Bai Qihong's goods were sent out smoothly, and Hua Ting naturally got the sweetness.

She proudly said to Jane: "Why does this tough life feel as smooth as a hanging!" ”

Jian Yi just came out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings, although she didn't understand the word "open hanging", but her tone still said lightly: "It's just that Sister Hua is popular." "I'm not serious at all," with Sister Hua's communication skills, it seems that I still have to learn more from you. ”

"What do you mean by ......" Hua Ting looked up suddenly, "sarcastically me?" ”

In the face of this domineering and stubborn gaze, Jian Yi's gaze softened slightly, "I'm jealous." ”

"Huh!?" Two dumplings fill the cheeks.

"You're jealous." If you want to laugh, you don't even need to add a question mark, just use an affirmative sentence.

"Hmm!" Jian Yi bowed down, raised her right hand and hooked Hua Ting's neck, and said at a distance that almost touched her ear, "This is unfair, Sister Hua never seems to have been jealous of me." It's obviously a sentence full of vinegar, but it's like a joke.

When Hua heard this, she remembered Shi Yinai, "You? I have something delicious. ”

"Sister Hua has never been jealous of me?" Jane didn't give up on asking.

After the dumplings were put down, the corners of Hua Ting's mouth curled into a touch of hippieness, "That's." ”

"It seems that my man has failed quite a bit," Jian Yi picked up a dumpling in one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, "I want to ask Sister Hua if she loves me or not?" ”

Hua Ting looked uninterested, and the next second she moved away from the topic, "Now the warehouse on the North Bund is also under my control." ”

"Huh?" Jane also raised an eyebrow.

"When will you do it?" The temperature in the obedient flower dropped suddenly, "Put Bai Qihong to death!" ”

"It's not the time yet."

"When is that time?"

"Don't worry," Jian Yi glanced at her lazily, "But, Mr. Bai is your father, are you really good at it?" ”

"Anyway, he's not my dad."

Jane shrugged.

"It's your father, all of a sudden, such a show." Consider that Madame Jane is still strange and pitiful.

"It doesn't matter, he likes to come and come." Still shrugging, as if he had figured something out.

In fact, the more indifferent he is, the more so-called he is.

Hua Tingting looked at him, he also had pale skin, short ink-colored hair, sideburns on both sides brought out a little hard flavor to the outline, but his facial features showed soft lines, contradictory and charming, and there was a sign of romance at the corners of his mouth when he smiled; Everything seems to have changed nothing, but she was forced to see a little loneliness.

If you don't understand Jian Yi, how can you see through him? This kid's smile is inherently flawless, incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

***

Jian Maosheng's wedding was very lively.

The place is set at the place where they first met - Yinxiang Building, now at 7 o'clock in the evening, the first floor of Yinxiang Building is full of guests, Sanxin Trading Company up to the middle and senior management, down to the bottom of the miscellaneous guys, have come to congratulate him on his birthday, densely packed with a teahouse.

This kind of lively occasion is naturally indispensable to invite prostitutes to come to drink, sit on flowers, and fly to the drunken moon. Jian Maosheng asked people to fill in dozens of bureau tickets, and sent them to various brothels to summon a lot of celebrities out. The girls of Yinxianglou are no exception, and they all come to socialize in fancy clothes.

Today's Nan Xiangyu is even more carefully dressed, and her makeup is not as colorful and charming as other prostitutes. Instead, more attention is paid to the lightness of makeup and the elegance of clothing.

Because it was not suitable to wear a Western-style wedding dress for such an occasion, she wore a goose-yellow silk cheongsam embroidered with a gold flower pattern.

The eyebrows on the face are lightly swept and the fat powder is light and even. With such light makeup and elegant clothes, it is not like a prostitute who has come to the court, nor like a woman who is holding the most important moment of her life, but more like a schoolgirl who has come to a school.

Maybe in such a Yinxiang building with a strong smell of fat powder, Nanxiang Yusheng is better than this innate elegant temperament, and it is this elegance that makes her look different from ordinary prostitutes.

Today's Nanxiangyu scenery is infinite, and she also enjoys the feeling of being noticed by men. A woman's beauty is always proven by men, men don't necessarily say, but if they don't roll their eyes when they see you, that's the best proof. However, when she found that Lu Yu just glanced at her and turned her head back, the feeling of enjoying it suddenly disappeared.

Nan Xiangyu followed Jian Maosheng with a wine glass, respectfully toasting to every guest present, after several heavyweights, when it was Lu Yu's turn, he knew that he usually didn't like to drink, and was about to say that he replaced wine with tea, but before he could speak, he had already politely resigned: "I don't drink, Miss Nan, you don't have to respect me!" ”

At that time, Nan Xiangyu was about to use her own style as a weapon to try to launch the first round of attacks against this man she liked. The style of a prostitute is often inseparable from a merry waist or a spring breeze's rippling breasts. But Nan Xiangyu never disdains to be so explicit and straightforward, she likes to flirt with her eyebrows.

A pair of autumn eyes full of autumn water, two spring mountain light eyebrows, is the best weapon for Nanxiangyu to charm men.

However, before Nan Xiangyu had time to show Lu Yu this moving style, he had already rejected her toast first. Although she still had a smile on her face, that smile had condensed into a frost flower on the winter glass, beautiful and cold.

What made Nan Xiangyu even more uncomfortable was that she was the protagonist today, but Lu Yu's eyes had been on the third table of the entrance, and Hua Ting, who was sitting in the southeast direction.

Although this Miss Bai is good-looking, she lacks a bit of femininity, what does Lu Yu like about her?

Hua Ting set his eyes on Madame Jane.

Tonight, Madame Jane wore an unusually plain dress, and her hair was curled with an old jade hairpin, and there was no other decoration. She stared at Nan Xiangyu intently, her brows furrowed slightly, and there was a little strange hope in her trance.

Hua Ting tilted her head and crashed into Nan Xiangyu's eyes.

She looked up at her, frowned, and shook her head silently and slowly.

Although the amplitude was small, Hua Ting was still slightly surprised.

Jian Yi was rarely silent tonight, he ate the food and pastries on the table, and did not look at Jian Maosheng from beginning to end.

"Hey, why do I think this Nanxiangyu seems to be hostile to me." Hua Ting touched him with her elbow.

Jian Yi looked up and looked for Nan Xiangyu's figure, "Hostility? ”

"I don't know what to say," Hua Ting followed his gaze and picked up a piece of pastry, "something was not quite right with the way she looked at me just now. ”

Smart as Jane, "Because of Lu Yu." He pointed to the direction in which Lu Yu was sitting with the tail of his chopsticks.

"Because of him?" Hua Ting tilted her head and crashed into Lu Yu's line of sight, "It seems that I am not a gossip expert." ”

Jian Maosheng was happy tonight, and after three rounds of drinking, his face turned red, and he looked particularly festive.

Hua Ting really couldn't guess, did he like the child in Nan Xiangyu's belly, or Nan Xiangyu herself?

Looking at Mrs. Bai sitting opposite, thinking of her grandmother Zhao Yiran, if Grandma stayed in Shanghai, Mrs. Bai's fate would probably become the same as Mrs. Jane, right?

Thinking of this, Hua Ting turned his gaze back to Jian Yi's face beside him, thinking that he might have to wear back to the 21st century in the future, and it was impossible for Jian Yi to be a bachelor for a lifetime, not to mention what the purpose was, the incense of the Jian family should always be renewed, right?

I can't help but feel sour.

"See what?" Jane also sensitively took a little extra time to look at her.

"Nothing, eat."

On the table, the tall enamel silver plate is staggered with fresh and full fruits and crystal clear pastries, the tea is the Enshi jade dew of the former imperial tribute, and the tea needles revealed by Bai Hao are like life, Tingting is suspended, and finally falls like jade, settling at the bottom of the cup; Hua Ting was inexplicably sad for a while.

"The day after tomorrow, I will go to Hong Kong with love."

"What?" The cup in Hua Ting's hand trembled slightly, and was firmly held by a hand that poked in from her side.

Jane also put the cup back on the wooden table and repeated it in a flat tone, "I'll go to Hong Kong the day after tomorrow." ”

He said it softly, so light that only she could hear it.

"I'll go too."

"I know."

"Uh......" suddenly realized the embarrassment.

Her gaffe just now was not because he talked about Shi Yinai, but the word "Hong Kong", which reminded her of the extremely stubborn face under the big armor rattan hat.

Chen Shu.

I don't know how he's doing. (To be continued.) )