Chapter Twenty-Seven: Out of Instinct
Diao Ranran, whose mind was full of similar chaotic thoughts, suddenly opened his mouth and had no choice but to lie casually.
At this moment, she was extremely glad in her heart, fortunately it was not ancient times, otherwise, she was touched by Zhan Xingchuan just now, wouldn't it be equivalent to putting on a pre-marital green hat for Qiao Sijie.
"Why do you suddenly feel depressed, does it matter?"
It's a pity that Qiao Sijie's gaze at her is too clear, as simple as a child, as if he is just expressing pure concern for her.
When he met his eyes, Diao Ranran felt uncomfortable for a while, she was not a good person, but in the face of the warmth given by others, she couldn't speak ill of her.
The reason is very simple, even if you hate someone very much, once you know that the other person likes you and is willing to be close to you, you can no longer hate him as much as before.
It is very strange that the man named "Qiao Sijie" in front of him does not look fierce, but is polite and elegant.
So how did he do it, he could tame that guy Qiao Yanne properly, Diao Ranran was very curious, and couldn't help but put a pair of burning eyes on his face.
Probably because her gaze had become too hot, Qiao Sijie actually coughed a little embarrassedly and stretched out his hand to her again.
"Let's go, it's time to do the opening dance, everyone is waiting for you. If you don't fight, let's lose company first, and we'll have two more drinks in a while. ”
In the previous sentence, he said it to Diao Ranran, and in the latter sentence, he bowed slightly to Zhan Xingchuan, slightly sorry in his tone.
Zhan Xingchuan nodded, raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course, please, I should go back too." ”
Qiao Sijie turned his head again and looked at Diao Ranran meaningfully.
Just now, he didn't find this familiar figure in the banquet hall, so he came out to look around.
What I didn't expect was that she was indeed here on the open-air rooftop, but she was not alone.
Qiao Sijie still saw the scene where Zhan Xingchuan bent over to help Diao Ranran change his shoes, but he didn't know when the two of them met, and they had become so familiar.
Regarding the person Zhan Xingchuan, Qiao Sijie has naturally heard of it.
He is usually not interested in the gossip and scandals of the men and women around him, and he is not in the country all the year round, and many intricate interpersonal relationships have always been simple, but after listening to it too much, there will always be a few words left in his mind.
Therefore, Zhan Xingchuan is no stranger to Qiao Sijie.
Out of instinct, he didn't want this man to get close to Diao Ranran.
As for the reason, it is naturally self-evident, as a man, he can see what the different eyes of other men represent. If he was not mistaken, just now, when Zhan Xingchuan was looking at Diao Ranran, there was plunder, possession, and even a hint of provocative eagerness in his eyes.
But to his surprise, he didn't see love.
"Okay, let's go. ”
Diao Ranran was reluctant, and he could tell what occasion he was in at the moment, so he had to put his hand in Qiao Sijie's palm. He gently closed his fingers, took her hand, took the lead, and walked back to the banquet hall with her.
It is really a pair of beautiful people, talented men and women, and their family backgrounds are comparable, no wonder, the elders of the two families are urging them to get married as soon as possible, in the eyes of outsiders, this is really a match made in heaven. Zhan Xingchuan squinted his eyes lightly silently, sneering in his heart.
Seeing that they had already walked back to the banquet hall, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked back to the guardrail, picked up the shoes on the ground, and brought them to his eyes to examine them carefully.