Ning Qiuhan looked at her phone, this woman actually dared to hang up on her! Ning Qiuhan's old face showed a few thicker wrinkles, and he gritted his teeth and continued to dial, Ling Qingyu let the phone ring and vibrate, but he completely ignored it.

Yin Jiachen came back in a dusty body, and saw Ling Qingyu's petite back, her eyes were in the distance and she didn't know what she was thinking, and she deliberately ignored the mobile phone on the side when it rang so loudly.

He frowned, then bent down to answer the phone, and a woman's vicious scolding came from the other side: "Little rabbit, do you think it's okay if you don't answer my phone?" Yes! You think it's great if you marry Yin Jiachen, right? How dare you hang up my phone, don't you know that you are an abandoned woman at most? Yin Jiachen is just playing with you......" The more he listened, the darker Yin Jiachen's face became.

Ling Qingyu felt strange, why didn't the phone ring, and subconsciously turned around to look over, and actually saw the man she hadn't seen for a few days, and he was answering her call.

Maybe Ning Qiuhan was too excited, and she didn't have a mobile phone to amplify her voice, and she could actually hear some of Ning Qiuhan's words, it seems that her emotions are not ordinary!

Ling Qingyu continued, and he could imagine Ning Qiuhan's image of a shrew spitting in the ground.

She didn't know what to do when she was there for a while, Yin Jiachen's eyes met her, and the abuse of Ling Qingyu kept coming from his ears, and the little woman not far away looked so weak.

Finally, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to have scolded enough, and paused to swallow his saliva, "Hey, are you talking?" Dead? ”

Then Ling Qingyu saw Yin Jiachen in a straight suit, his face was dark, his eyes were deep, and finally the corners of his mouth were pulled, and his eyes were still staring at Ling Qingyu.

"Auntie, it's me." Just four simple words, there was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone, and Yin Jiachen recklessly turned off the phone and threw it out.

Ling Qingyu didn't know what Ning Qiuhan was talking about, but she knew that Ning Qiuhan must curse her. And these unbearable grievances in the depths of her heart were directly known by Yin Jiachen, and her lips tightened when she thought of this.

Yin Jiachen watched Ling Qingyu look away from him, Ning Qiuhan's words were still echoing in his mind, and he suddenly wanted to vent his anger for her, and he was inexplicably distressed.

He knew that Ning Qiuhan was at least not very sincere to her, but he didn't expect that Ning Qiuhan could directly insult her like this, there was a bit of an elder who was a mother, even if it was just a stepmother.

Ling Qingyu has always disliked exposing these fragility and unbearable in front of others, let alone the man in front of her, she felt a little uncomfortable, but she still tried her best to squeeze out an indifferent smile on her face: "You, are you back?" ”

She changed the topic, Yin Jiachen understood that he didn't ask any questions, and nodded lightly.

And Ning Qiuhan on the other side of the phone was a little stupid, her mouth was wide open, her arms were still raised in her hands, her pupils were dilated, and people who didn't know thought she was a ghost.

Ling Ziyu happened to come down from upstairs and saw his Mu Ping's appearance, and hurriedly ran over and asked, "Mom?" What happened to you? How, how so? She lacked words and couldn't describe Ning Qiuhan's funny scenes.

"Oh my God! What have I done? Is it really Yin Jiachen? Ling Qingyu, this woman, is really vicious! When it comes to the words Ling Qingyu and Yin Jiachen, Ling Ziyu is even more sensitive.

"Mom? What's wrong? ”

"Not much, but Ling Qingyu, this woman is unfathomable! Now you're going to play tricks with me, huh! Wait for me! And her mother a virtue! When he said this, Ning Qiuhan's heart was filled with unbalanced evil anger.

……

"Come with me to a banquet in the evening." In a commanding tone, he took off his blazer and walked to the bathroom.

"Uh-huh." Ling Qingyu vaguely knew that it should be the mid-year party of the major families. Looking at the back of Yin Jiachen disappearing into the bathroom door, she then walked to the mobile phone, pressed the screen and found that it was turned off.

In the state of turning on and continuing to keep the phone off, she still didn't turn it on, thinking of the mid-year party that Yin Jiachen said, she couldn't dress too shabby!

Opened the wardrobe door, there were a lot of clothes that Yin Jiachen had bought for her but had not unpacked them, her eyes searched through the piles of clothes, and she was in trouble.

After struggling for a long time, he still didn't choose it, until the door of the bathroom opened, Ling Qingyu quickly cleaned up, closed the wardrobe door and pretended to have nothing to do, looking at the fashion magazine in his hand.

Yin Jiachen opened the bathroom door and came out refreshed, and seemed to wash away the exhaustion when he came back.

He glanced at Ling Qingyu casually, and then took a keen look at the wardrobe, the door was not closed, and there were some traces on the ground, Yin Jiachen's faint smile floated on the corner of his mouth.

He walked to the bed and fell asleep, not paying much attention to Ling Qingyu, feeling that the crisis had passed, Ling Qingyu raised his head from the magazine and looked at the big man on the bed, who had long hands and feet that occupied more than half of the bed.

Just when Ling Qingyu thought he was asleep, Yin Jiachen closed his eyes and said, "Someone will come to style and prepare clothes for you in a while, don't worry." ”

"Hmm? Oh. A few tone words indicate her mood at the moment, a little uncertain, feeling that her previous behavior of choosing clothes is a bit funny.

Who is Yin Jiachen, how could he take me out and lose his face? It's just too much to worry about.

Sure enough, soon after, the preparers should have arrived in the hall, Yin Jiachen was still asleep, and he didn't know if he really slept or closed his eyes to recuperate.

She put down the book in her hand and went downstairs to make a fake face.

As soon as she tossed and turned, Ling Qingyu's tears were about to fall, her hair was pulled and painful, and her clothes were strangled and her waist was about to break, and sure enough, beauty comes at a price!

In the end, the so-called stylist and makeup artist who called the profile looked at Ling Qingyu in the mirror with satisfaction, and everything was very satisfied, except that the woman in the mirror had been deeply locked in her eyebrows.

"Young lady, you are so beautiful, the young master will definitely be moved to death when he sees it, hehe, hehehaha." The stylist on one side is a sissy, squirming and talking.

Although Ling Qingyu said that there was no discrimination, there were still some goosebumps in his heart.

In the mirror, she is wearing a Chinese cheongsam that combines European and American elements, the slit of the skirt just exposes two days of snow-white tender legs, coupled with the ink-like hair, and the pink and red lips on her small face, like a living elf fairy.

Ling Qingyu looked at herself in the mirror, turned her body slightly, looking at these shapes on her body, she was indeed quite good-looking, and she felt like a different person.

Another sycophant comes on: "That's right! I will say that the young lady was born with this temperament, noble and cold, and she does not lose the coquettishness of a little woman.

Ling Qingyu just smiled when she heard the makeup artist's words, just don't embarrass Yin Jiachen, otherwise she doesn't know what Yin Jiachen is going to do to the Ling family!

She looked in the mirror and always felt that she was always missing something, but she couldn't say what was missing, and suddenly looked up suspiciously, and a man's long figure appeared in the mirror.

Everyone in her ears also noticed it, and bowed to Yin Jiachen in unison, "Hello, young master!" Yin Jiachen ignored them, his eyes kept looking at Ling Qingyu, and their eyes intertwined in the mirror.

His footsteps walked over to the rhythm of her heartbeat: "Sure enough, people still rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles." He said such a so-called feeling with unclear emotions.

Ling Qingyu turned around and his gaze fell into his eyes, "I, you, I'm ready." When she faced Yin Jiachen, she didn't know what to say.

Yin Jiachen simply changed into a suit, but it set off his tall body even more, and the two of them stood in front of the mirror, which was really a good match.

The people and fairies who looked at the side were stunned, and suddenly Yin Jiachen turned Ling Qingyu's body back to face the mirror domineeringly, "You, Yin Jiachen, what are you going to do?" "She didn't know why.

Yin Jiachen suddenly took out a delicate small box from his pocket, and then his slender fingers picked out a necklace from it, and he stretched the box to the side and someone consciously took it, and then everyone saw that the atmosphere between them was in full swing, and they all left with interest to leave room for the two of them.

Ling Qingyu looked at this necklace, it was very chic and simple, the silver chain was made into the shape of a flower vine, and a round gemstone similar to the shape of tears hung down from the collarbone.

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