Chapter Eighty-Six: Watching the Game

[My mother likes to drink Longjing and let the people in the hotel make a pot. 】

[My mother may ask your family what they think of me, and you say that their opinion is not the most important, but your opinion is important. It can be a little bit more than what they are satisfied with, and the rest is needless to say. 】

[Also, if you ask how we met.] Let's just say that friends got together and met. The newspaper says that you have a soft spot for me, so I wronged you to be a suitor. 】

[Also,]

Fu Jingting flipped through them one by one, she was afraid that she would use it to send messages to him along the way, so she couldn't help but reply, "No need to have it, I'll look at it." How can you be worthy of your valuable sexy lingerie. ”

Xu Qingcheng's face was hot.

"So busy? Constant information? Zhao Lan tilted her head to look.

Xu Qingcheng was so frightened that he hid his phone, "No." It was Jing Ting, he said he had arrived and was waiting for us at the door of the hotel. ”

"Don't wait, let him go up, his identity is too eye-catching, it's not good." Zhao Lan patted her hand.

"Let him wait, that's what he's supposed to do." Xu Qingcheng Nunu's mouth was a little shy.

But it's really inappropriate to think about it, so I'd better send him a message and say, otherwise you should go to the private room, so as not to be photographed, keep a low profile.

He replied with a yes and never spoke again.

Zhao Lan looked at her and smiled.

"The last time I went to Ye's house with you, I didn't see you sitting on pins and needles like this, because I was afraid that I wouldn't want to?"

"Like pins and needles? Have it? Xu Qingcheng smiled, "It's not an official meeting with my parents, and our relationship hasn't reached that time, what am I nervous about?" ”

"yes, what are you nervous about?" Zhao Lan's voice softened.

Xu Tingcheng wanted to say that she was afraid of goofs.

But in fact, she could only talk about him left and right, and the result of not daring to tell the truth was that she wanted to explain, and Zhao Lan wanted to feel that this child was interested.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't argue, so he had to pretend to be stupid.

The car arrived.

Xu Tingcheng pushed the car door and got out of the car, and saw that Fu Jingting was already standing at the door and helped Zhao Lan pull the car door.

When Xu Tingcheng got out of the car, he heard him shout, "Auntie." ”

The voice was as low and nice as ever, but it seemed to have a little more respect.

He wore a black suit and a white shirt, clean and neat, energetic, and polite.

Zhao Lan nodded, as if satisfied.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the traffic jam to be so serious, we should have left earlier, so you have to wait." Zhao Lan apologized, her voice was neither humble nor arrogant, with the arrogance and gentleness of a scholarly family.

"Where, please." Fu Jingting made a leading move.

Zhao Lan stepped forward.

Xu Qingcheng hurriedly stood beside Fu Jingting and joined him.

The place he chose is really good, antique, and the landscape is realistic, which is really the style that Zhao Lan likes.

Entering the room, Xu Qingcheng took off her shawl jacket and let the waiter hang up, and before Fu Jingting sat down, she pulled his hand and had something to say to him.

The man turned around, his eyes fell into her appearance, and a touch of amazement was pressed deep by him at the bottom of the pool.

Xu Qingcheng's clothes were chosen by Zhao Lan, wearing a white embroidered cheongsam, which outlined the woman's figure perfectly.

She braided her hair, embellished her jewelry with patterns, she painted light makeup, and her eyes were sharp and bewitching, so simply fresh and refined.

His mother also often wears cheongsam, but Zhong Wanxiu is everyone's best girl, and her daily words and deeds always match her clothes.

Xu is used to it, and he doesn't feel any different.

But Xu Tingcheng always gave him the feeling of being gorgeous and flamboyant, she suddenly restrained the color, so elegant and poetic, he also felt that it was good-looking.

Very nice to see.

Zhao Lan said that a truly elegant woman can see clearly when she wears a cheongsam, but Xu Qingcheng actually doesn't like it very much, because the cheongsam with a full placket has a particularly high slit underneath, and it is always inconvenient to walk.