Chapter 123

Qiao Mu and Xu Bu stood at the entrance of the living room, leaning on Han Yunting's shoulder with his hands around his chest. He looked at Mo Liangyu, who was stunned. He fell into the well without compassion. "Don't be surprised, old four. Xiaoyu doesn't know for a day or two!"

Mo Liangyu

Who is he doing this for, misty grass!

But Mo Liangyu dared to be angry and not to speak. He put out his hand and wiped his face. Looking at Yan Shiqi, he raised the champagne to her. "Little sister-in-law, happy wedding, didn't you scare just now?"

Han Yunting sighed silently. The boy's intelligence quotient is really hurt.

……

Twenty minutes later, Licheng hot pot shop sent special personnel to deliver hot pot takeout.

Late at night in early autumn, three or five friends gather together. Only hot pot and wine can match this arrangement.

In the spacious restaurant, Mo Liangyu holds the champagne and red wine and instructs the service staff of the hot pot shop to fill the long table with food materials. Han Yunting and Qiao Mu smoke against the glass platform, and the smoke obscures their excellent and elegant silhouettes, as leisurely and comfortable as a young master under the moon.

Ying Feifei and Yin ansa are wise enough to do what they can to decorate. This group of people's identity is too prominent. Some of them are tied up. They can only do things to divert their attention.

Ling MI, alone, stood silently at the door of the dining room, quietly looking at the burning and dazzling scene in the living room.

Tonight, when Xiaoyu asked her to come to huwan, she was happy and excited.

Linhuwan is an industry created by Qin Baiyu and a symbol of Qin's real estate based in Licheng.

They all have real estate here, and they have visited each other in the name of greenhouses, but no one can set foot in Qin Baiyu's villa.

So, when she came to Linhu Bay full of joy, when she thought she could finally step into his world, she got a bolt from the blue.

Qin Baiyu and Yan Shiqi got the certificate!

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it.

The proud son of heaven, the noble and cold man, how can he get the certificate easily?

What's good about inkstone? Is it worth all he has?

Ling Mi leans against the glass door of the kitchen hall, peering at the figures in the living room through the crack of the door, making her hard to breathe.

At the moment, on the sofa, Yan Shiqi sits beside Qin Baiyu, looking at the busy restaurant from time to time, "did you let them come?"

The man leans lazily, his dark eyes are staring at Shiqi, the palm of his hand is beside her waist line, and his thumb is gently rubbed sometimes, which leads to shivering itching.

Then, Yan Shiqi heard the man say: "Xiaoyu saw the news on the Internet and spontaneously called them. As for your best friend, I arranged it. "

She sighed, holding the man's arm around his waist, covering the back of his hand, warm touch gradually rise, want to time to stop quiet good.

She understood what he meant.

"The news on the Internet is that you asked people to take it down, right?"

Yan Shiqi opened his mouth again, seemingly asking, but in fact it was a straightforward affirmative sentence.

She understands Cheng Yenan's means. Even if he is a gold medal agent, he can't control the direction of public opinion in such a short time.

Except for Qin Baiyu, she doesn't do what he wants.

Smelling speech, the man put her plain hand under the palm and gently pinched it. Her eyes were soft and said gently, "even if you want to announce, it's up to you."

The implication is that no one else is qualified.

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Not long after, the dishes and ingredients were already full, and everyone sat around the long table, enjoying themselves.

Because of the existence of Mo Liangyu, the atmosphere is harmonious and subtle. Ying Feifei and Yin ansa are always a little restrained.

By the end of the meal, it was close to midnight.

The men are smoking in the living room, the service staff are cleaning up in the kitchen, and Yan Shiqi is pulled upstairs by Ying Feifei and Yin ansa with their arms around.

At the end of the corridor on the second floor is a European balcony.

Autumn night as cool as water, three sisters sitting around the tea table, inkstone seven inexplicably have a kind of crisis about to be tried.