Chapter 226 The day after tomorrow is his birthday!

  After this introduction, the smile in Qiao Mu's eyes grew stronger, his thin lips raised, and he nodded pretentiously, "Well, I have seen it, I have an impression!"

  I am deeply impressed. I just ‘slept’ in the same room last night.

  Ling Zihuan lowered his head to flip through the menu, turning a blind eye to Qiao Mu. Sister Seventeen was so smart that she couldn't reveal any flaws.

  The little girl refuses to admit it, she just doesn't want to care about her second uncle today.

   Ordered coffee, Yan Shiqi told Qiao Mu the purpose of looking for him.

   Hearing the words, he lifted his thin lips, and his handsome face smiled playfully, “I think it’s something important, don’t worry, wrap it around me, I will pass it on to you before tomorrow night.”

  Brothers and sisters, really attentive to the fourth child.

  He is envious!

  Thinking about this, Qiao Mu picked up the coffee cup and looked through the rim of the cup to the little girl who had been drinking strawberry milkshake with her head down.

  He found that the little girl’s eyes were really beautiful, with thin and thick eyelashes, flickering flickering, melting like a galaxy.

   "Then trouble second brother!"

   got Qiao Mu's answer, Yan Shiqi's eyes flashed with joy, and she thanked her, but she couldn't help but look forward to it.

  The day after tomorrow is his birthday.

  She wanted to give him a unique birthday gift.

  Qiao Mu retracted his gaze from Ling Zihuan, put down the cup, and looked at Yan Shiqi with a smile: "What are you polite to me, but these things you want make me look forward to your use."

  Yan Shiqi smiled and did not answer, there was a clear light in Yingrun's eyes.

  She is also looking forward to it!

  Sitting quietly for a few minutes, Qiao Mu's voice was a little itchy, and he found that every time he was with the little girl, he always wanted to smoke.

  He slid his Adam's apple, took out a cigarette case, and played with it in his hand.

  Just as he was about to speak, Ling Zihuan glanced at his action of pinching cigarettes, wringed his brows, and choked, "No smoking here!"

  The tone is horizontal.

  Qiao Mu, who was holding a cigarette and didn’t plan to smoke: "..."

  Yan Shiqi gave a glance, looked sideways at Ling Zihuan's bulging cheeks, and looked at her with some interest.

  The little girl has a bad temper today.

  Is it a period of menstruation and emotional instability?

  But, she drank a milkshake with ice...

  At this time, Ling Zihuan also noticed her gaffe. She smiled at Yan Shiqi and pointed her index finger to the wall, “Well, that’s no smoking.”

  Yan Shiqi hadn't spoken yet, Qiao Mu casually stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case, and put it into his suit pocket by the way, moving like clouds and flowing water in one go.

  Haha, don’t make the little girl embarrassed!

  "Brother sister, besides this matter, do you have anything else to help with?"

   "Nothing else, Brother Xie can help." Yan Shiqi smiled and shook his head.

  Qiao Mu got up and said, "You are welcome, there is still something to do with our company, so I will go back first."

  The words fell, he handed Ling Zihuan a ‘you know’ look deeply in his eyes, and he shook his phone profoundly, straightened out his suit jacket, and walked away broadly.

   Sending away Qiao Mu, Ling Zihuan couldn't sit still a bit.

   Just now the second uncle's eyes were full of threats, it was clear that she was letting her go with him.

  But...No way, Sister Seventeen hasn't agreed to her leaving yet.

  Sister is much more important than second uncle!

  Ling Zihuan, who was nervous and panicked, heard Yan Shiqi say: "Huanhuan, I need you to help me tomorrow."

   Upon hearing this, the little girl straightened her back immediately. She stopped drinking the milkshake and didn't wipe her mouth. She looked at Yan Shiqi very seriously, "Sister, you order, I will go up to the sword and the pan!"

  Yan Shiqi: "..."

  It’s not like letting her go to learn the scriptures.

  ……

  Ling Zihuan walked out of the cafe, ten minutes later.

  Yan Shiqi left early. She made an excuse to go to the bathroom. After a while, she left the house unhurriedly.

The weather in late autumn was always windy inexplicably. She stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, her hair was blown out, her smoky eyes patrolled around, and she faintly saw a pair of leather shoes exposed at the corner of the corner, pouting The schoolbag belt, paced over...

good night.

  Spicy: There is no such thing as amnesia.

  (End of this chapter)