Chapter 982： An idea with Yelan

Chapter 982 An idea with Ye Lan

Outside the nine institutes, Ye Wangchuan has just finished dealing with the matter at hand.

Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there, and the three met to find a club nearby to drink tea.

The light scented tea just came up, the tea smelled overflowing, the man leaned on the leather sofa behind him, in a lazy and casual figure, holding a mobile phone, as if reading the news.

Qin Si originally minded forming a wine bureau, but was dragged to drink tea in the last two to one. He had no interest in the tea ceremony. He picked up the exquisite and small teacup like a cow drink. After a mouthful, he knocked the cup on the table and waited for the tea ceremony master in Hanfu to make a fresh brew for him.

A handsome face wore a cynical expression, and he complained impatiently: "I said that you two are only in your twenties. How do you live like an old man. Doesn't Orchid Pavilion fragrant? You have to come here for tea. I haven’t noticed the difference between the tea here and the tea brewed in my house. It’s not just a few leaves floating in the water."

"Tsk, you can just talk about this with us, don't say that when you go out." Bo Jingxing wore a blue shirt, buttoned to the top of the collar, and the slender neck was set in the collar of the shirt. A strong sense of abstinence, it looks serious and a gentleman.

Qin Si sneered at his gentle and scumbag: "Whatever he said, I don't believe them and they dare to bite me."

He glanced at Bo Jingxing, who was too busy, then smashed his mouth, and said, "I said you can't pretend to be coerced? Where did the brutal force of fighting with Laozi when I was a child, riding on the head of labor and capital, and now it's for With a string of Buddhist beads, you can recite Amitabha to Lao Tzu."

Bo Jingxing, this man has a temperament like Master Wang.

But this person, Wangye, also looks easy to get along with in front of Sister Joe, and in front of outsiders, the aura of the whole body exudes an uncomfortable temperament.

Unlike Bo Jingxing, he always looks smiling, harmless to humans and animals.

But looking at the entire Beijing city, who doesn’t know that the first one can’t be offended is the arrogant man, and the second one can’t be offended is his smiling tiger.

Bad water in my stomach, dying!

Qin Si picked up the teacup with his palm again, and drank it irritably. After only ten minutes of work, he couldn't sit still.

After voicing Bo Jingxing, he turned his gaze to the man on the opposite sofa leisurely playing with his mobile phone, his eyes rolled, as if he remembered, and asked: "By the way, how about Sister Joe, are you at home today?"

The man playing with the mobile phone raised his head, his squinting eyes were dangerous.

Qin Si hadn't noticed the danger, and continued to test back and forth on the verge of death: "If she is at home, wait until I go to your place to find her to play games."

"Not here." Ye Wangchuan put down the phone, tapped his beautiful fingers on the side of the phone, leaned back lazily, and looked at Qin Si: "She is out to watch the show."

"Watching the show?" Qin Si didn't turn his mind for a while, mainly because he didn't associate Qiao Nian with watching the show. He fainted for a second before reacting, and suddenly realized: "You said that SEVEN show?"

Someone in his family also visited it, and probably knew about it.

But he is a big man who is not interested in watching the show.

Qin Si was a little surprised that Qiao Nian liked SEVEN: "Sister Qiao likes SEVEN things? I think she usually goes out either in sweaters or T-shirts. I think she doesn't like these things. It seems that women are all the same. They all like clothes and bags. Bags and jewelry. It’s okay. If she likes it, I’ll give her a few others."

(End of this chapter)