Chapter 230: Engagement, Marriage 7
"Wishing quinoa!?"
Qiao Yiran followed Qiu Yun's surprised and incredulous gaze.
Not far away are couples in couple clothes, the man is about 1.8 meters tall, carrying a pink trolley suitcase in his hand, and the woman looks very small, looking at them and looking at them, it seems to be very nervous.
"Bing, Bing sister, you, hello, I'm a firework Yi Han." She said.
"Wishing quinoa, little pear ......," Qiu Yun muttered to herself, shaking hands with her mechanically.
It doesn't seem to be Zhu Quinoa, it's been too long, and she can't remember it clearly......
"Wishing quinoa? Do you know my cousin? I'm Fu Jiajia, we look alike! Fu Jiajia said unexpectedly, she didn't know that her cousin knew a lot, and she already knew that she would go through the back door!
Fu Jiajia? Quinoa?
Qiao Yiran frowned, he didn't know when Jiu'er met such a person. It seems that there is quite a relationship.
"Jiu'er?"
"Huh? That one...... All right! Hello Jiajia, is this your boyfriend? Qiu Yun immediately came back to her senses, she was unconsciously distracted!
"Well, he's Wei Ting. Wei Ting, this is my great, and Mr. Qiao! â
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
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Qiao Yiran will not forget the loss of consciousness just now.
It's this feeling again, Jiu'er seems to have some secrets that he doesn't know. It seems that the existence of Zuo Yiming will give him the illusion that they are not from the same world.
He didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he hated being excluded from Jiu'er's life, he didn't allow, he didn't allow anything about Jiu'er, and he didn't know anything!
"Jiajia, this is gently, my assistant? The main reason for your trip to country S this time is that she will lead the team, and you can ask her for help if you have something. Here's my number, you can also look for me! â
Qiu Yun smiled, like an amiable big sister next door, the fact that Fu Jiajia was more than a year older than her.
"Hmm. Good! It's okay, you have something to do! I still have Wei Ting, nothing will happen! â
Fu Jiajia's excitement hadn't passed yet, and she still held Wei Ting's hand tightly, as if venting her excess strength.
"Jiajia, let's go this way!"
"Okay! Gently, can I ask you about your usual work? Isn't it ......"
Qiu Yun watched them chirp in, with a hint of nostalgia and relief in her eyes. Joe clenched his fists unconsciously.
"Hiss~ baby? Why are you so hard, my hands! â
For Qiao Yiran's gloomy and deep eyes, a chill swept over.
"Baby~"
There should still be no deliberate concealment between lovers, even if it is an unexplained rebirth, telling a lie always has to tell more lies to make it round.
"I ...... You ......"
"I'm waiting for the moment you tell me!"
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After more than ten hours of flying, everyone was exhausted and drowsy. Qiu Yun was anxious all the way, looking at the sky outside the window and wandering out of the sky.
The aberrations between the two were even caught by some fans, but they didn't think much about it. After all, although Qiao Yiran's face was poor, he still took care of Qiu Yun in all aspects. They only thought it was because of something else that made Joe always feel bad.
For more than ten hours, Qiu Yun was not the only one who didn't sleep. Qiao Yiran also didn't sleep all the way, closed his eyes, and used his ears to distinguish the squirming of the people around him.
She didn't fall asleep, and sighed from time to time. She was drinking water and watching him. She left her seat, one, two, three...... She came back at twenty. Something was taken, swept over his legs, and draped lightly over him, her own blanket, full of her breath.
"Baby, I love you!"
He heard her whisper, and the nerves that had been tense for a day suddenly relaxed, and the heart of her kiss softened.
Qiu Yun looked at Qiao Yiran who was asleep, and her heart was soft.
This is the person she will be with for the rest of her life, he should know her past, even if it is incredible, she should still tell him everything.
Thinking about everything, Qiu Yun also breathed a sigh of relief, softened her body, carefully got into the blanket, and fell asleep leaning on him.
"Good night, my baby."
Qiao Yiran hooked her lips slightly, and the little woman in her arms breathed long.
"Good night, my nine."