Chapter 4

Outside the office, Zhuo Han was waiting by the door. When he saw inkstone, he came out and said hello with a smile, "Miss inkstone."

Inkstone when seven only nodded, the whole person and mourning and resentment, into the elevator, just a hard sigh.

At the entrance of the elevator, Mo Liangyu watched Yan Shiqi leave. When the elevator door closed, he whistled and waved to Zhuo Han: "Han Han, who is that girl?"

Zhuo Han shivered all over, and was disgusted by the sound of "Han Han".

He did not answer, footsteps approaching, Qin Baiyu voice low lie, "don't hit her idea!"

Mo Liangyu's face light pick expression instant convergence, looking back at Qin Baiyu, curious to explore, "Yu brother, do you know?"

Strange!

Is the fourth member of the Qin family interested in women?

Zhuo Han in the side of the secluded interjection: "total ink, no accident, Miss inkstone should be the future president's wife."

"Lying trough!"

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In the evening, let's clear up.

The resident singer is singing a sad song on the stage. The elegant seat of Qingba is full of wine fragrance. Yan Shiqi is holding a cocktail and sipping from time to time with blurred eyes.

My best friend Ying Feifei sat opposite her, her white and pretty face looked at her with interest, elbowed the table and joked, "so you are also the one who has an engagement?"

Yan Shiqi put down his cup and sneered, "what kind of engagement is this? In what age, I still play with my parents' orders! "

Ying Feifei sighed and tried to comfort her: "seventeen, actually... It's not bad to marry the Qin family. Licheng, who doesn't know the aristocracy of the Qin family? Besides, that Qin Sishao has always been very mysterious. If you marry such a person, I think it's 100 times better than that one! "

Who... Ying Feifei didn't say his name.

Hearing these words, Yan Shiqi just about to pick up the wine cup's hand suddenly stagnated, and then returned to normal.

Should Feifei capture this scene, in the heart of the continuous sigh of a heartache.

After several years, it seems that I still haven't come out of that relationship.

"Oh, isn't this our famous model inkstone Shiqi?"

All of a sudden, a sharp, ill intentioned voice came from behind the seat.

Ying Feifei frowned and had a bad feeling.

Looking at the state of inkstone Shiqi now, there are two little drunken blushes flying on her face. Her eyes are misty and innocent. I'm afraid she's drunk too much.

When Ying Feifei approached inkstone, he lowered his voice and said, "seventeen, let's go!"

Yan Shiqi raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the comer, learned the tone of the other side, and said, "Oh, isn't this the golden leaf of the rich family?"

The man behind ye xinuan just stood at the edge of the elegant seat. Suddenly, his pretty baby face sank down.

She knew that Yan Shiqi was satirizing her.

Many people in the circle know that ye xinuan, because of her vanity, had deliberately packaged herself as a rich family daughter after she entered the circle. As a result, she was skinned and exposed. So far, she can still find traces on the Internet.

"Yan Shao, will you wait for me over there?"

Ye xinuan's face couldn't hang up, and he had to play coquetry with the men around him in a gentle voice.

Yan Shao's voice was not very friendly. "Then hurry up!"

"Mm-hmm, I'll come as soon as I say hello!"

After seeing off Yan Shao, ye xinuan immediately gathered his smile and looked down at Yan Shiqi with his hands around his chest. "Why did you just win Milan fashion week and get drunk at night here? If the paparazzi sees it, it's going to be on the front page