The dark corridor, the lights on both sides, and the black velvet carpet inlaid with gold spikes are more luxurious and noble decorations.

Shen Qingtang was pressed against the wall, and he had no choice but to reach out and wrap his hand around Jiang Qingyan's powerful waist.

She bent the corners of her mouth and made a preemptive strike: "The beauty is on the side, but I came uninvited." Did you disturb Mr. Jiang's date? ”

Jiang Qingyan's deep eyes followed her closely, and one hand slowly moved up, caressing her naked and smooth shoulder.

The black gem-encrusted ring curled between her knuckled fingers, reflecting her white porcelain-like skin, with a little more indescribable lust.

Jiang Qingyan didn't know if it was deliberate, or if she was just too lazy to pay attention, and lightly avoided her question about Xu Zhiwei.

"Who picked out the dress for you, it's really beautiful."

He slowly approached her until his forehead touched, and a dragonfly kissed her on the lips and let her go.

"Mr. Jiang should know this person, she is Fu Sinian's wife, Gu Nanqiao."

Shen Qingtang continued softly: "We just met today, and she knew that I was interested in paintings, and it just so happened that there was an auction of Tang Yin's authentic works, so she invited me to come and see it. ”

Jiang Qingyan replied lightly, his eyes were scattered, obviously absent-minded.

There was silence all around, there was no one else, and the glass window at the end of the corridor was specially made.

It's exactly the same as in the VIP box, you can only look out from the inside, but people outside can't see inside.

"Mr. Jiang has something on his mind?"

Shen Qingtang stopped and bent his eyes: "Can you talk to me?" ”

Jiang Qingyan chuckled, pointed sideways to the hall, and asked casually, "Tang Tang, do you know Xie Xingye?" ”

Shen Qingtang's heart skipped a beat, and dizzy fear struck, and he almost begged him for mercy.

She has never forgotten Jiang Qingyan's notoriety outside, no matter how miraculous it is, there is a certain basis.

And now her future and fate are in the hands of this man, so she can't help but be less careful.

"Except for Mr. Jiang, I don't know any of the men here."

Shen Qingtang raised his face, showed his usual obedient smile, and slowly hugged Jiang Qingyan's arm, most of his body leaned on his side.

Jiang Qingyan's mood obviously improved, and he said softly: "It's best not to know each other, and don't know each other again in the future." ”

"Okay."

Shen Qingtang hurriedly nodded in agreement, only hoping that this page would be revealed as soon as possible.

Although she didn't plan to do anything unfavorable to Jiang Qingyan, there was always a kind of emptiness in her heart that was knocked out of the tryst by the scene.

Jiang Qingyan looked at her meaningfully, and said slowly: "Xie Xingye is not capable enough, so he can only agree to marry in order to inherit the family business. There is no need to know such a waste that cannot be self-directed in marriage. ”

Shen Qingtang's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but think a little too much.

Is Jiang Qingyan referring to Sang scolding Huai?

After all, she is the person he said could not be independent in marriage, and she was also forced to exchange marriage for benefits.

"Do you see me that way?"

Shen Qingtang pursed his lips, his expression couldn't be seen gloomy, but it really couldn't be said to be pleasant.

Jiang Qingyan looked at her silently: "......"

How can you quibble about your momentary quickness?

Rose Restaurant in Wing Fung Garden...... After all, it still affected him.

The peace that had been maintained for so many years was almost shattered.

But...... It's not the best time yet.

And wait, wait......

He searched desperately for a reason, and finally said, "You're not like him." ”

"What's the difference?"

Shen Qingtang asked unrelentingly.

Jiang Qingyan regained his composure, picked her up sideways, and walked straight towards the room deep in the corridor.

Shen Qingtang was caught off guard and screamed.

She reacted quickly and clamped Jiang Qingyan's waist with her slender legs to prevent herself from falling.

"Jiang-Qing-Yan!"

Shen Qingtang couldn't maintain his gentleness anymore, and shouted at him with a cold face: "You hate it!" You're excessive! Your brain is not good, you are not a good person! ”

It wasn't until she entered the room that Jiang Qingyan threw her on the soft big bed and bullied her, and the warm breath invaded the side of her face.

He gently bit her small earlobe and said with a smile: "Tangtang, you chose me." You have a better vision than he has. ”

Shen Qingtang endured everything meekly, didn't say anything on the surface, but scolded secretly in his heart.

Jiang Qingyan is a neurotic!

If you really want to be more serious, she really has no choice in this marriage.

It had nothing to do with her vision, it just happened to be him.

Just about...... She was also a little happy.

A faint crimson color spread from Shen Qingtang's ears, but when she left the hall, Xu Zhiwei's jealous eyes suddenly appeared in her mind.

Shen Qingtang came to his senses instantly, struggled to push Jiang Qingyan away, and gasped slightly: "The auction is about to start, right?" ”

She buried herself in arranging the skirt, but the folds were uneven no matter what, so she had to smile bitterly.

No one would have guessed what she had just done.

"Do you want a change of clothes?"

Jiang Qingyan noticed her movements: "This floor on the top floor was built by me for the auction house, and women's clothes were also collected in the room. ”

Shen Qingtang couldn't help but raise his head and look at him twice.

Jiang Qingyan was stunned and asked, "What's wrong?" If you don't want to change it, I'll ask them to send you an identical one. ”

Shen Qingtang shook his head and said, "Don't bother. ”

She walked straight to the other door in the room, trying to unscrew the lock, but there were fine beads of sweat in her palms.

Her palms were red, and she couldn't help but rub them.

"I'll do it."

Jiang Qingyan grabbed her in his arms, and gently and skillfully opened the door lock, with a crisp "click".

Shen Qingtang also escaped and entered the cloakroom, which was also connected to a spacious bathroom.

In the cloakroom, there is a white minimalist style, which is as cold as Jiang Qingyan's own temperament.

Open the cabinet door on one side, and the cheongsam of all colors comes into view, most of which are plain and light, mostly white, and have styles for all seasons.

Shen Qingtang turned to look at him and smiled softly and elegantly: "Which one does Mr. Jiang like?" ”

Jiang Qingyan just walked over, but she hurriedly blocked in front of the wardrobe and said with a smile: "However, I don't like things that others have used." ”

She clearly meant something.

The corners of Jiang Qingyan's mouth pulled an arc, and he explained with a smile: "Except for you, no woman has ever been here." ”

"Then I," she quickly turned, her slender fingers tapping between the cheongsam, "just pick this one." ”

The plain silk bottom, embroidered with a few jasmine flowers between the green leaves, is delicate and small.

The embroidery is not exquisite, but it is better than the color matching, and the style is quite novel.

Take it home and embroider a few more stitches, and you can easily become more beautiful.

"Will Mr. Jiang like it?"

Before stepping into the fitting room, she looked back.

Jiang Qingyan's eyes deepened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down imperceptibly, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

He jokingly said, "If you agree to let me go in with you, I'll like it better." ”