Ye Qingluo coughed lightly and reminded Yan Xiaoyi: "Since Young Master Xi has no objection, let's not mention the marriage for now. The most important thing for us right now is to save the wound..."
"You don't mind?" Qiao Jin stood up abruptly, his face was ashen, and he stared at Xi Shanglan coldly, "Have you ever thought that Xiao Yi has the title of your fiancee, but you haven't married her for a long time, and you are here In the eyes of outsiders, what will it look like?"
"And you!"
Qiao Jin's arrow pointed directly at Ye Qingluo: "Xiaoyi is not only your member of the troupe, but also your friend. How can you dedicate her life's happiness to the Tianxia League?"
Qiao Jin's unreasonable rage made several people fall silent.
Even Limao, who was fluttering butterflies in the flower group, looked over.
Seeing three people staring at Qiao Jin all the time, no one spoke.
The glass cat hopped around, flipped over the bamboo pole deftly, and jumped directly to Ye Qingluo's side.
Immediately imitating Ye Qingluo's expression, she stared at Qiao Jin.
Confused by Limao's words, the eyes of several people were staggered.
Qiao Jin clenched his fists, and said in a low voice: "Qing Luo, your consideration is not thorough. It will be a matter of time before Young Master Xi and Xiao Yi get married. Since Young Master Xi is willing to let Xiao Yi pass her The life I want to live, the twentieth of this month... "
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap stopped Qiao Jin's rambling words.
Yan Xiaoyi raised her hands high, her delicate body trembling slightly, staring fiercely at this... a man who was plain in appearance, but with such bright and charming eyes.
There were bursts of burning pain in the palm.
The slender five fingers tightened one by one, gradually clenched into a fist.
She raised her head high, her eyes were red, and she looked at Qiao Jin coldly, with an extremely cold smile on her lips.
Qiao Jin's cheeks were already red and swollen.
There was even a trace of blood seeping from his lips.
It is enough to see how hard Yan Xiaoyi's slap was.
However, Qiao Jin didn't seem to notice the severe pain caused by that slap, but just stared at Yan Xiaoyi with his eyes bewildered.
"Qiao Jin, when will I get married and when will I get married? That's my business, not yours." Yan Xiaoyi said word by word in a cold voice.
There was a strong anger in her tone.
"I..." Qiao Jin's thin lips trembled, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Yan Xiaoyi's wrist, wanting to explain.
But before he stretched out his hand.
Yan Xiaoyi had already shaken him off in extreme annoyance: "Enough... It's really enough!"
There was another sound, the crisp sound of skin colliding.
The back of Qiao Jin's hand was flushed red.
Yan Xiaoyi clenched her fiery palms, and stubbornly raised her head high.
Her gaze was cold and cold, without any warmth or emotion.
A few harsh words popped out between the teeth: "Qiao Jin, you don't need to like me, but please don't trample on my feelings for you."
Inside the gazebo, there was a dead silence.
Ye Qingluo's surprised eyes turned back and forth on Qiao Jin and Yan Xiaoyi.
Is it possible...
Last night, what happened between them was not just as simple as Yan Xiaoyi said
Yan Xiaoyi, she... confessed
Confess that you like Qiao Jin
Seeing Qiao Jin's expression of no surprise, Ye Qingluo understood.
Yan Xiaoyi did express her heart to Qiao Jin last night.
After confessing, she was blessed by her beloved man, and she was happy with another man...
It's no wonder Yan Xiaoyi is so abnormal today.
If it were her instead.
I'm afraid she's already gone mad.
What exactly does Qiao Jin want to do
He would refuse Yan Xiaoyi's voluntary confession, and use this method to hurt Yan Xiaoyi