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Qiao Weihuan left the Palace of Westminster and rushed back to Manchester without stopping.

Uncle Zhong's car drove very steadily, but the speed was not slow. He saw in the rearview mirror that Qiao Weihuan was looking out of the car window, with a small curvature on the side of his mouth.

Uncle Zhong relaxed his old face and said, "Young lady, there are still a lot of people going to the manor recently. ”

Qiao Weihuan relieved herself, leaned on the back of the chair and stretched her waist, "Just block it back." ”

He Zhengxiao returned to the manor from the hospital, and the nobles who were about to explode rushed over, intending to ask in detail about giving up the title, but unfortunately they were all blocked by He Zhengxiao's people for only one reason: Mr. needs to recuperate, and it is not suitable to meet guests.

He Zhengxiao, who was recuperating, lay lazily on the recliner with his long straight legs folded, and listened to the person standing in the study: "What the queen means is that it depends on your physical condition, and it is best to wait until you are cured before starting." ”

There was a noise outside, and He Zhengxiao's gaze fell from the window and landed on the open manor gate, and a car was slowly driving from outside.

The man in the formal suit didn't hear the answer, he looked at it suspiciously, and saw He Zhengxiao raise his hand, which means that he can see him again?

Obviously, he just started talking!

The man was full of question marks, and he lowered his eyes and left. When he went downstairs, he happened to see Qiao Weihuan come in, and immediately bent down respectfully: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan had just changed his shoes, looked at it, didn't know him, and nodded politely to the other party. When the man left, Qiao Weihuan asked the servant next to him: "Is he in the study?" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Qiao Wei walked up the steps happily, and with each floor, the corners of his mouth would bend a few points.

The door of the study was open, and Qiao Weihuan pretended to knock. He Zhengxiao tilted his head slightly, and suddenly saw her dark and clear eyes.

The middle of winter in Manchester is approaching, and she is already smiling with spring flowers in her eyes.

However, Qiao Weihuan was still stiff-skinned, and asked seriously: "Teacher He, are you okay with your old health?" ”

He Zhengxiao stretched his finger in her direction: "Come here." ”

Qiao Weihuan raised her feet and went in, took off her scarf as she walked, and asked him with slanted eyes: "Can you get out of bed, can you move now?" ”

As early as Uncle Zhong, I knew that He Zhengxiao's recovery was very good, and now that she asked this, she was obviously not well-intentioned.

Taking advantage of the fact that he can't use his hands and feet thoroughly, he is ready to bully back.

He Zhengxiao slowly pillowed his arm, seeing that she was pinching her fingers secretly, and she didn't break them, "What?" ”

Qiao Weihuan pulled a chair and sat next to him, up and down on him, and then quickly reached out to poke his narrow waist, making the man's chest suddenly tense.

He Zhengxiao: "......"

He was really amused, and before Qiao Weihuan had time to stop, his big hand grabbed her slender wrist and pressed the person on the empty part of the recliner, and just as he was about to lean over, the crisp "grunt" in her stomach resounded throughout the study.

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

The tips of his ears turned red in vain, and Qiao Weihuan licked his lips in embarrassment, "I...... Let's go have a meal first. ”

After speaking, he yelled and broke away from He Zhengxiao's hand, quickly left the study, and closed the door with his hand.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and it's hard to get some warmth, and I'm scattered by her "grunt".

Qiao Weihuan patted her stomach lightly, rummaged through the kitchen, didn't see a ready-made meal, and asked the maid, "Didn't you make lunch?" ”

"My husband has been eating lunch lately late, usually at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and we haven't started cooking it yet. If Madame wants to eat, we will prepare it now. ”

Qiao Weihuan glanced at the big grandfather clock in the living room, it was already one o'clock, she waved her hand, "Forget it, I'll come in person." ”

Taking off the hair band on his wrist, tying his hair and rolling up his sleeves, and then carefully washing his hands, Qiao Weihuan began to toss the kitchen. Thinking about what to do, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but think of the original dark cuisine, and Qiao Weihuan wanted to laugh.

The jingle downstairs with a gradually overflowing aroma wafted very clearly upstairs.

He Zhengxiao closed his eyes slowly, the corners of his lips curled, and he laughed slowly.

Qiao Weihuan finally went up with two plates of fried rice, she pushed it under He Zhengxiao's nose, and swore and said, "Try it, it must be much better than last time." ”

In her fixed eyes, He Zhengxiao slowly scooped a spoonful of fried rice.

Without the title, he got a rare peace, and Qiao Weihuan didn't know if it was good or bad.

After eating, the maid came in and took away the empty plate, and Qiao Weihuan went out to answer the phone.

Han Yirou moss was halfway through her research, and she was not needed for follow-up work, so she was ready to come over to see Qiao Weihuan. She acted quickly, finalized the time with Qiao Weihuan, and turned around and got on the plane.

Manchester Airport.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car, lowered half of the window, and shouted to the figure who had just come out of the airport: "Meat!" ”

Han Yirou was empty-handed, looking around. Hearing the voice, she first smiled, and before she could speak, the person behind her had already shouted one step ahead of her: "Sister! ”

Qiao Weihuan took off her sunglasses in surprise, and looked at the figure that came out of Han Yirou's back, it was really Fu Minglang.

A few days ago, Fu Minglang called and said that the foundation was on the right track, and the follow-up operation was quite smooth. Fang Shuyu, who didn't have much to do, was arguing and idle, and she was worried about being reduced her salary when she had nothing to do, Qiao Weihuan simply gave Fang Shuyu and Fu Minglang a few days off, which magnified her worries infinitely.

At that time, Fu Minglang said that he wanted to go out to play, but he didn't expect to come to Manchester.

Fu Minglang dragged the two suitcases, walked over quickly, stuffed the luggage into the trunk, and was not idle: "Sister, everything is fine in City B, how are you doing?" ”

"It's okay. Fang Shuyu also went out to play, or was she in City B? ”

"Sister Fang and Team Liang have traveled to the south."

Qiao Weihuan was a little confused, "Huh? ”

"It seems that Brother Xu also chased after him, the last time I talked to Sister Fang on the phone, I heard Brother Xu's voice."

“……”

What's the situation??

Fu Minglang closed the trunk and asked Qiao Weihuan: "Sister, I'll open it." ”

Qiao Weihuan eased up a little from Fang Shuyu's threesome, and said with a smile: "Do you know the road?" There's no navigation in this car, so come on. ”

Fu Minglang didn't say anything, seeing that Han Yirou had already opened the co-pilot's door, he sat in the back compartment.

Han Yirou fastened his seat belt with a complicated expression, looked up again, caught a glimpse of Qiao Weihuan's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, "Huan'er, why do you look at me like this?" ”

Qiao Weihuan pinched her face, "Dealing with moss every day, I see if you have any hair?" ”

Being so close, Han Yirou could really smell the sweetness emanating from Qiao Weihuan's body.

It seems that Huan'er's love road is finally not bumpy, it's great......

Han Yirou pulled the claws on her face and glared at Qiao Weihuan: "You know how to bully me, go quickly!" ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his wrist and started the car with a smile.

Demville has a hotel in the city center, Qiao Weihuan booked a room for Han Yirou there, after all, she is still very busy, she has to start various family industries recently, and when she has no time to accompany her, Han Yirou can also come out and walk around.

When the three of them arrived at the hotel, Qiao Weihuan instructed the front desk to prepare another room, and then took them to the neighborhood for a light meal.

Through the transparent glass window, Qiao Weihuan swept his eyes casually, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Diagonally opposite the restaurant is a very quaint old shop, the small sign does not know how much wind and rain it has passed, and the words on it are almost pasted, and I can't tell why. However, in the clear window, large and small things are scattered, and it can be seen at a glance that it is an antique seller.

Qiao Weihuan wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, "You eat first, I'll go buy something." ”

Dense raindrops fell over Manchester, Qiao Weihuan borrowed an umbrella from the waiter, and walked into the rain curtain in a blink of an eye.

Fu Minglang put down the fork, and his clear eyes tirelessly chased the back, watching her put away her umbrella and enter the store.

“…… Little bright. ”

Fu Minglang quickly put away the emotion in his eyes, "What's wrong, Sister Han?" ”

Han Yirou's lips trembled a little, "Do you like Huan'er?" ”

Fu Minglang was stunned for a moment, then rubbed the back of his head with a bitter face, "Sister Han, don't make fun of me." ”

Han Yirou clenched the napkin in her hand, only to feel that even her heart was hurt by herself.

"Xiao Minglang, don't lie to me, I found out a long time ago that you look at Huan'er differently...... Huan'er has a boyfriend now, she doesn't know, and when she knows, how do you let her face you? ”

Han Yirou wanted Qiao Weihuan to live well more than anyone else, but she understood that if Qiao Weihuan found out Fu Minglang's thoughts, the most uncomfortable person would become Fu Minglang, because Qiao Weihuan would definitely avoid him.

Fu Minglang forked the steak on his plate to Han Yirou's plate, laughed again in a blink of an eye, and pointed at the right arm that was not moving with the fork, "Sister Han, I really don't have that mind, I'm like this......"

What qualifications does he have in this way, and Xiao wants anything that doesn't belong to him?

I didn't dare to think about it before, but now I can't think about it.

It's just that the undeclared "like" is more than one.

If you miss the moment you should have said, there is no need to say it again.

Han Yirou's face gradually turned pale, she picked up the ice water on the table and poured it into her mouth fiercely. The water seemed to be drunk in her eyes, and it took a lot of effort for her to keep it from falling out.

"I ...... Go to the bathroom......"

Han Yirou pulled out the chair, went to the bathroom with weak feet, and almost bumped into the waiter in a panic, "Are you okay?" ”

Han Yirou shook her head, "......Where is the bathroom?"

The waiter saw that her face was not good, and deliberately helped Han Yirou over.

When Han Yirou was completely out of sight, Fu Minglang lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palm.

The slightly bulging trouser pocket was scraped off, and something fell out of it, and the slight sound made Fu Minglang wake up suddenly. He bent down to pick it up, deliberately opened it and looked at it, making sure it was okay before putting it back in his trouser pocket.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

Qiao Weihuan left the Palace of Westminster and rushed back to Manchester without stopping.

Uncle Zhong's car drove very steadily, but the speed was not slow. He saw in the rearview mirror that Qiao Weihuan was looking out of the car window, with a small curvature on the side of his mouth.

Uncle Zhong relaxed his old face and said, "Young lady, there are still a lot of people going to the manor recently. ”

Qiao Weihuan relieved herself, leaned on the back of the chair and stretched her waist, "Just block it back." ”

He Zhengxiao returned to the manor from the hospital, and the nobles who were about to explode rushed over, intending to ask in detail about giving up the title, but unfortunately they were all blocked by He Zhengxiao's people for only one reason: Mr. needs to recuperate, and it is not suitable to meet guests.

He Zhengxiao, who was recuperating, lay lazily on the recliner with his long straight legs folded, and listened to the person standing in the study: "What the queen means is that it depends on your physical condition, and it is best to wait until you are cured before starting." ”

There was a noise outside, and He Zhengxiao's gaze fell from the window and landed on the open manor gate, and a car was slowly driving from outside.

The man in the formal suit didn't hear the answer, he looked at it suspiciously, and saw He Zhengxiao raise his hand, which means that he can see him again?

Obviously, he just started talking!

The man was full of question marks, and he lowered his eyes and left. When he went downstairs, he happened to see Qiao Weihuan come in, and immediately bent down respectfully: "Madam." ”

Qiao Weihuan had just changed his shoes, looked at it, didn't know him, and nodded politely to the other party. When the man left, Qiao Weihuan asked the servant next to him: "Is he in the study?" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Qiao Wei walked up the steps happily, and with each floor, the corners of his mouth would bend a few points.

The door of the study was open, and Qiao Weihuan pretended to knock. He Zhengxiao tilted his head slightly, and suddenly saw her dark and clear eyes.

The middle of winter in Manchester is approaching, and she is already smiling with spring flowers in her eyes.

However, Qiao Weihuan was still stiff-skinned, and asked seriously: "Teacher He, are you okay with your old health?" ”

He Zhengxiao stretched his finger in her direction: "Come here." ”

Qiao Weihuan raised her feet and went in, took off her scarf as she walked, and asked him with slanted eyes: "Can you get out of bed, can you move now?" ”

As early as Uncle Zhong, I knew that He Zhengxiao's recovery was very good, and now that she asked this, she was obviously not well-intentioned.

Taking advantage of the fact that he can't use his hands and feet thoroughly, he is ready to bully back.

He Zhengxiao slowly pillowed his arm, seeing that she was pinching her fingers secretly, and she didn't break them, "What?" ”

Qiao Weihuan pulled a chair and sat next to him, up and down on him, and then quickly reached out to poke his narrow waist, making the man's chest suddenly tense.

He Zhengxiao: "......"

He was really amused, and before Qiao Weihuan had time to stop, his big hand grabbed her slender wrist and pressed the person on the empty part of the recliner, and just as he was about to lean over, the crisp "grunt" in her stomach resounded throughout the study.

Qiao Weihuan: "......"

The tips of his ears turned red in vain, and Qiao Weihuan licked his lips in embarrassment, "I...... Let's go have a meal first. ”

After speaking, he yelled and broke away from He Zhengxiao's hand, quickly left the study, and closed the door with his hand.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and it's hard to get some warmth, and I'm scattered by her "grunt".

Qiao Weihuan patted her stomach lightly, rummaged through the kitchen, didn't see a ready-made meal, and asked the maid, "Didn't you make lunch?" ”

"My husband has been eating lunch lately late, usually at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and we haven't started cooking it yet. If Madame wants to eat, we will prepare it now. ”

Qiao Weihuan glanced at the big grandfather clock in the living room, it was already one o'clock, she waved her hand, "Forget it, I'll come in person." ”

Taking off the hair band on his wrist, tying his hair and rolling up his sleeves, and then carefully washing his hands, Qiao Weihuan began to toss the kitchen. Thinking about what to do, Qiao Weihuan couldn't help but think of the original dark cuisine, and Qiao Weihuan wanted to laugh.

The jingle downstairs with a gradually overflowing aroma wafted very clearly upstairs.

He Zhengxiao closed his eyes slowly, the corners of his lips curled, and he laughed slowly.

Qiao Weihuan finally went up with two plates of fried rice, she pushed it under He Zhengxiao's nose, and swore and said, "Try it, it must be much better than last time." ”

In her fixed eyes, He Zhengxiao slowly scooped a spoonful of fried rice.

Without the title, he got a rare peace, and Qiao Weihuan didn't know if it was good or bad.

After eating, the maid came in and took away the empty plate, and Qiao Weihuan went out to answer the phone.

Han Yirou moss was halfway through her research, and she was not needed for follow-up work, so she was ready to come over to see Qiao Weihuan. She acted quickly, finalized the time with Qiao Weihuan, and turned around and got on the plane.

Manchester Airport.

Qiao Weihuan parked the car, lowered half of the window, and shouted to the figure who had just come out of the airport: "Meat!" ”

Han Yirou was empty-handed, looking around. Hearing the voice, she first smiled, and before she could speak, the person behind her had already shouted one step ahead of her: "Sister! ”

Qiao Weihuan took off her sunglasses in surprise, and looked at the figure that came out of Han Yirou's back, it was really Fu Minglang.

A few days ago, Fu Minglang called and said that the foundation was on the right track, and the follow-up operation was quite smooth. Fang Shuyu, who didn't have much to do, was arguing and idle, and she was worried about being reduced her salary when she had nothing to do, Qiao Weihuan simply gave Fang Shuyu and Fu Minglang a few days off, which magnified her worries infinitely.

At that time, Fu Minglang said that he wanted to go out to play, but he didn't expect to come to Manchester.

Fu Minglang dragged the two suitcases, walked over quickly, stuffed the luggage into the trunk, and was not idle: "Sister, everything is fine in City B, how are you doing?" ”

"It's okay. Fang Shuyu also went out to play, or was she in City B? ”

"Sister Fang and Team Liang have traveled to the south."

Qiao Weihuan was a little confused, "Huh? ”

"It seems that Brother Xu also chased after him, the last time I talked to Sister Fang on the phone, I heard Brother Xu's voice."

“……”

What's the situation??

Fu Minglang closed the trunk and asked Qiao Weihuan: "Sister, I'll open it." ”

Qiao Weihuan eased up a little from Fang Shuyu's threesome, and said with a smile: "Do you know the road?" There's no navigation in this car, so come on. ”

Fu Minglang didn't say anything, seeing that Han Yirou had already opened the co-pilot's door, he sat in the back compartment.

Han Yirou fastened his seat belt with a complicated expression, looked up again, caught a glimpse of Qiao Weihuan's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, "Huan'er, why do you look at me like this?" ”

Qiao Weihuan pinched her face, "Dealing with moss every day, I see if you have any hair?" ”

Being so close, Han Yirou could really smell the sweetness emanating from Qiao Weihuan's body.

It seems that Huan'er's love road is finally not bumpy, it's great......

Han Yirou pulled the claws on her face and glared at Qiao Weihuan: "You know how to bully me, go quickly!" ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his wrist and started the car with a smile.

Demville has a hotel in the city center, Qiao Weihuan booked a room for Han Yirou there, after all, she is still very busy, she has to start various family industries recently, and when she has no time to accompany her, Han Yirou can also come out and walk around.

When the three of them arrived at the hotel, Qiao Weihuan instructed the front desk to prepare another room, and then took them to the neighborhood for a light meal.

Through the transparent glass window, Qiao Weihuan swept his eyes casually, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Diagonally opposite the restaurant is a very quaint old shop, the small sign does not know how much wind and rain it has passed, and the words on it are almost pasted, and I can't tell why. However, in the clear window, large and small things are scattered, and it can be seen at a glance that it is an antique seller.

Qiao Weihuan wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, "You eat first, I'll go buy something." ”

Dense raindrops fell over Manchester, Qiao Weihuan borrowed an umbrella from the waiter, and walked into the rain curtain in a blink of an eye.

Fu Minglang put down the fork, and his clear eyes tirelessly chased the back, watching her put away her umbrella and enter the store.

“…… Little bright. ”

Fu Minglang quickly put away the emotion in his eyes, "What's wrong, Sister Han?" ”

Han Yirou's lips trembled a little, "Do you like Huan'er?" ”

Fu Minglang was stunned for a moment, then rubbed the back of his head with a bitter face, "Sister Han, don't make fun of me." ”

Han Yirou clenched the napkin in her hand, only to feel that even her heart was hurt by herself.

"Xiao Minglang, don't lie to me, I found out a long time ago that you look at Huan'er differently...... Huan'er has a boyfriend now, she doesn't know, and when she knows, how do you let her face you? ”

Han Yirou wanted Qiao Weihuan to live well more than anyone else, but she understood that if Qiao Weihuan found out Fu Minglang's thoughts, the most uncomfortable person would become Fu Minglang, because Qiao Weihuan would definitely avoid him.

Fu Minglang forked the steak on his plate to Han Yirou's plate, laughed again in a blink of an eye, and pointed at the right arm that was not moving with the fork, "Sister Han, I really don't have that mind, I'm like this......"

What qualifications does he have in this way, and Xiao wants anything that doesn't belong to him?

I didn't dare to think about it before, but now I can't think about it.

It's just that the undeclared "like" is more than one.

If you miss the moment you should have said, there is no need to say it again.

Han Yirou's face gradually turned pale, she picked up the ice water on the table and poured it into her mouth fiercely. The water seemed to be drunk in her eyes, and it took a lot of effort for her to keep it from falling out.

"I ...... Go to the bathroom......"

Han Yirou pulled out the chair, went to the bathroom with weak feet, and almost bumped into the waiter in a panic, "Are you okay?" ”

Han Yirou shook her head, "......Where is the bathroom?"

The waiter saw that her face was not good, and deliberately helped Han Yirou over.

When Han Yirou was completely out of sight, Fu Minglang lowered his head and covered his eyes with his palm.

The slightly bulging trouser pocket was scraped off, and something fell out of it, and the slight sound made Fu Minglang wake up suddenly. He bent down to pick it up, deliberately opened it and looked at it, making sure it was okay before putting it back in his trouser pocket.

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