The profile picture of Zhou Moyan's friend is very exaggerated, just as greasy and frivolous as he really is.
But there was a car parked behind the other party.
She recognized the car at a glance and it seemed to be the same model as the one driven by Qiao Nian's "boyfriend". She thought about the price of the car and recalled what Song Tian had told her before about Zhou Moyan's family background. This Zhu Yuanhao seemed to be from the same circle as Qiao Nian and her group...
Yin Wenzhi's eyes darkened and he bit his lips.
I originally wanted to delete the other person’s WeChat, but after hesitating, I clicked the cancel button.
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At this moment in Lanting, Ye Wangchuan set up a private room and all the people from his small group came.
Qin Si got an LED LCD screen computer and placed it on the table.
A group of people from Beijing's top circles sat together around the LED display screen.
The waiters at Lanting were very careful when bringing in tea, for fear of disturbing this group of people. After all, no one in this box was someone they could afford to offend.
Zhang Yang and Qin Si have become close friends recently, so he was not as nervous as Tang Ning and the others. He relaxed his shoulders and brought over a plate of fruit and placed it in front of Ye Wangchuan and Qin Si.
After he put down the fruit plate, he asked Qin Si softly, "Mr. Qin, Miss Qiao's game hasn't started yet?"
Qin Si recently got a tinfoil perm, making his hair messy and fluffy, making him look more like a rich second-generation rich kid.
He was wearing suit pants today, paired with a plaid shirt, with half of the shirt tucked into his suit pants. He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes never leaving the computer screen: "It's almost time, Master Wang said it would start at three o'clock."
"Oh, that's almost time." Zhang Yang raised his arm, pulled open his sleeve and looked at the time on his watch: "There are still ten minutes to three."
"Yeah." Qin Si finally moved his eyes away from the LED display, bent over to pick up an orange, peeled it, broke it in half and asked the man next to him: "Master Wang, do you want to eat an orange?"
Ye Wangchuan put his long legs on the coffee table. He showed no interest in the orange that he handed over. His voice was low and hoarse: "I don't want to eat it."
"You really don't want it? Before Sister Qiao's competition starts, we should eat an orange to calm down. You don't want it." Qin Si took it away in boredom: "Forget it, I'll eat it myself!"
He withdrew his hand, took a slice of orange and put it into his mouth. A sour taste came up and Qin Si quickly spit out the orange.
While vomiting, he cursed: "Fuck, are the fruits in Lanting so bad today? Who bought the oranges? They are so damn sour!"
Zhang Yang immediately handed him a bottle of mineral water and asked, "Do you want to ask the manager?"
Qin Si quickly snatched the water from his hand and gulped it down to suppress the sour taste in his mouth. He looked at the time on the blue light display and shook his head again: "Forget it. The game is about to start. It's not a big deal. I'm too lazy to bother."
Not only Ye Wangchuan was here today, but also Bo Jingxing, who rarely appeared in Beijing.
Tang Ning's few new followers didn't dare to say a word, their minds were on edge.
No one dared to ask why Wang Ye didn't invite Jiang Xianrou to the party today.
Although everyone is still unclear about the relationship between Jiang Xianrou and Qiao Nian, it can be roughly seen that Wang Ye’s girlfriend has an average relationship with Jiang Xianrou.
No one dares to bring bad luck at this time.
Tangning was the smartest. She took the initiative to bring up Qiao Nian, "Come to think of it, I heard that Miss Qiao was good at computers when I was traveling around the city. I didn't expect that she would represent our country in the competition this time."
(End of this chapter)