Just as he was about to apologize and choose to calm down, a majestic voice sounded.

"What's going on? My old man doesn't have a few years to look forward to, won't he let me have a peaceful birthday for a while? ”

Jiang Jianqing, who was wearing a dark red Tang suit, walked over with the support of a man who was also wearing a dark red Tang suit.

"Miss Qiao, how did you get this? Are there any injuries on your body? Jiang Jianqing saw Qiao Ran standing in the crowd with wine stains on his hair, and hurriedly stepped forward a few steps forward and asked with concern.

"I'm sorry, Jiang Lao, it's all my fault, I accidentally twisted my foot, bumped into your 100-year-old wine tower, and collided with your birthday party, I'll leave now, so as not to bring you a bad influence, and visit you another day." Qiao Ran was about to leave after speaking.

Old Man Jiang stretched out his hand to block in front of Qiao Ran, and said in a nervous voice: "If it weren't for Miss Qiao, my ashes would have been scattered into the Huangling River a long time ago, and I didn't have to live this 88th birthday, what else do I expect to live a long life, Miss Qiao is my most important guest today, if Miss Qiao leaves with a mess, it means that I didn't take care of it as the owner, this birthday, but it's okay." ”

"Miss Qiao, I'm really sorry, I didn't take good care of you, I wronged you, there is a spare dress room upstairs, I hope Miss Qiao will pick one to change into, and stay with my father for this birthday." Jiang's old son, Jiang Weimin, pleaded.

"Miss Qiao, please stay with my father for this birthday, my father has been honest all his life, this is the first time he has celebrated his birthday publicly, I don't want him to leave regrets." Jiang's old daughter Jiang Yun'an also opened her mouth to request.

As a generation of first-class generals who protect the country, Jiang Jianqing's son Jiang Weimin was promoted from a first-class general to a first-class general.

Jiang Yun'an is also a woman who does not let her eyebrows go, follows in the footsteps of his brother, and achieves the position of a second-rank general.

Among the many generals, she is the only second-grade female general, and she is a female god of war who is admired by everyone in the Northern Rainbow Kingdom.

The two generals who were so respectable asked her to stay, and if Qiao Ran didn't stay, he would not give face to the Jiang brothers and sisters who had such a respectful status.

"Originally, I was afraid of causing trouble to Jiang Lao, so I said that I would leave the scene early, but since the two generals don't dislike me, of course I am willing to stay." Qiao Ranwen said with a smile.

"Don't bother, Miss Qiao can stay with me for my birthday, I don't regret this birthday, come on, take Miss Qiao to change clothes." Old Man Jiang said happily.

"I'll go with you!" Gu Sinian said uneasily.

"No, you can chat with Jiang Lao here, and the waiter will take me to change." Qiao Ran nodded to Jiang Lao as he spoke, turned around and left with the waiter.

Riding the elevator, the waiter took Qiao Ran to the guest room on the fifth floor and pushed open a spare room.

"Here is the spare dress that Madame Jiang has prepared for all the guests, please Miss Qiao choose your favorite style." The waitress said respectfully.

"Thank you, you're busy, I'll take a shower and change my clothes, and go down by myself."

"Okay!"

The waiter left, Qiao Ran casually took an azure dress and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

When Qiao Ran came out of the shower and saw the figure sitting on the sofa in the room, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Why are you here?"

Sitting on the sofa, holding a time magazine in his hand, wearing a black suit, the man with a cold temperament is Wen Shimo.

Wen Shimo raised his eyes to look at Qiao Ran, and saw Qiao Ran, who was standing not far away, wearing an azure dress, and the photo of the model he was looking at at the moment happened to be the same clothes.

Obviously, the clothes on the street are unbearable, but when worn on her, there is a feeling of freshness, pleasantness and elegant temperament.

Different from the previous style of wearing a cheongsam, which was lustful, wild and pure, this skirt made her look like a noble lady in the breeze, which could only be viewed from a distance and could not be desecrated.

Wen Shimo didn't speak, just walked towards Qiao Ran step by step.

Looking at Wen Shimo's eyes like the vast and boundless sea, slapping the dangerous Australia as a storm, walking towards him step by step, Qiao Ran's eyes retreated vigilantly step by step, until there was no way to retreat.

"What are you going to do?" Qiao Ran raised his hand to push away Wen Shimo, who was only an arm's length away from him.

Wen Shimo quickly punched out and grabbed Qiao Ran's hand, Qiao Ran immediately attacked with his other hand, and was caught by Wen Shimo again, he held her two hands in his hands and hung them on the wall in mid-air.

Seeing this, Qiao Ran tried to break out of the confinement of Wen Shimo's hands again, but there was a sharp pain in his heart at this time.

The pain made Qiao Ran gasp and bite his red lip.

The woman's clear water came out of hibiscus, and her dignified and elegant appearance made Wen Shimo have an urge to tear her apart, at this moment, she bit her red lips lightly, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, which made Wen Shimo's pupils suddenly tighten.

It was as if there was a magical force controlling him, making him uncontrollably leaned over and kissed her rosy and seductive lips like cherries.

The sweet touch of imagination was a sweet taste that lingered in his heart for countless days and nights.

Since the day of the divorce, because both of them were calculated and lingered overnight, her taste has never disappeared because it is buried deep in his heart.

It's just because of Song Wanqing, no matter how many times he faced her, no matter how many times his desire was raging, he never showed it.

When he met her this time, looking at her glamorous and shining appearance in a cheongsam, there was a crazy voice shouting in his heart.

He wanted to tear her up.

Indeed, he wanted to - slept with her.

Qiao Ran didn't expect Wen Shimo to kiss her forcibly, and after a short blank of brain, she hurriedly wanted to push Wen Shimo away.

A stronger heart-gnawing stinging pain than before came again, making Qiao Ran let out a soft groan uncontrollably.

In this crevice, someone snatched more of the sweet taste in her mouth like a swimming dragon.

Qiao Ran was shocked by the stinging pain in his heart when he exercised.

What's wrong with her?

Why is it that as soon as you exert your strength, your heart hurts unspeakably?

Could it be related to her recent study of magic?

The man's warm and thick hands, and the skin everywhere he went, were like an electric shock, which made Qiao Ran sober up from his thoughts.

"Wen Shimo, let go of me!" Qiao Ran's voice trembled lightly to stop.

"Didn't you just enjoy it? Stop like this, play with me and want to indulge? Wen Shimo's warm breath stroked the root of Qiao Ran's ear, causing his skin to tremble.

Watching the snow-white skin quickly turn into a seductive crimson, the lust in Wen Shimo's pupils became even stronger.

Seeing that Wen Shimo's movements were getting more and more excessive, Qiao Ran resisted despite the pain in his heart like a burst.

It's just that she doesn't have the strength at all, and her hands are still firmly held in Wen Shimo's hands.

Wen Shimo saw that her body reacted so strongly, but her hands were not taken away from him, and her eyes were full of mockery.

"Obviously you want me to get you, and you still stand up and stand, no wonder Shen Mubai and Gu Sinian were caught by you, are you the same in front of them?"

Thinking of her delicate side, being seen by other men, Wen Shimo's movements became even more rude.

Qiao Ran, who was ridiculed and humiliated, saw that Wen Shimo was about to break through the bottom line, endured the pain of his heart bursting, forcibly withdrew a hand, and hit Wen Shimo hard in the face.

"Slap ......" A crisp slap slapped Wen Shimo's face.