Chapter Ninety-One: I'm Not His Wife
Just as he was about to continue, Gu Youran suddenly shouted excitedly: "Wow, the hero saves the beauty, this plot is not old-fashioned at any time!" ”
“……”
Qiao Shanxi-hee felt that there seemed to be something not speculative with this girlfriend, so she didn't say much, and planned to hang up the phone, "Okay, don't talk, I'm sleepy, bye!" ”
"Well, I haven't heard it yet, what's going on, hey...... Hey......" The phone hung up.
Qiao Shanxii sat in front of the computer, and Ye Xing's new assistant sent an email to the effect that she would accompany her to a company meeting in three days.
She didn't hesitate to reply yes.
The mail has wings to indicate that it has been delivered.
She closed the computer, closed her eyes and lay on the bed, drifting off to sleep.
For three days, she wandered around the city on a bus in this idyllic place.
Occasionally, she would stop at the door of the boutique and look at the intricate trinkets inside.
Occasionally, she playfully stretched out her arms at the tops of arched bridges.
Not far away, Ye Dang stood on Jiang Haoxiang's side: "Young Master, do you want to go over ......?"
"Not necessarily!" Jiang Haoxiang waved his hand.
In the past few days, Ye Dang has been following Qiao Shanxie like a shadow with his master.
She took the bus, and they followed from a distance in a small car. When she goes to the attractions, they mingle with the tourists and keep an eye on her.
Ye Dang was very puzzled by this kind of behavior, the young master was decisive and quick when dealing with things in the company, even tens of millions of large orders could be decided in an instant.
But why is he so emotionally hesitant.
At the airport, Ye Xing's assistant Xiao A waved at Qiao Shanxi, Qiao Shanxie nodded and smiled, dragging the suitcase through the turnstile with them.
The ticket was booked by Xiao A, because he had to go back a little earlier than expected, so the three of them except Xiao A and Ye Xing sat together, Qiao Shanxie sat in another position, and there was still some distance from them.
Although Ye Xing has been blaming Xiao A for his improper schedule, Qiao Shanxii has been smiling and speaking for Xiao A.
The destination is the same wherever you sit.
Through the hallway, you came to a seat in the corner, which was about the last row of the plane, near the window.
For such an arrangement, Qiao Shanxi-hee is satisfied.
She quietly walked over and sat down, then picked up a magazine on the small table and flipped through it casually.
The magazine has a lot of news about entertainment news, among which the news that Ye Xing won the Best Actress award occupies a slow five pages.
Looking at the photo of Ye Xing, who was a special little girl in her life, Qiao Shanxie only smiled slightly, admiring her for being able to get to this position today.
There was a slight sound when the thick paper was flipped, and a person sat down next to him, and Qiao Shanxi could see the corner of the man's dark blue suit in his spare eye.
The masculine breath of masculinity came to the nostrils.
She didn't look up, moved a little stiffly, and continued to hide her face in the pages.
Until, a flight attendant with exquisite makeup wore high heels and walked elegantly next to her seat: "Sir, do you want tea or coffee?" ”
The man next to him seemed to shake his head and didn't speak.
The stewardess smiled and continued to look patiently at Qiao Shanxi, who was sitting inside: "Then do you need a cup of coffee or tea for your wife?" ”
When Qiao Shanxii heard this, he couldn't help but raise his head in embarrassment: "I'm not!" ”