Outside the Ninth Institute, Ye Wangchuan had just finished dealing with the matters at hand.
Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there, and the three of them made an appointment to have tea at a club nearby.
The light scented tea had just been served, and the aroma filled the air. The man was leaning on the leather sofa behind him, looking lazy and casual, holding his cell phone, seemingly reading a message.
Qin Si originally wanted to have a drinking party, but in the end he was dragged to drink tea. He had no interest in the tea ceremony, so he picked up the delicate and small teacup and drank it like a cow, then knocked the cup on the table and waited for the tea ceremony master in Hanfu to brew him a new cup.
A handsome face with a cynical expression complained impatiently: "You two are only in your twenties, why do you live like old men? Isn't Lanting fragrant? Why do you have to come here to drink tea? I can't tell the difference between the tea here and the one I brew at home, it's just a few leaves floating in the water."
"Tsk, just say this here, don't say it outside." Bo Jingxing was wearing a blue shirt with the top button buttoned to the collar. His slender neck was wrapped in the shirt collar, giving people a strong sense of abstinence. He looked serious and gentlemanly.
Qin Si sneered at his gentlemanly appearance: "Whatever I said, I don't believe they dare to bite me."
He glanced at the well-behaved Bo Jingxing, smacked his lips and said, "I say, can you stop pretending? Where is the ferocity you had when you fought with me as a kid and beat me up? Now I give you a string of Buddhist beads, can you say Amitabha to me?"
This man, Bo Jingxing, has a personality very similar to that of Wang Ye.
But Wang Ye is a person who only looks easy to get along with in front of Sister Qiao. In front of outsiders, his aura gives off a feeling that he is not someone who is easy to mess with.
Unlike Bo Jingxing, who always looks smiling and harmless.
But looking at the entire Beijing city, everyone knows that the first person you should not mess with is Wang Ye, and the second person you should not mess with is this smiling tiger.
He is full of bad intentions.
Qin Si picked up the palm-sized teacup again and drank it all in an impatient gulp. After only ten minutes, he could no longer sit still.
After complaining about Bo Jingxing, he set his eyes on the man who was leisurely playing with his phone on the sofa opposite him. His eyes rolled, and as if he remembered something, he asked, "By the way, Mr. Wang, where is Sister Qiao? Is she home today?"
The man who was playing with his cell phone raised his head, his narrowed eyes looked dangerous.
Qin Si hadn't realized the danger yet, and continued to test the edge of death: "If she is at home, I will go to your place to play games with her later."
"Not here." Ye Wangchuan put down the phone, tapped the side of the phone with his beautiful fingers, leaned back lazily, and looked at Qin Si: "She went out to watch a show."
"Watching a show?" Qin Si's mind was confused for a moment, mainly because he didn't associate Qiao Nian with watching a show. It took him a second to react and suddenly realized: "You mean the SEVEN show?"
Some of his family members also went to see it and probably knew about it.
But as a grown man, he has no interest in watching the show.
Qin Si was a little surprised that Qiao Nian liked SEVEN: "Sister Qiao, do you like SEVEN's things? I saw that she usually wears sweatshirts or T-shirts when she goes out, so I thought she didn't like these things. It seems that women are all the same, they all like clothes, bags and jewelry. It's okay, if she likes, I'll give her a few things someday."
(End of this chapter)