Chapter 303

No matter what kind of things, as long as it's related to the Jiang family, he doesn't want her to get involved.

Any one thing, there may be a lot of involvement, the complexity of the Jiang family, she can not imagine.

"I just can't see your second brother treating her like that. That's why I tried to persuade her. Who knows..." Song Xiaoya bit her lip, very innocent.

But it's no good to leave. Their marriage without any feelings is meaningless to keep on. It's just a waste of youth.

It's better to let go as soon as possible, live their own lives, and no longer torture each other.

For Qiao Weiwei, divorce is a relief.

"Don't blame Xiaoya. In fact, I have to thank her," Qiao Weiwei said with a smile. "It's Xiaoya who makes me understand the meaning of a woman's life. I'm very satisfied with my present life and happy."

"Sit down first, and I'll wrap the roses for you." After qiaoweiwei greets song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen, she turns around and prepares to pack ninety-nine roses.

although she has left the Jiang family, the habit she has developed in the past two years still shows her decency and generosity, showing the style of a lady of a family.

Song Xiaoya sits in front of the coffee table and looks around the florist in a daze.

The florist's area is not big, but the variety of flowers is very complete, the layout and decoration inside the house are also very exquisite, and the details are also completely in place, very exquisite.

It's easy to see that Qiao Weiwei is working hard to run the florist.

Soon, Qiao Weiwei came back with a big bundle of wrapped blue enchantresses.

"The flowers are wrapped." Qiao Weiwei hands the flowers to song Xiaoya, but song Xiaoya hesitates and doesn't answer them. Instead, she turns her head and looks at Jiang Beichen beside her.

Since Jiang Beichen said that he wanted to send her flowers, she had to give them to her. It was different for her to take them directly.

Qiaoweiwei understood song Xiaoya's meaning, snickered in her heart, then stepped forward and handed the flower to Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen lightly frowned and thought that women are really complicated. They pay so much attention to buying flowers. Are they tired.

But he still reached for the rose, and then stood up in his arms, and then put it into song Xiaoya's arms.

"The North Chen pouts to say," looking at the small blue eyes of song ya to say again? "

Where to send flowers to girls, send so rigid, a good word will not say it?

This is their first date. According to the process, men should at least say some sweet words to make her happy.

Jiang Beichen stared at her for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "hold tight, if you dare to throw it away, you're finished!"

“……”

Song Xiaoya said she wanted to cry.

But for the sake of flowers, I forgive him.

Originally, she should not expect Jiang Beichen to say anything romantic, because she expected too much.

But from now on, she has been looking forward to Jiang Beichen's proposal. It seems that it is also an extravagant hope. This man can't think of what she wants.

Song Xiaoya talks with Qiao Weiwei in the florist for a long time, until it's dark, and the two plan to leave.

It's time for dinner. Maybe it's happy to see the acquaintances. Qiao Weiwei didn't let them go. She warmly invited her and Jiang Beichen to stay and have dinner together.

See her so enthusiastic, song Xiaoya also impolitely agreed to come down.

Through the florist, there is a simple small apartment with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Qiao Weiwei lives here. The kitchen is not big. Qiao Weiwei is busy cooking in it.

Song Xiaoya is a little embarrassed, and plans to go into the kitchen to help her. Finally, she is pushed out by Qiao Weiwei.

"You are not alone now. You have a baby in your stomach. The smell of oil fumes is bad for your health," said Qiao Weiwei with a relaxed face. "Don't worry. I'm good at cooking. I'll be fine soon."

After she married Jiang, she did nothing every day. I have become a good cook.

She said so, song Xiaoya had to come out and sit in the living room waiting for Qiao Weiwei to make the dishes.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, song Xiaoya sighs that such a good woman can marry her for several generations. Why doesn't Jiang Beimo like her.

Whose loss is this?

She began to ask Jiang Beichen, "Jiang Beichen, is there another woman outside your second brother?" Does Jiang Beimo ignore Qiao Weiwei because he has a new love.

"I don't know." Jiang Beichen's expressionless reply.

"Why don't you know that he's your second brother?" Song Xiaoya asked.

The relationship between Jiang Beichen and Jiang Beicheng, the three young masters of the Jiang family, is the worst. They are even incompatible. Everyone can see it.

However, the relationship between Jiang Beichen and Jiang Beimo is obviously much better.That's why song Xiaoya thinks that Jiang Beichen should be more clear about Jiang Beimo.

"Are you interested in his business?" Jiang Beichen heard her persistent questioning, his face could not help changing.

"I'm just curious." Song Xiaoya was startled by his reaction and quickly explained to him.

"Curiosity is no good!" Jiang Beichen's voice is full of overbearing meaning. He doesn't like this woman. She is always curious about other men.

"He's your second brother. Are you jealous?" Song Xiaoya looks at him speechless.

By song Xiaoya's words, Jiang Beichen's face flashed a touch of unnatural expression, "really wordy." Then Jiang Beichen ignored her.

“……” Song Xiaoya looks at him and turns his head, but he says a big vinegar jar in his heart. No, it should be a big vinegar jar!

Vinegar jar is not enough to describe Jiang Beichen's jealousy.

After having dinner with Qiao Weiwei, song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen are ready to leave. Qiaoweiwei two people to the door, some embarrassed looking at Song Xiaoya, "Xiaoya, my things, can not tell my brother?"

Qiao runzhe always has deep resentment against the Jiang family because of her affairs. She doesn't want to worry her brother about her affairs any more.

"Don't worry, I won't say that to Qiao runzhe." Song Xiaoya nods and agrees.

Now she has no contact with Qiao runzhe, even if she wants to say it, she has no chance.

"Xiaoya, thank you."

On the way home, song Xiaoya happily holds a big bunch of roses in her arms and follows Jiang Beichen.

Smelling the fragrance of roses, her mood suddenly became happy, all the way full of happy smile.

Looking at her happy because of a bunch of flowers, Jiang Beichen can't help but raise her lips. She is really a woman who is easy to satisfy.