Chapter 183 Brother Yan opens up? The serious little Tang monk (1 more)

  On December 31, after many days of haze and fog, Yuncheng is rarely a sunny day.

Qiao Aiyun stood at the door and watched Fu Shencha leave. She was reluctant to turn around and prepare to enter the house. Winter eyes fell on her body. She didn't feel warm. The cold wind blew her and the cold made her shiver. She was about to enter the house. Stopped by someone...

   "Ai Yun." Yan Wangchuan stood three steps away from her with a cold face, wondering what he was going to do?

  Qiao Wangbei consciously entered the house.

   "What's wrong?" Tomorrow New Year's Day will be a holiday, and today is the last working day. She asked Song Jingren to deliver the property.

  There are still a few houses to be transferred. It is estimated that it will take a busy day.

   Yan Wangchuan hesitated for a moment, walked to his car, opened the passenger car door, and took out a bunch of roses from inside.

  Qiao Aiyun's face suddenly panicked.

  She is not a little girl anymore, she is divorced again, and she is no longer young. At this age, she is suddenly pursued, and her heart is a little strange.

  Qiao Wangbei stood by the window and saw Yan Wangchuan holding a bouquet of roses and lowering his head to fiddle with the carving knife.

  If he sends something weird, he really wants to shoot it with a throwing knife.

  Kill him.

   deserves to be alone.

  Actually, Yan Wangchuan didn't look down on Fu Chen. He felt that he was thoughtful and cunning, but that day he gave a bunch of white tea, which Qiao Aiyun held all the time, which clearly liked it.

  He held the rose and walked to her, handed the flower to her, "Send you."

  Qiao Aiyun stood there, a little embarrassed.

  The person in front of him had a stern face. If she hadn't held a flower in her arms, she thought she was here to collect debt.

   "Thank you." After a few seconds, Qiao Aiyun reached out and took the flower.

   "This." Yan Wangchuan took out a velvet box from his pocket again, with the words Yan's jewelry printed on it.

  "I really can't accept this." Yan Ji jewelry only does high-end customization. The cheapest items in his house are tens of thousands.

"dislike?"

   Strictly look at Chuan's eyebrows.

  Fu Shen's words really couldn't be believed.

  He thought about it for a long time, but still called Fu Chen and asked how to make her happy. After all, the day Fu Chen ate the hot pot, he really made her happy.

  Fu Shen said, there is no woman who doesn't like flower jewelry.

  Is this kid really cheating himself?

   Yan Wangchuan gave a gift for the first time, but he was rejected. At this moment, the mood was complicated, and it appeared on his face, even more coldly and solemnly.

  He stood there, clutching the box, and his whole body was cold.

   "It's not that I don't like it, it's too expensive, I will charge it."

   "Not expensive." Yan Wangchuan corrected.

   "I really can't ask for this." I have troubled him these days, and Qiao Aiyun is embarrassed to take him.

   "I personally designed it, originally it was meant to be given to you, more than two thousand yuan."

  He is very stubborn and has a stubborn temper. He will never take things back when he takes them out.

  The two stood in a stalemate at the door for more than two minutes. Qiao Aiyun had no choice but to reach out and take it, "Thank you, I will invite you to dinner another day."

   "I will be free today." Yan Wangchuan said solemnly and seriously.

  Qiao Aiyun was taken aback, "Then have dinner together today?"

"it is good."

   Yan Wangchuan suddenly felt that his life was fulfilled.

  Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath and walked into the house holding the flowers.

  She will go out later, put the roses in the living room, take the jewelry upstairs, and change clothes by the way.

  Qiao Wangbei saw Yan Wangchuan grabbing the roses with his big hands, lifted the white camellia that was originally on the coffee table in the living room and threw it away, and inserted his own rose into the vase.

  He raised his eyebrows.

  It's so boring and awkward.

  After Qiao Aiyun arrived upstairs, she opened the jewelry box, a bracelet with gems inlaid with it. It is not two or three hundred thousand to buy, two thousand yuan? Is he teasing her?

She took some documents and prepared to go out to do business, Qiao Wangbei hurriedly said, "Brother, Ai Yun is going out to do business, and she has to meet that Song Jingren. Aren’t you okay today? Come with her, I guess. Very busy."

  Qiao Aiyun just wanted to refuse, Yan Wangchuan already took the car key, "Let's go."

  ……

  After getting in the car

  Qiao Aiyun asked about the price of the bracelet, "...Brother, that bracelet is really too expensive, and it's not worth two thousand yuan at all."

   "Twenty-two years ago, it was at this price."

  Qiao Aiyun was taken aback.

  Is this the gift he gave to himself more than 20 years ago?

  He just said that he designed it himself. Her bracelet is complicated in style, and the design is very festive and delightful, even if the two had a marriage contract that year, he was going to give it to himself.

  She was a little bit sour in her heart, but she felt warm.

  Some people have been thinking about how they feel, it’s good.

  She tilted her head and looked out the window, "I didn't expect you to give me these..."

  Today’s gift-giving style is not his style at all.

"dislike?"

   "No, it just doesn't feel like your style."

   "I want to make you happy, my style can be changed."

  Qiao Aiyun's eyes were hot, and she almost shed tears.

  Treat her like this, is she really worth having such a man?

  Yan Wangchuan Yu Guang glanced at her and saw that she had been looking out the window, as if she didn't want to talk to herself, frowned slightly, what did she say wrong?

  ……

  Qiao Aiyun and Song Jingren are in front of the Yuncheng Administration Building. This is a comprehensive office area, and various government departments have set up offices here, which is very convenient for the people.

  Song Jingren bought a BMW temporarily, but because he wanted to see Qiao Aiyun, he cleaned it up.

These days, he has been overwhelmed by company affairs, can’t eat, and begs everywhere. In the past, small businesses that he didn’t look down on were kept behind closed doors. Recently, the bank frequently came to collect debts. If he fails to repay the debts overdue, I am afraid that the company will have to wind up and go bankrupt. ...

  He has seen the contacts of the Qiao family these days, he was moved, and wanted to ask Qiao Aiyun.

  He deliberately closed it up. Even though he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, he did not lose sight of the old fashioned look. The frustration exuded from his bones gave him a sense of depression and depression.

After Qiao Aiyun got off the car, Yan Wangchuan insisted on staying with her. She had no choice but to let him follow.

  Song Jingren was overjoyed when she saw Qiao Aiyun coming over, but she just caught a glimpse of the person behind her, her face suddenly collapsed.

  In contrast, it pales in comparison.

  It's just that she and Qiao Aiyun have divorced at this time, even if they feel uncomfortable, they can't say it to them, and his body trembles with anger.

   Yan Wangchuan glanced at him.

  A suit, a BMW car, and a watch worth millions?

  Is it not enough to crack down? It seems to have to work harder.

  Ghost knew that Song Jingren was just getting something to fill the front.

  Yan Wangchuan followed. Song Jingren just wanted to say a few words to Qiao Aiyun. He endured it for a long time, then opened his mouth, "Well... how about night or night?"

  Qiao Aiyun glanced at Song Jingren with a look of brain damage.

  What about my daughter, what does it matter to you?

  She ignored him at all, took the number plate, and queued up for business.

   Yan Wangchuan watched him deflated, feeling happy, but his face was solemn.

  **

  Song Feng arrived at the airport late and before boarding the plane, they called Qiao Aiyun, got on the plane, asked the stewardess for a blanket, put on a blindfold, and was ready to go to bed.

  She went abroad last time when she was ten years old. She said she was going out to play, that is, she was on a business trip with Song Jingren. She had been in the hotel. She was naturally excited to be able to go out this time. She slept late last night and became drowsy on the plane.

   Fu Shen tilted his head to look at her, so he fell asleep like this?

   Soon he heard the sound of even breathing coming from his side, and he also held the "Clean Heart Mantra" in his hand, but his heart was always unable to calm down.

  He gently rubbed his fingers on the title page of the Buddhist scriptures, and then moved half an inch to Song Fengwan's side, rubbing his fingers gently against her...

  She seemed ignorant, Fu Chen tickled her little finger and held her entire hand in her hand. It was warm and soft, and the hand felt very good.

  They were not in first-class cabin. They and Shi Fang were sitting in a row. Shi Fang was wearing headphones. Yu Guang caught sight of Fu Chen sneaking on other people's hands, and couldn't help but be speechless.

  How long is it to go out now, can't help but start to move?

   "Hmm—" Xu Shi felt a little uncomfortable with his hand held. Song Feng chucked warmly in the evening and adjusted his posture. The head that was originally leaning against the window tilted towards Fu Shen.

  Fu Shen stretched out his hand, passed her long arm through her neck, and drew her to his shoulder...

  Song Feng Wan’s head touched his shoulder, moved a little, his arm moved, and it lay across Fu Chen's chest.

  He became stiff, and then pursed his lips.

  Fu lowered his eyes and could clearly see her soft and light pink lips, glowing with seductive luster.

  His throat rolled.

   lowered her eyes and pecked on her lips.

  Sit up straight and saw Shifang staring at him.

  A cold-eyed shot in the past, Shi Fang sat down angrily.

  Fuck me, that look is to kill people?

  **

  The plane arrives at the airport, and you need to take a car to reach the town where the ski resort is located.

  The ski resort is located at an altitude of more than two thousand meters, and you need to rely on alpine cable cars or hiking trails to enter.

  Ski resorts, but deserted.

  Song Feng lay on the cable car in the evening, looking down below, snow-capped mountains and pine waves, and the sky was blue as blue, which made people feel relaxed and relaxed.

   "Lin Bai and Huaisheng have already stayed in the hotel. They are in the restaurant. They will eat later and you will rest. There is also a hot spring here. If you like, you can go to the bubble at night."

  Fu Shen looked down at Duan Linbai’s information.

  His WeChat Fu Shen was blocked. After opening WeChat, he discovered that he had sent 99+ messages to himself.

  Cut out the emoticon, and almost always scold him for the rest.

  【Fu San, you are such a bastard. Where did you get the little monk? I'm going to be killed by him. 】

  【I will really kill people, don’t you know if this little Tang monk’s meat smells good? 】

  ……

  【Don't pretend to be dead, you come out for me, come out for Lao Tzu! 】

  Fu Shen raised his eyebrows, scolded himself 17 times, and then sent more than a hundred emoticons to swipe the screen. Did he think he didn't look at his phone at all?

  **

  Fu Shen and his party got off the cable car, walked 100 meters, and arrived at the hotel. The hotel has two floors. It looks small, a bit of a sense of fame, light luxury style, low-key elegance.

  Song Fengwan shrank in a scarf, and the cold wind raged, making people tremble.

  After the three people arrived at the hotel, they opened the door, and Song Fengwan saw a bright little brain.

   "Sister—" Huaisheng was drinking milk tea, and seeing Song Fengwan, jumped down and rushed to hug her leg.

   "When did you arrive?"

   "Last night, that uncle brought me here." He pointed to Duan Linbai who was leaning against the fire to keep warm.

  He was wrapped in a blanket, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.

   "Brother Duan." Song Fengwan greeted him with a smile, "Did you sleep well last night?"

  Duan Lin Bai gave an angry smile.

  The little monk got up and chanted at five o'clock, he could sleep a lot.

   "I got up too early today." Duan Linbai got up very angry, and was still in a bad mood at the moment.

  Fu Shen walked over and kicked him. How do you talk?

  Duan Linbai immediately sat up straight, and this day was too much for him.

   "In fact, we took a shower, and Uncle Duan hasn't slept all the time. He has been lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, so he doesn't listen to persuasion." Huaisheng looked like he was teaching the child.

  Duan Linbai is a night owl, it is normal to stay up late.

  "He has been looking at Miss Sister on the phone, and what gifts he will give to others."

female anchor?

  Song Fengwan looked at Duan Linbai with something wrong.

  "Little monk, don't talk nonsense, it's all from my company's team, I just look at it casually." Duan Linbai also works on weekdays, so how can I watch any female anchors?

  It's just that the company has set up an anchor platform under the company. He inspected their work. He also watched many male anchors. Why does this monk only remember those women?

  Since I have entered the live broadcast room and I am a small boss, I have to make a gift.

   "Those little sisters, always want to kiss him, okay... he's so frivolous..." Huaisheng is a serious villain.

  In his heart, Duan Linbai is already a stubborn person.

  Duan Linbai vomits blood, whoever gives him a knife, he will kill the monk.

  Brother open up? Does not exist, haha~

  The second prodigal son is about to die with anger, ruining his reputation...

  **

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  (End of this chapter)