With Gong Banyan's intervention, Xu Heng no longer had the courage to make Murong Qiao apologize.

He wanted to leave now.

"Dad-" Xu Yang pulled his hand coquettishly.

But Xu Heng still had the mind to protect his daughter at this time, and as soon as Gong Banyan came out, he apologized without hesitation.

"I can't discipline this matter, so I'll talk about her well." Xu Heng smiled, pulled his daughter and left.

The speed made Murong Qiao secretly surprised.

The commotion just now attracted a lot of people to come over, but most of them looked away after seeing the palace half-smoke, but not including Murong Chen.

"Qiaoqiao," Murong Chen came over to check the situation, and then saw Gong Banyan a little surprised. "Aunt Gong?"

His title also made Murong Qiao notice, and Murong Qiao glanced at Gong Banyan curiously.

"I didn't expect the two of you to meet in advance." Murong Chen stood in the middle with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, this is the elder I talked about before. ”

Murong Chen introduced each other, which also made Murong Qiao break his previous imagination.

It is not at all the same as the appearance of the old dragon bell in his mind, Gong Banyan is beautiful and beautiful, and his skin is very well maintained, just by looking at his face, most people believe it when he says that he is like Murong Chen.

Murong Qiao learned the identity of the other party, and felt that it was a bit of a coincidence, the person he had just bumped into turned out to be the elder he was just going to know.

"Hello cousin." Murong Qiao obediently said hello.

Gong Banyan responded with a smile, and brushed the hair on his shoulder with his right hand.

"The little girl is very likable." She said something, attracting Murong Chen's surprised gaze.

Gong Banyan has a unique personality and easily does not show favor to others, so hearing her undisguised good impression of Murong Qiao in her words made Murong Chen a little surprised.

Murong Qiao looked at Gong Banyan curiously, associating her with the image of the queen of the song, and did not feel abrupt.

The three of them didn't talk for long while standing together, and soon someone else came over to say hello.

"This is Murong Qianjin......" The topic of discussion easily turned to Murong Qiao.

Most of the people who came to talk to Murong Chen were elders, and in the past, the topic of discussion was either business cooperation or the future of the stock market, but this time, because Murong Qiao was there, the conversation turned to her at every turn.

They all had their eyes on the goal and wanted to marry the Murong family.

"I don't know what your plans are for your sister's marriage." Quite a few people ask similar questions.

As soon as these words came out, Murong Chen's face darkened, and the person who asked the question also felt that his neck was cold.

Murong Qiao's appearance is fragrant and sweet for the vast majority of people, and he can't wait to break his head.

But this time, there was no need for Murong Chen to answer, Gong Banyan stood in front of Murong Qiao more than her.

"Just that merry son of your family, are you embarrassed to say this?"

"When you fall in love, you have to pay attention to the right person, I advise you to look in the mirror."

"I have too many illegitimate children to count, so you should give this gene to others."

Gong Banyan spoke bluntly, and when he met a few people who were not used to seeing it, he directly exposed it on the spot, which embarrassed them and left.

There were a lot of people who came to talk, but when they met the palace half-smoke, they all returned with a feather, and they didn't get any benefits in her hands.

Murong Qiao looked at his cousin's unceremonious evaluation of everyone, and suddenly felt extremely shocked.

She really wants to have such a mouth, and she can simply fight the group without falling behind.

This family gathering can be said to have allowed Murong Qiao to successfully refresh his perception of Gong Banyan.

Even when she returned to school from home and was on the bed in the dormitory, she remembered the palace smoke vividly in her mind.

The weather was obviously much colder after a snowfall, and Murong Qiao had added a few winter clothes to his suitcase since returning to school from the last family gathering.

The single-digit temperature suppressed the enthusiasm of the students, causing everyone to huddle in the dormitory when there were no classes.

Although I didn't go out for activities, I have been giving my boyfriend a hand-knitted scarf since someone posted on the forum. The girls' dormitories began to follow suit.

"Look at my stitches, right? Why do I always feel like I'm weaving backwards? Yang Xin poked Leng Yan next to him in confusion.

In the past two days, she also followed the trend and bought a ball of wool to come back to knit a scarf, but unfortunately Yang Xin, who is lively by nature, always can't sit still, so she is very activities that require patience such as knitting scarves.

"People weave for their boyfriends, so you follow what kind of fun." Leng Yan was helpless.

Although she said that, she still corrected the mistake Yang Xin made.

Yang Xin raised her eyebrows, "I can't give myself a warmth." ”

After she finished speaking, she suddenly glanced in Murong Qiao's direction with a sense of awareness.

"Qiaoqiao, aren't you going to weave a scarf for Huo Xiaocao?" Yang Xin asked suddenly.

How could she do it if she suffered alone, Yang Xin immediately decided to drag someone into the water with her.

It is better to suffer alone than to suffer from others.

"Scarves?" Murong Qiao turned his head and glanced at it.

A mess of yarn was piled up on Yang Xin's legs, but it didn't affect her fun knitting scarves.

Saying this, it seems that she has never given Huo Yichen any gifts.

Murong Qiao's gaze was fixed on the woolen ball, and her thoughtful expression fell in Yang Xin's eyes, allowing her to see Murong Qiao's heart at a glance.

"You see that everyone on the forum is posting gifts, Huo Xiaocao must be looking forward to you giving him!" Yang Xin struck while the iron was hot and said again.

Huo Yichen's expectations...... Murong Qiao's mind came to the image of him looking at him, although the imaginary Huo Yichen's expression was still cold, but when he thought of the fact that he really became lost because he didn't receive the gift, Murong Qiao felt a little unbearable.

"Then I-" Murong Qiao just wanted to say that he was going to buy materials, but Yang Xin stuffed a new ball of yarn.

"Use mine!" Yang Xinmei took out the thread dough she had bought.

He was very confident and wanted to knit a few for his family, so he bought a lot of yarn balls of different colors, which happened to come in handy now.

Of course, the result is obvious, and now Yang Xin hasn't even knitted the first scarf.

At this time, she didn't regret that she would waste materials, and with Murong Qiao's company, Yang Xin suddenly felt that she was motivated.

Good sisters should knit scarves together!

Murong Qiao didn't have anything to do, so he simply took the yarn and tools and started weaving.

Soon, Yang Xin realized the gap in talent.

"You're hanging?" She looked at the half-finished product in Murong Qiao's hand in shock.

Since Murong Qiao said that he was going to start knitting scarves, Yang Xin was with her, and more than an hour had passed since the two of them started working while chasing dramas.

Yang Xin looked at the half-finished product in his hand, which was not yet a palm-length, and then looked at the scarf woven by Murong Qiao next door, which was twice as long as himself.

If she remembers correctly, she originally wanted to pull Murong Qiao to suffer together.

"You're always distracted." Murong Qiao was helpless.

Is this her normal progress, just this hour, Yang Xin watched the drama and was fascinated, and the act of weaving and disassembling it was carried out five times.

Yang Xin scratched her head, deeply aware of the gap between the two.

Seeing Murong Qiao's rapid learning and gradual proficiency in his techniques, Yang Xin looked at the messy yarn in his hand with bitterness and hatred, and sighed deeply.

That's it, maybe that's the motivation of love.

Yang Xin was sighing, and was suddenly knocked on the head by Murong Qiao.

"Concentrate on it, you won't be able to weave a single one if you make a mistake like this." She reminded aloud.

Yang Xin was told this by Murong Qiao, so she had to pick up the needle and start knitting the scarf, Leng Yan looked at the completely different states of the two of them, and couldn't help laughing.

(End of chapter)