Qiao Nian was a little confused, his movements were a little slow, his usually arrogant eyes were restrained, his black eyelashes drooped, his fingers pressed on the brim of his cap, he didn't know where to put his hands, anyway, his eyes didn't look in Ye Wangchuan's direction: "Hmm?"
Ye Wangchuan leaned there handsomely, looking at her with his lips raised, quietly waiting for her "explanation".
Qiao Nian resisted and said nothing at first.
After holding on for a minute, he still couldn't take it anymore and raised his hands in surrender: "I didn't think much about it. I just felt a little surprised at the time, and then nothing happened."
"Only a little surprised?" Ye Wangchuan's voice was slightly raised, with an ambiguous meaning, which was quite provocative.
Qiao Nian had never been pushed to this point before. She thought something was wrong and looked at him carefully: "No, there was no need for me to tell you at that time, right? We were not familiar with each other at that time..."
They weren't very familiar with each other at that time, right
Qiao Nian thought about it carefully and it seemed that he was really not familiar with her.
At that time, he was just a "troublesome friend" of Jiang Li. His own villa had not been renovated yet, so he stayed at Jiang Li's place.
Although they lived under the same roof, they usually kept to themselves. At most, they would say hello when they met, so it was normal that she didn't say anything.
Ye Wangchuan was angered by her self-righteous words "we are not familiar with each other again". His eyes darkened and he looked cheerful, thin and gentle, not angry. However, the oppressive feeling around him was so strong that it could not be ignored.
He leaned forward slightly, his face almost touching hers, and with his head lowered, his handsome face was so close that Qiao Nian could almost feel his breath on her face.
"I remember that we were quite familiar with each other. For example, God Qiao emphasized to me more than once that we were... good friends."
Qiao Nian: “…”
"We are already good friends, and you still say we are not familiar with each other. I am a little sad."
He covered his chest with his hands and said that he was sad, but the lazy and teasing expression on his face did not show any sadness at all, and it was obvious that he was teasing him.
Ye Wangchuan has always been privately said to be the third most handsome man in Beijing. Only the color of the sky and the water can compare with his appearance, which shows how good-looking his face is.
Now that they were so close, Sheng Ji's face was infinitely magnified in front of her eyes. Qiao Nian suddenly felt a little hot, and her eyes darted around the corners of his lips that were raised as if he was smiling, which was quite dangerous and perverse.
Just then, a depressing voice suddenly interrupted.
It’s Qin Si.
"Ahem! I don't want to interrupt you two. But Mr. Wang, Sister Qiao, if you want to talk about love, can you go back to your room? I understand that you are in the honeymoon period, but you also have to consider the feelings of the majority of single dogs. It makes me feel uncomfortable..."
He died eight times in just one game because he was distracted and didn't play with his heart.
He dared to say anything, but Zhang Yang didn't. He pretended that he didn't see it. He was very sensible.
Gu San poured a glass of water for Qin Si and quickly advised him: "Mr. Qin, drink some water."
Ye Lan had a very pleased look on his face, completely like an elder just watching the fun.
Bo Jingxing leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said elegantly, "Isn't it? No one said anything, but you have an opinion. Hurry up and drink some water to cool yourself down. I'll tell my aunt that you want to fall in love, so you don't have to be sour here all day."
Qin Si thought of his mother and relatives at home, and immediately raised his hands to beg for mercy: "No, please let me go."
(End of this chapter)