Chapter 3

Five years later, Huaicheng.

At 7:30 p.m., Kaibin hotel.

The night is getting thicker, and it's drizzling outside the window.

She called softly, reached out and grabbed the glass in his hand, shook it slightly and poured it directly into the mouth.

Nose is his body of wine, "Mr. Qi."

"You said What are the conditions.

Smart as Qi Beichen, so hard to find him, is not just to see photos so simple.

But it's undeniable that the boy does look very much like him when he was a child.

There was a sense of reluctance all over.

The boy in the photo has curly hair, curly eyelashes, wrinkled brows, obsidian eyes and thin lips.

There was a waiter passing by. Wen kuaiwan handed the wine cup to the waiter, took out his mobile phone from his bag, opened the picture and showed it in front of Qi Beichen.

He noticed that Qi Beichen was looking at himself, and Wen Kuai Wan was looking at him, but she could only see a deep pool, where she could not see any emotion clearly.

The woman in front of her stroked her sideburns and hooked them to her ears, revealing a trace of charm. Looking at age alone, it's just like being in his early 20s. Light makeup and good posture.

"Oh." He was full of interest and a strong smile.

Huaicheng who can not know, Qi family two young Qi Beichen is not near the girl, but the age of the establishment has never been rumored. "Son" is almost impossible to exist in his present world.

Qi Beichen's lips are crooked, with the smell of a little sneer.

"I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Wen kuaiwan. I'm your son's mother." Wen Xiaowan winked playfully, with a charming smile.

The birthday party is about to start, and the hall is full of people. No one has noticed the movement here.

He had no impression of the face.

"Why?" Qi Beichen sipped a mouthful of red wine and looked at her.

The soft and sweet voice of the girl sounded behind him. The man turned his head and a clear and white face appeared in front of him. He was looking at himself with a smile.

"Mr. Qi, long time no see. Are you free for a chat?"

She sipped the wine, got up, walked around the center of the hall and towards the man.

But what about that?

This man, at first glance, is not easy to approach as she has investigated, which makes people fear.

Her eyes followed him from beginning to end, until the man took the glass to another dark place.

Wen Kuai Wan chuckled.

The collar of his shirt was meticulous, and the cuffs were rolled up to the beginning of his arms, revealing a Patek Philippe watch.

In the center of the hall, the light from the ceiling poured down on a tall man, a white shirt and black trousers sewn by hand, which set off a man's mature and cold air.

But it doesn't prevent Wen from catching the vision of the man he wants.

In the whole hall, all the people present were the leaders of Huaicheng politics and commerce.

Today is her good friend, Xiang ruo'an, the youngest daughter of Xiang's family, who is 26 years old and returns to China for the reception banquet. It is also known as the reception banquet.

She sat in the corner of the dark, leaning against the sofa, singing with a smile.

Wen wanwan holds a goblet elegantly in her hand and wears a light blue evening dress, which makes her white skin more moist.

"I want to be Mrs. Qi." She's straight to the point.

"You are so direct."

"I need a husband, my children need a father, and you just need a wife, isn't that just right?"