Chapter 85

Yan Shiqi handed the suitcase to sister-in-law Zhang. As she turned and went upstairs, Ms. Lian behind her looked at her back with a teacup. Her eyes flashed and she suddenly asked, "wait a minute. What's your plan for your marriage to Qin Sishao?"

Ms. Lian's questioning voice behind her made inkstone Shiqi go upstairs.

She stood on the steps, man ran turned, "may be a few days to get the certificate."

Yan Shiqi didn't lie. This is really her current plan.

Qin Baiyu's figure flashed in her mind, rolling up a light soft color in her quiet eyes.

Hearing this, Ms. Lian pursed her lips tightly and let out her dissatisfaction. She glanced at the inkstone at the end of the stairs and said coldly: "it seems that you really didn't trust my words and made up your mind to make the inkstone family a joke, right?"

"Mom, since it's my marriage, I think I have the right to decide!"

"You..."

When she was inkstone, her eyes were cool and deep. Looking at the angry look of Ms. Lian, she gave a little smile and her eyes were quiet. "Instead of worrying about my marriage, my mother should continue to talk to that girl on the phone. After all, my marriage should not be as important as her body."

Then, in Ms. Lian's face of confusion and consternation, Yan Shiqi left a cold back and turned to go upstairs

This should be the first time that she firmly refutes Ms. Lian.

She doesn't want to know who the girl is, but it's just a phone call. She has clearly seen the concern and care of Lian.

It was once regarded by her as the most precious emotion, but even the lady was light to pay others.

What else can she do and say?

Even at the moment when Yan Shiqi went back to the room and closed the door, she had a very ridiculous idea. Is even lady really her mother?

Inkstone Shiqi is sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony. Her heart is surrounded by complex emotions. The sky outside the window is bright and beautiful. A few wisps of afternoon shimmering light lean on her cheek, but it can't disperse the sadness of her eyes.

A moment later, she took out her mobile phone and logged into Weibo. She stopped for nearly a week, and the last one was still on the balcony of the villa in Milan.

The number of comments has exceeded 10000, and most of the hot reviews in the front row are urging her to blog as soon as possible.

Tomorrow morning, she has a job shooting the cover of a magazine.

Yan Shiqi finds the official blog of IV fashion magazine, and the top of the front page is her cooperation notice for shooting tomorrow.

A minute later, Yan Shiqi released the first micro blog after the first show of fashion week.

Yan Shiqi V: forward microblog @ IV fashion magazine V: cover notice of this issue

Fans

Seventeen's little cute: Seventeen has finally become more popular. I'm looking forward to the cover shooting tomorrow.

Qing Dynasty is dead: famous model tweets are so cold, I like it[ [star eye]

Marcy: Seventeen, are you in love? I've even figured out my son's nickname!

Upup: are you the devil upstairs? Let go of seventeen, let me do it!

Old lanes in the old city: self respect@ Manxi

Inkstone seven brush a few minutes comment, quite tired turned off the phone.

Maybe she's in a bad mood. She can't get up.

He got up and went back to his room, took out the notice from his bag, and noticed the information of the Song family dinner again.

Pondering a few times, she hesitated to discuss with Cheng Yenan and pushed off the banquet the day after tomorrow on the grounds of physical discomfort.

At this time, an unexpected message into the mailbox.

The sender is song Qiyu.

"Miss Yan, we are waiting for the dinner the day after tomorrow."

Inkstone when seven see this news, full Leng ten seconds.

After thinking about it, the clues are linked together. Is it song Qiyu who specially invited her to the dinner party of the Song family?

When she was shocked, she wondered how to reply to each other, but song Qiyu's phone call had already come in