Chapter 73 is still thinking about Qiao Wei

"I'll fly back tonight." Joe replied in an unquestioning tone.

She hung up the phone and immediately asked Yuan Bao to ask Song Yuan for leave, anyway, Song Yuan didn't plan to film her scene for the time being, she must go back.

Song Yuan heard that Qiao was leaving the crew, and when the scene in hand was finished, he immediately rushed back to the hotel.

However, by the time he arrived, Joe was gone and his phone was turned off.

"Did she tell you where she went?" Song Yuan anxiously asked Yuanbao.

Yuan Bao replied helplessly: "She didn't let me help with the ticket, she left when I went to look for you, and I didn't know where she went, so I said that someone at home had an accident and had to go back, and I didn't say how many days I asked for leave." ”

Song Yuan walked around anxiously in the same place, and in desperation, he opened the mobile phone address book and stared at Li Yeting's number.

......

Li family.

"Why didn't the Yiren come?" It's past seven o'clock, Joey hasn't appeared yet, and no one answered the phone, so Old Man Li directly called Li Yeting to go to the study alone, and asked in a deep voice.

"Hurt." Li Yeting replied lightly.

"Hurt? Why haven't I heard you say that before? Old Man Li couldn't help frowning, and asked nervously: "Is it serious?" ”

"It's not very serious, I went to the hospital for a checkup." Li Yeting replied absentmindedly.

As he spoke, he looked out the window.

"Then you should have told me earlier, originally Yiren was the most important guest tonight, and she was the protagonist!" Seeing that Li Yeting didn't seem to listen to his words at all, the old man couldn't help but slap the table hard.

Li Yeting retracted his gaze and looked at Old Man Li.

"I never said I wanted to marry her. Always give the Qiao family such fantasies, isn't it good? He asked softly.

The old man was silent for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "You still think about Qiao only in your heart, right?" ”

"It's my birthday, and I don't want to talk too much." Li Yeting was a little impatient and replied in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the old man overturned the tea case in front of him: "If she could have a little conscience, she would not be where she is today!! ”

The hot tea was poured on the placket of Li Yeting's clothes, and the teacups and teapots fell apart, and they were in a mess.

"Old man......" The housekeeper of the Li family on the side was frightened, and then wanted to come forward to persuade him.

"Get out of here!!" The old man did not wait for the butler to speak, and pointed to the door of the room and shouted loudly.

Li Yeting took a deep breath, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, stepped forward, handed it to the old man, and said softly: "The old man is careful with his hands, it's not worth it to be angry." ”

"Also, I'll say it again, it's New Year's birthday, no matter what, it's good for him to be happy."

With that, he turned and left the room.

"Go and tell today's guests that the banquet has been rescheduled, please come back first!" As soon as Li Yeting went out on the front foot, the old man Li on the back foot said angrily: "If Yiren doesn't come, this birthday banquet will be boring!" ”

But what the second master said was right, today is the little master's birthday, and he ......, "The housekeeper is embarrassed."

"In the future, the Night Court will have its own children with the Yiren!" Old man Li said word by word, and said in a deep voice.

In the corridor, Li Yeting listened to the old man's roar and pursed the corners of his mouth mockingly.

In the hearts of the Li family, the status of the year is always an illegitimate child.

But in any case, Li Siqiao is his own flesh and blood of Li Yeting, and the favor he gave Li Siqiao is the child's confidence in the Li family.

In this life, he will not have a second child.

The guests dispersed in twos and threes, and Li Yeting stood in front of the study window, looking at the back door downstairs, a small figure was sitting on the steps, holding his chin and cheeks, looking at the direction of the road with an expectant face.