the stairs. She stood on the armrest and said, "Miss Mo, Madam should be in the young master's room."

"Yes."

He went up the stairs and went all the way to the left. It was Qiao Dongcheng's room.

The door was pushed open, and the woman's voice came out in a delicate voice. "Dongcheng, do I look good in this dress?"

With just a slight glance, I could see a beautiful and delicate woman holding a royal blue low-cut dress and talking to a man in clothes with his back facing me.

She was wearing only underwear, which made her more and more attractive.

I know who she is. She's a famous host. I often see her dignified and beautiful on TV, but she's my fiance's mistress.

The quilt on the big bed was messy, and she could figure out what had happened by thinking about it with her toes.

"Dongcheng, what should I do? I don't have any strength left in my body now. It will be shameful if I can't dance well in the opening dance later." Her voice was so soft that it made my bones turn soft.

I politely closed the door and saw the faint smile on Mrs. Qiao's face.

I nodded. "Mrs. Qiao."

"It's Dongcheng City's birthday today. I don't know that he called a friend here... Chihiro." She called me by my name meaningfully.

I smiled and said, "Mrs. Qiao, I'm also very busy today. Please give him a happy birthday on my behalf."

She frowned and looked at the carpet unhappily. The snow-white carpet let me step out some black marks. I lowered my head and took off my shoes and held them in my hands. "Mrs. Qiao, I'm busy now. Goodbye."

She said politely, "Take care. I'll call you again tomorrow."

"Healer, healer." Behind her, she said in a cold voice, "Change the carpet. If you step on it, don't let the guests see you being rude."