She smiled, "Professor Chi is a little busy, so I won't bother you." ”

"Qiqi ......" was afraid that she would hang up the phone directly, and was in a hurry to call her.

Chi Yan stared at An Zhi gloomily, and his black and white pupils couldn't suppress the coldness.

Professor Chi, who has always been a gentleman and courteous, lost his temper rarely, and the door was thrown in front of An Zhi's eyes, drawing a line ruthlessly.

When the door was closed, she heard the man explain in a gentle voice, when had she ever seen this master coax someone......

Yasueda suspects that she is hallucinating.

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Gyeongju.

The sun is over, and the high-rise buildings lit with neon lights are covered with the last twilight, and a piece of glass adds a little vitality to this silent autumn mood for no reason.

In the high-end clubhouse, the lobby manager led dozens of waiters to line up at the door, which was convenient for dispatch.

The Qiao family and the Xiao family, one of the powerful families in Shangshangjing, held a marriage banquet inside, I heard that it was in accordance with the low-key style of the Qiao family, and the engagement banquet of the young master and young lady of the two families was extremely simple, and it was only their own family members who came.

When Xiao Qinyu walked into the box, the people of the two families were already staggered, and all kinds of celebrities and nobles were socializing harmoniously.

The wedding banquet unfolded slowly, but the prospective groom did not appear for a long time, which couldn't help but make people feel a little intriguing.

Xiao Chuan almost didn't hold back the smile on his face when he saw him walk in, and tried his best to hold back his anger and scolded him: "You are still late for such an important matter today!" ”

Qiao Lan on his side had a calm complexion, an elegant and generous temperament, and picked up a cup of tea at hand, brushing it away.

"I'm in a traffic jam on the road, sorry."

Xiao Qinyu looked carefully at the past according to the sitting position, the woman sitting next to Mrs. Qiao, the moonlight brocade cheongsam, pinching the willow waist, and wearing a cold shawl of the same color on her shoulders, lined with a bright and transparent little face, and her eyes reflected a warm color, glowing with lustre.

He thought of the outside world's praise for this Miss Qiao Family: Miss Qiao Family-Qiao Yang, is only more than Su Xiao, and her appearance is not as good as Wang Yan.

The woman met his scrutinizing gaze, not dodging or dodging.

Mrs. Xiao hurriedly held down Xiao Qinyu and greeted the people of the Qiao family one by one, and now they are really married, so they are all called uncles and aunts.

When it came to Qiao Yang, he was unhurried and bit his tone; "Hello, Xiao Qinyu, your fiancé."

Looking at the hand stretched out towards herself, her finger bones were like jade, and the corners of the woman's eyes were slightly raised.

"Hello, Qiao Yang."

A man and a woman clasped hands and separated quickly.

"Looking at these two kids like this, they look like a good match."

"Talented men and women are a natural pair."

"I don't know how beautiful their children will be in the future."

"It's just that Yangyang's temperament is too weak, I don't know if I can handle this young master of the Xiao family."

The young master of the Xiao family was crowned with the title of the most beautiful school grass in Jingzhou University, and even they had heard of it, and the peach blossom luck was flooding, and it was unknown whether they could pay attention to it.

The guests ridiculed one after another, Xiao Qin was fine, but Qiao Yang was so ashamed that he pulled Mrs. Qiao's sleeve tightly, hanging his head, and could only see that the sharpened ear tips were not presentable.

The appointment went smoothly, and after the guests left, Xiao Qinyu asked Xiao Chuan and them to go first, and he turned back to the box to get a box of forgotten cigarettes.

"Poof." It's the sound of a lighter with sliding gears.

His long legs as he was about to enter the box stopped, and the back door at the end of the hallway was left open with a small slit.

Outside, all around are blurred, and under the hazy street lamp, the woman is leaning against the rough wall, and the cheongsam on her body is with an extremely white complexion, pure and exquisite.

Holding a long cigarette in her hand, the thin smoke snaking up from her fingertips burned all her docile tranquility to pieces in an instant.

The man stared at the place, chuckling.

Miss Qiao's family doesn't seem to be as well-behaved as she seems.