Tang Mengqing was a little stunned, and then realized that she had already leaked her mouth, her little face was as white as white paper, and it was unspeakably ugly.

In the end, it is a teenage girl, no matter how powerful her mother and sister are, her age and temperament are still there, and under Su Qianci's aura, she has collapsed.

Hearing Li Weiya's words, Tang Mengqing quickly became anxious and hurriedly explained: "How is it possible, Yaya, don't listen to her!" I didn't! ”

However, although Li Weiya is simple, she is not stupid at all.

Tang Mengqing's words just now were tantamount to acquiescence.

Now her explanation can't build a little trust.

Seeing her friend's obviously disbelieving expression, Tang Mengqing felt that she had no face to stay any longer, glared at Su Qianci hatefully, and turned her head and ran away with red eyes.

Li Weiya glanced at Su Qianci apologetically, and quickly chased in the direction of Tang Mengqing.

"Hey, you haven't paid yet!" The stall owner caught up and shouted.

"Count it with us, here." Lu Yihan said and quickly paid the bill.

"I'll send you back, it's not too early, I'll drive more conveniently."

"No need, I'll just take a taxi back by myself."

"It's okay, come up, I'll drop by anyway."

Su Qianci looked at the time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, almost nine o'clock in the evening.

In Cannes, it's not too late, but it's still a bit difficult to get a taxi here.

After thinking about it, Su Qianci nodded: "Okay, then I'll trouble you." ”

The expression on Lu Yihan's face relaxed, and he gentlemanly helped Su Qianci open the co-pilot's door.

It's just that before Su Qianci could sit down, he heard a whistle not far away.

Su Qianci looked over, it was Li Sicheng's black Maybach.

Low-key, restrained, but unusually flamboyant.

Xiao Yang's driver rolled down the window and said through the co-pilot, "Madam, Mr. is here to let me pick you up." ”

Su Qianci's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, and said, "He asked you to come?" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Su Qianci felt even more strange.

When did Li Sicheng start to care so much about himself? If it were in his previous life, he would like to die quickly, and he would not care where she went, let alone send someone to pick him up.

In this life, there are too many different things.

Thinking about it, Su Qianci didn't refuse, and looked at Lu Yihan apologetically: "You go back, I'll let Xiao Yang send me back." ”

"Okay." Lu Yihan was a little worried, and thought of the rumors about Li Sicheng's dictatorship, and said, "But ...... It should be all right, right? ”

He was afraid that he would be caused unnecessary trouble by Su Qianci, after all, the little girl surnamed Tang just now didn't speak very well.

And combined with that phone call just now, it's really worrying.

"It's okay," Su Qianci gave him a reassuring smile, "I have a political marriage with him, and he never cares about me." ”

Hearing this, Lu Yihan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, then you be careful." ”

Su Qianci nodded, and had already opened the door of the back seat.

It's just that as soon as the door opened, I was startled.

The dim light of the back seat, scattered and lazy, hit the body of a tall figure, casting a soft light, like a god, noble and inviolable.

Li Sicheng's eyes were half-closed, leaning back on the leather seat, and there was an indescribable aura all over his body.

Cold, dangerous!

Su Qianci retreated vigilantly, but saw him open his eyes suddenly, and reached out and dragged her in......