Liu Xuanxuan was about to leave when she heard him shout her name behind her.

She stopped.

"Come here." The man beckoned to her, as if summoning a pet.

But she obediently walked over to him.

Seeing him staring at the bag where she had put her chips, she hid the bag behind her.

He won't see that he took too much, so the money fan regretted it, right?

Xu Jiangtian's gaze swept over her guarded little face, and he saw her pouting unconsciously.

Childish. He chuckled inwardly, intending to tease her.

"It's a good day."

"It's Mr. Xu who played well." The hand was hidden a little tighter behind him.

"You're a quick learner, too. How many chips did you take? ”

"Fifty ......" Catching a glimpse of his raised eyebrows, Liu Xuanxuan said truthfully, "Three ......"

"Hmm." He answered, "Not a lot." Then win or lose next time it's your own. ”

"Nope." She eagerly grabbed the white, "I haven't learned it yet." ”

"Dozing off without learning?" He smiled a little, "It seems that I, the teacher, can't let you concentrate on learning." ”

Liu Xuanxuan looked at his smiling face and was a little stunned.

Xu Jiangtian's face was clearly defined, and he was born with a cold and sharp appearance, but he looked so good when he smiled, like melting snow in early spring, and with a thin layer of broken ice, it flowed coldly from her heart, and the ice made her heart tremble.

"Next time, you can't lose."

He walked out the door and looked back at the girl standing in the room.

The morning breeze outlined her delicate curves under the cheongsam, and she stood there as if she was about to flutter with the wind.

When I was a child, I read the history of the wild, and read that Zhao Yizhu danced by the edge of the Taiye Pool, a gust of wind came, she was as light as a swallow, and she was about to pass away with the wind, and it was the maid who grabbed her skirt to keep her, and since then the skirt folded "Liuxian Skirt" has swept the palace.

What does the "Liuxian Skirt" look like, but it makes people yearn for it.

Liu Xuanyan watched him go out of the door, and then watched him get into the car from upstairs, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But she didn't dare to stop and immediately went to another bureau.

Xu Jiangtian returned to his long-term apartment, rested for a while, and set off again.

Today is the day to meet Guan Muyi, and he doesn't want to be rude.

Guan Muyi is just 24 years old, which is still a young girl. He didn't set the meeting place in a too old-fashioned and formal place, but chose the tea room Qixingzhai under his name.

This tea room is on the Seven Star Mountain, occupying a quiet valley, pushing the window to see the waterfall and flowing spring, the scenery is wonderful, and the privacy is good. Sometimes when he encounters troubles, he always likes to come here alone to sit for a while, or cook tea or read, which is a good pastime for meditation.

He took the tea leaves himself as usual, cooked a pot of old white tea himself, and as soon as the tea was boiling, the people arrived.

It was Ah Cheng who led the stewards and herdsmen in.

Guan Muyi wore a long smoke-blue skirt, and the folds on her chest and waist were sparkling. Even the moment when she first saw him smiling and bowing her head and bowing her head was gentle and generous, and she stood in front of him as if she were in an empty valley with a calamus born between the mountain streams, without flowers and fragrant by itself.

"Miss Guan Er." Xu Jiangtian stretched out his hand, "Fortunately." ”

Guan Muyi also stretched out his hand and handed it to his palm: "Mr. Xu, I am glad to meet you." ”

The man's palm is wide and dry, and it is the etiquette to treat a lady with only a slight grip and a quick parting.