Xiao Xuyao stopped, put his hand on the doorknob, and looked back at Qian Bolun: "What else do you have to justify?" ”

Seeing the ridicule in the eyes of the private doctor, Qian Bolun touched his nose with some embarrassment: "I'm just talking about things, and I don't mean anything else." ”

At the end, he asked unconvincedly, "Mi Jing is really your eldest niece?" ”

Xiao Xuyao looked at Qian Bolun meaningfully, and smiled slightly: "The old man invited me to see you, and you can't leave nothing at all." You're sick...... Lovesickness! I'll push you a WeChat. ”

Qian Bolun who struggled to keep a smile: "......"

Thank you.

……

……

Looking at the WeChat account called "Looking forward to your dress and well-being" pushed by Xiao Xuyao, Qian Bolun leaned on the sofa and struggled for a long time, and finally clicked on the business card and applied to add friends.

To be honest, he paid special attention to Mi Jing's eyes, beautiful was beautiful, but there was a feeling of being terrified of careful thinking.

Either way, he wanted to ask.

Remember the URL

Qian Bolun waited for Mi Jing to apply through his friend, but the other party didn't respond for a long time.

WeChat doesn't have the function of rejecting friends, so is this something you haven't seen yet, or is it unwilling to add him?

Qian Bolun remembered that he had a note name, and if Mi Jing saw the message, it should have passed. He was so convinced.

But the truth is that Mi Jing doesn't want to go through her friends.

After waiting for another two hours, Qian Bolun added friends again without believing in evil, and added a few more words to the remarks.

[Hello Mi Jing, I'm Qian Bolun.] ］

Outcome.

As a result, the next day, Qian Bolun failed to add friends as he wished.

At that time, a handsome guy slowly typed a question mark.

-

At noon, the National Pavilion.

A beautiful woman in a cheongsam pushed open the door of the box on the fifth floor, and when she got closer, the young man reading the book looked up and shouted, "Auntie." ”

There was also a man beside Yan Yaru, Yan Chiyu couldn't help but be stunned when he saw him, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he glanced at Yan Yaru suspiciously, "He's the new boyfriend you said?" ”

The tone was full of disapproval.

His expression seemed to say that as long as Yan Yaru said yes, he would be able to turn around and leave immediately.

The man who followed Yan Yaru was Wu Yue's cousin Wu Cunxu.

Wu Cunxu smiled back at Yan Chiyu: "Please don't get me wrong, I love my late wife deeply." Ms. Yan and I are not what you think, we are very good friends. ”

Yan Chiyu bowed slightly: "Hmm." Have a seat. ”

"Xiao Yu, I heard Cunxu say that you and his cousin are classmates, and the relationship is not shallow." Yan Yaru just sat down, and her ambiguous gaze fell on Yan Chiyu, "If the two of us are good, you will call her aunt by a lower generation, right?" I guess if you and the little sister of the Wu family are ......."

Yan Yaru is a cheongsam lover, in her thirties, and her figure is extremely graceful and graceful. The cheongsam is on the body, outlining the perfect seductive curves.

Not only is she in good shape, but her face is also good-looking, with the bright atmosphere of a Hong Kong-style beauty in the 80s, and her smile is full of sultry and unconscious charm.

Yan Yaru's words came to an abrupt end, unfinished, but profound.

"Yes."

Yan Chiyu didn't hide it, nodded calmly, and then said: "If the two of you are together, it will definitely be you who break up later." ”

Wu Cunxu thought it was funny: "......" Xiaoyue's friends have such a big temper? But thinking of his purpose, he held back.

Yan Yaru smiled, "Okay." I don't care about you. Eat first. ”

The boy pressed the serving bell, but within two minutes, the waiter pushed the door in.