Bai Qihong's goods were shipped smoothly, and Hua Ting naturally benefited.
She proudly said to Jian Yi: "Why does this tough life feel as smooth as cheating?"
Jian Yi just happened to bring a plate of dumplings out of the kitchen.
Although she didn't understand the word "cheating", she still said in a light tone: "It's just that Sister Hua is popular."
She wasn't serious at all, "With Sister Hua's communication skills , it seems that I still need to learn more from you.”
"What do you mean?"
Hua Ting suddenly raised her head and said, "You are mocking me."
When meeting these domineering and stubborn eyes, Jian Yi's eyes softened slightly, "I'm jealous."
"Ha" two dumplings filled my cheeks to the brim.
"Are you jealous?"
Hua Ting wanted to laugh.
She didn't even need to add a question mark, just use an affirmative sentence.
"Well" Jian Yi bent down, raised his right hand and hooked it around Hua Ting's neck, almost touching her ear and said, "This is unfair.
Sister Hua has never seemed jealous of me."
She was obviously jealous.
It's a full sentence, but it's said like a joke.
Hua Ting then thought of Shi Yin'ai, "What good food do you and I have?"
"Sister Hua has never been jealous of me," Jian Yi asked relentlessly.
After the dumplings were eaten, Hua Ting's lips curved into a playful expression, "That's right."
"It seems that I have failed as a man," Jian Yi picked up a dumpling with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, "I want to ask Sister Hua whether she loves me or not."
Hua Ting looked uninterested and changed the subject in the next second, "Now the warehouse on the North Bund is also under my control."
"Yeah" Jian Yi raised his eyebrows.
"When will we do it?"
Hua Ting's temperature dropped suddenly as he said this, "Send Bai Qihong to death."
"Now is not the time."
"When is the time?"
"Don't be anxious yet," Jian Yi glanced at her lazily, "But Mr.
Bai is your father, you are really capable of doing this."
"I told you he is not my father."
Jane also shrugged.
"It's your father who suddenly came here like this."
Thinking about it, Mrs.
Jian was quite pitiful.
"It doesn't matter, he can do whatever he wants."
He still shrugged, as if he had figured something out.
In fact, the more indifferent he is, the more important he is.
Hua Ting looked at him.
He also had fair skin, short dark hair, and the sideburns on both sides gave his outline a slightly tough look.
However, his facial features were soft lines, contradictory and charming.
When he smiled, there was a hint of romance in the corner of his mouth.
Nothing seemed to have changed, but she suddenly felt a little lonely.
If he didn't understand Jian Yi, how could he see through this boy's smile, which is naturally perfect and flawless, making it impossible to touch or guess.
Jian Maosheng's wedding was very lively.
The venue was set to be Yinxiang Building, where they first met.
It was now 7 pm, and the first floor of Yinxiang Building was full of guests.
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From the middle and senior managers of Sanxin Trading Company to the clerks and boys at the lowest level, everyone came over one after another.
To congratulate him on his birthday, the teahouse was packed with people.
In such a lively occasion, it is natural to invite prostitutes to come and drink wine, hold a banquet, sit on flowers, and drink wine from the moon.
Jian Maosheng had dozens of tickets filled out and sent to various brothels to recruit many celebrities to be eliminated.
The girls in Yinxiang Tower were no exception.
All of them came to socialize with each other dressed up.
Today, Nan Xiangyu has dressed up even more carefully.
Her makeup is not as glamorous as other prostitutes.
Instead, they pay more attention to light makeup and elegant clothing.
Since such an occasion was not suitable for wearing a Western-style wedding dress, she wore a goose-yellow silk cheongsam embroidered with gold flower patterns.
The eyebrows on the face are lightly swept, and the makeup is evenly applied.
With such light make-up and elegant clothes, she doesn't look like a prostitute who is on a business trip, nor does she look like a woman who is having the most important moment in her life, but more like a female student who has come to a school.
Perhaps in such a Yinxiang Building with a strong smell of powder, Nan Xiang Yusheng is better because of her innate elegance.
It is this elegance that makes her look different from ordinary prostitutes.
Today, Nan Xiangyu is extremely beautiful, and she also enjoys the feeling of being noticed by men.
A woman's beauty is always proven through men.
Men may not necessarily say it, but if their eyes won't roll when they see you, that's the best proof.
However, when she discovered that Lu Yu just glanced at her briefly and turned his head back, the feeling of enjoyment disappeared immediately.
Nan Xiangyu followed Jian Maosheng in holding the wine glass, and respectfully toasted to every guest present.
After several important people passed by, when it was Lu Yu's turn, she knew that he didn't usually like to drink.
When he was about to say tea instead of wine, But before he could speak, he had already politely declined: "I don't drink, Miss Nan, you don't have to respect me."
At that time, Nan Xiangyu was preparing to use her own style as a weapon to try to launch the first round of attack on the man she admired.
The charm of a prostitute is often inseparable from her graceful waist or breasts rippling in the spring breeze.
But Nan Xiangyu has never disdained to be so blatantly coquettish, she likes to convey affection with her eyes.
A pair of autumn-filled eyes and two spring-green eyebrows are the best tools for Nan Xiangyu to charm men.
However, before Nan Xiangyu had time to show this touching charm to Lu Yu, he had already rejected her toast.
Although there was still a smile on her face, that smile had condensed into frost on the glass in winter, beautiful and cold.
What made Nan Xiangyu even more uncomfortable was that although she was the protagonist today, Lu Yu's eyes were always on Hua Ting, who was sitting at the southeast seat at the third table after entering.
Although Miss Bai is good-looking, she lacks some femininity.
What does Lu Yu like about her?
Hua Ting focused on Mrs.
Jian.
Tonight, Mrs.
Jian unusually wore plain clothes, her hair was tied with an old jade hairpin, and there were no other decorations.
She stared at Nan Xiangyu intently, her brows slightly furrowed, and there was a strange hope in her trance-like despair.
Hua Ting tilted her head and met Nan Xiangyu's eyes.
She raised her head and looked at her with full eyes, frowning, and shook her head silently and slowly.
Even though the amplitude was very fancy, I was still slightly surprised.
Jian Yi rarely kept silent tonight.
He ate the food and cakes on the table without looking at Jian Maosheng from beginning to end.
"Hey, why do I feel like Nan Xiangyu is hostile to me?"
Hua Ting touched him with her elbow.
Jian Yi then looked up and looked for Nan Xiangyu's figure, "hostility" "I don't know what to say," Hua Ting followed his gaze and picked up a piece of pastry.
"There was something wrong with the way she looked at me just now."
As smart as Jian Yi said, "Because of Lu Yu."
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He pointed at the direction where Lu Yu was sitting with the tail of his chopsticks.
"Because of him."
Hua Ting tilted her head and caught Lu Yu's line of sight.
"It seems that I am not an expert at gossip."
Jian Maosheng was very happy tonight.
After three rounds of drinking, his face turned red and he looked particularly festive.
Hua Ting really couldn't guess whether he liked the child in Nan Xiangyu's belly or Nan Xiangyu herself.
Looking at Mrs.
Bai sitting across from her, she thought of her great-grandmother Zhao Yiran.
If her great-aunt was still in Shanghai, Mrs.
Bai's fate would probably be the same as Mrs.
Jian's.
Thinking of this, Hua Ting turned her attention back to Jian Yi's face next to her.
She thought that she might have to travel back to the 21st century in the future.
Jian Yi would not be a bachelor for the rest of his life.
Let's not say why.
Purpose, the incense of the Jian family should be renewed, right?
I can't help but feel sour in my heart.
"What are you looking at?"
Jian Yi sensitively looked at her with some peripheral vision.
"Nothing, just eat."
The tall enamel silver plates on the table are strewn with fresh and plump fruits and crystal-clear pastries.
The tea is the jade dew given by the imperial tribute in the past.
The tea needles with exposed white hairs spread out like life, floating in the sky, and finally falling and settling like jade.
Cup Dihua felt inexplicably sad for a while.
"The day after tomorrow, Yin Ai and I will go to Hong Kong."
"What?"
The cup in Hua Ting's hand trembled slightly, and was held firmly by a hand that came in from the side.
Jian Yi put the cup back on the wooden table and repeated in a calm tone, "Go to Hong Kong the day after tomorrow."
He spoke very softly, so softly that only she could hear it.
"I'll go too."
"I know."
"Uh" suddenly realized the embarrassment.
The reason why she lost her composure just now was not because he mentioned Shi Yin'ai, but because the word "Hong Kong" reminded her of the extremely stubborn face under the big armored hat.
Chen Shu.
I wonder how he is doing.
To be continued.
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