Chapter 3

There was a smell of heavy rain in the air before we arrived, and sure enough, as soon as we came out after the engagement banquet, it started pouring rain outside.

The skirt Fatima wore today was long and dragged in place, which was very inconvenient. Before going out, she went to the dressing room and changed into Amina's little black dress. It was a rare cute and well-behaved style, especially with a big bow on her half-naked back. Compared to Fatima, which is usually known for its grandeur, this is really rare.

But it didn't seem out of place, and it made her look a little sweeter.

Layla looked at the heavy rain and shook the car keys in her hand, "Go back with me?"

Fatima shook her head, "You go first."

"I see Yusuf has left. How do you leave?"

Fatima raised her eyebrows and gestured to the top floor. Layla understood instantly and flicked the tip of her tongue to the roof of her mouth and made a sound.

"We are evenly matched. Don't talk about me anymore. Let's go."

With that said, he walked into the rain under the umbrella held by the doorman.

Fatima Qian told Layla a few words about her and Ali's affairs, but she left out the cause and effect, and only said that it was the relationship between an adult man and a woman, and it was not about the heart.

However, Layla still remembered Fatima's secret crush on Ali when she was a teenager. She teased her and always said that her romantic relationship was unclear and God knows what she had in mind.

Fatima shook her head and chuckled. What could she possibly be thinking? When a girl was sixteen, she fell in love with a boy she fell in love with at the age of twenty-five. It was not a loss.

The entrance of Yunheng Winery was crowded with people, unlike the previous dinners where people dispersed in twos and threes. Firstly, it was because of the heavy rain, and secondly, the gesture of looking back frequently had a clear meaning.

They all wanted to see if they could find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Ali.

Fatima is standing here, quite conspicuous, attracting many men with ulterior motives to look at her and want to come over and chat with her.

Not to mention the power of the Mohammadi family behind the scenes, Fatima's beauty alone is enough to seduce her.

And because of the heavy rain, the temperature suddenly dropped a lot. The door of the hall was suddenly opened, and the cold wind came in, causing Fatima's arms to have a dense layer of dots.

She took out her phone and sent Ali a message.

Fatima: [Five minutes]

Ali came from Ahmed's engagement party and seemed more and more perfunctory.

He lay lazily on the sofa, looking at his cell phone.

Rami yelled that it was boring here, put his monopod on the railing of the chair, and said that he was going to have a second show and find a lively place.

"Come on, Ali, I'll give you some face if you can come today, but you are the only one who lives in Kuai Ben San and hangs out with a group of college students in such places all day long."

Omar smoked the e-cigarette until it was full of smoke. The white smoke filled the room, and the smell was unpleasant.

Ali's eyes were calm and he was playing with the copper lighter that Rami had just handed over to him.

The lighter is cleverly designed. The ignition point is at the bottom and has a twist-shaped opening. The firing pin needs to be inserted and the flame ignited by gently lifting it upwards.

His face was hidden in the shadows behind the flames, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.

When the fire burned for the second time, Omar handed over the cigarette.

Burnt brown cigar.

The flames sprang up, burning the tobacco, and letting out a wisp of smoke.

Before taking a deep breath, Ali suddenly remembered the face he just saw downstairs.

He looked coldly and didn't even look at him.

It was estimated that not to mention smoking this cigarette, the smell of her body was enough to make her frown and push herself away.

Cold and squeamish.

Ali looked at the people coming and going in the room, frowned and put out his cigarette.

He tilted his head and called someone.

"Have you gone to see if it's over downstairs?"

"Ali, it's just over."

Ali took a long step, walked to Omar and patted his shoulder, "Let's go."

"Let's go? What time is it? We haven't started yet. Why are you going home so early? No one is waiting for you. No, the little sister from the Mohammadi family is waiting downstairs. Hey, I'm just guessing. "

Ali didn't bother to pay attention to him, and casually took his coat from the door and hung it on his arm.

The private room on the top floor has an independent VIP elevator. As soon as Ali stepped in, he received a message from Fatima.

These three words clearly showed her impatience.

So I looked down through the full glass, and sure enough I saw the person in the black short skirt.

It was white and glowing, and stood out in the crowd. Because of the style of the skirt, it had a bit of a little girl's charm.

There was a man whose face could not be seen clearly next to him. He didn't know what he was saying to Fatima, which made her laugh.

Fatima rarely smiles vividly, and most of the time she has a light expression, but she has a bright and majestic face, with a little smile between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes her even more amazingly beautiful.

The man seemed to be inspired and said something else. He was about to take off his suit jacket and put it on his shoulders, but he saw Fatima take a step back and her eyes instantly became cold.

He looked over with disdain in his eyes.

There was a bit of smile in Ali's eyes.

When the elevator landed, he walked forward naturally.

The man was still lingering about what to say, but Fatima's impatience was clearly visible on her face. If her tutor for more than 20 years hadn't told her that hitting someone would dirty her hands, she would have wanted to slap him. .

"Miss Fatima, when my father and I had dinner before, my father expressed his appreciation for me. I think we might as well have a meal together first so that you can get to know me better."

"Not interested."

"How do you know if I'm interesting if you don't understand? Don't worry, Miss Fatima, as long as you have dinner with me once, I promise..."

Just as Fatima was about to say something bad, someone suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder, and the familiar smell told her who was coming before her eyes.

The cold aroma of rime after snow is not heavy, but unique.

The inner irritability was instantly soothed.

Ali was not wearing a jacket, and his shirt was soft in texture, but his arms were stiff from years of fitness. His skin rubbed against Fatima's arms. Even if he had no other thoughts, his actions could easily make his heart skip a beat.

Fatima felt somewhat unnatural when she bumped into his arms so openly.

She gently pulled herself away.

The man who had been treating her warmly and attentively just now saw the person clearly and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, he rubbed his hands and shouted with a hint of enthusiasm and flattery, "Ali, what a coincidence."

Ali never raised his eyes, looking down at the red spots on Fatima's delicate arms, he put the coat on his arms directly, "Why don't you wait for me inside?"

These words are really ambiguous. People who don't know the truth hear it and think that the two people are a boyfriend and girlfriend who are passionately in love.

Fatima shivered suddenly, raised her eyes and glanced at Ali.

She really didn't understand what Ali's situation was like, and it would be a big trouble if people in the industry misunderstood the relationship between the two.

I didn't care about him at the moment, gathered my clothes and walked straight to the door.

Ali's car is parked at the foot of the steps.

Black Cullinan.

The assistant was standing in front of the car holding an umbrella. When he saw Fatima coming out, he very cleverly stepped forward and took her into the car.

It was raining heavily outside the window, but the inside of the car was warm and soft, and filled with the same vague smell of rime after snow as Ali's body.

Fatima sat on the soft chair and loosened the straps of her high heels to let her feet relax.

My toes were stretched out, and they were immediately tightened when they saw Ali getting into the car.

Seeing her sitting upright, Ali smiled lightly and reached out to take a shirt from the back of the car.

The material was similar to what he was wearing, it was smooth and delicate, and the light-colored logo on the collar revealed its high price.

He casually placed it at Fatima's feet, leaned over and took off her shoes.

Unlike her standing outdoors for a long time, the temperature was a bit cold, Ali's palms were warm, and they were just wide enough to wrap Fatima's feet.

When her palms touched her feet, Fatima was involuntarily excited and her heart trembled.

But seeing that there was no outsider, she didn't show any pretense and allowed Ali to gently put her feet on her clothes.

She discovered this problem last time. Although Ali usually seemed quite cold and difficult to contact, he was somewhat gentle when it came to matters between men and women.

Very attentive.

This is probably the reason why she lost her mind and maintained a strange relationship with him.

Fatima leaned back on the soft cushion, stretched her legs, and sighed comfortably.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Thank you Ali."

"It doesn't matter." Ali reached out and unbuttoned two buttons, and his chest muscles were looming under the shirt. "You can use the things in the car as you like."

She said this as if Fatima was a mistress.

Ali's skin color is fair, but it must have been deliberately tanned, showing a light wheat color.

Following the lines of her arms, Fatima swallowed lightly.

She suddenly felt that she could refute Layla.

The reason why she was single since birth must be that her past suitors were not good-looking. If Ali seriously confessed to her one day, she might be so hot-headed that she would really agree.

Ali held a cross-border conference call.

He listened most of the time, and occasionally spoke a few words, which were clear and conclusive instructions.

Ali's voice is nice, not as bright and dazzling as his appearance, but a bit heavy, lazy but unmistakable.

A light-colored warm light was turned on in the car, which was soft and quiet.

Fatima leaned back in the chair with peace of mind and selected the photos Layla took for her tonight.

There are both formal dresses and little black dresses. The original pictures are shown directly, and the focus is on snapshots.

Fatima looked at the makeup and the delicateness of the skin. She realized that there was no need to retouch the pictures, so she selected three pictures that she liked very much and posted them on social platforms.

@Fatima:今日look.

She didn't take care of her social accounts regularly. Initially, Layla planned to do self-media. While she was studying abroad, she pulled her to take pictures of her face-covering outfits, hoping to test the waters.

There weren't many fans, so it didn't make much of a splash.

Later, a fashion blogger found out that the average price of all the clothes owned by the account owner was more than five figures, and many of them were even international limited editions. The occasional banquet pictures were also high-end.

There are only a handful of people in the country that can reach this level.

So one clue followed another, and someone found out that the person behind the account was Fatima, the daughter of the Mohammadi family who started a hotel chain.

Fatima didn't hide it, she praised her so much, all kinds of rainbows flew up in the comment area, she simply went through real-name authentication, and occasionally posted some daily photos, and she has accumulated millions of fans intermittently.

As expected, today's makeup was revealed very quickly. It was from Elie Saab's ready-to-wear haute couture series. It was said that some A-list actresses had tried to borrow it before, but without success, which caused a small climax in the comment section.

"Sister is so beautiful, do you want to sleep with me?"

Fatima was scrolling through the comments and suddenly heard Ali say this. She was so shocked that she quickly put down her phone.

She turned her head and saw the smile in his eyes. She didn't know when she followed her to the comment section.

"So you like this kind of compliment?"