Chapter 5934 A Good Old White Tea

Tangning watched her swaying figure, took a sip of champagne, frowned and sighed, "What a strong sip of old white tea."

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An hour later.

Ye Wangchuan and Qiao Nian appeared in Zhang Yang's game.

Don't look at the fact that Zhang Yang went to each place to say hello before people came, asking them to open the windows for ventilation, not smoking, making loud noises, and not drinking like crazy.

But when people actually arrived, he was extremely low-key and didn't let anyone know that the 'friend' he was waiting for had already arrived.

"Miss Qiao, Mr. Wang. There is billiards over there. Miss Qiao, want to play?" Zhang Yang led the way and pointed to the billiard table in the distance.

Qiao Nian had previously demonstrated his ability to clear the ball with one shot, and he still remembered it freshly. He was looking forward to Qiao Nian showing off his skills today.

Who knew that before Qiao Nian could speak, Ye Wangchuan took her over and refused for her: "Not today, she is not feeling well. Find a quiet place and we can leave."

"Ms. Qiao has a cold?" Zhang Yang then noticed that Qiao Nian was wearing a mask. His exposed eyes did not show fatigue, but he could tell that he was not very energetic.

Without waiting for Ye Wangchuan and Qiao Nian to answer, he turned around and said, "There are green plants over there, the air is fresh, and it's quieter."

"Um."

Ye Wangchuan responded, finally hearing it.

The two followed him.

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Zhang Yang led them to the booth, only to be annoyed that Yan Zhengxuan and the others were still here. With so many people there now, it was hard for him to clear the place directly.

After all, Qiao Nian likes to be quiet, so clearing the place directly will inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He hesitated for a moment and quickly made up his mind.

"Master Wang, there are a few outsiders here. Do you need to go to the terrace with Miss Qiao to play?" He asked Ye Wangchuan's opinion first.

It was approaching evening, and the sunset outside filled the sky with a unique scenery.

It’s just that it’s relatively high here and the wind is quite strong.

Ye Wangchuan only glanced outside and refused.

"It's okay, it's right here."

He took a cup from the coffee table, glanced at the dazzling tower of spirits and champagne on the table, then raised his hand and put it back.

Tell Zhang Yang: "Help me get a new tea set."

"Okay." Zhang Yang agreed and looked at Qiao Nian subconsciously. His mind was a little faster than his mouth. Before speaking, he remembered that Ye Wangchuan casually mentioned having a cold, and then silently shut up: "I'll go again. Make a glass of lemonade."

Ye Wangchuan had already taken out the thermos cup from his coat, unscrewed the cap, poured a glass of water and handed it to Qiao Nian.

"Drink water to moisten your throat."

He wears a white shirt with black casual pants, a pair of retro Martin boots, and a light gray windbreaker. He has a cool and elegant temperament.

It's eye-catching from the moment you walk in.

Someone noticed something and subconsciously looked at Yan Zhengxuan, who had a similar temperament to him.

Before this unidentified young man came in, Yan Zhengxuan was undoubtedly the best among the group, and he had a perfect grasp of the temperament of a noble son in the Beijing circle.

But from the moment this man came in, Yan Zhengxuan was outclassed.

Qiao Nian frowned and pushed away. The face hidden behind the mask was expressionless and her voice was hoarse: "I don't want to drink."

"Don't want to drink at all?" He tilted his head slightly, his hair was a little messy, his head was slightly lowered, his collar was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbones, and his stern face looked even more mysterious under the light.

"Yeah." Qiao Nian took out his phone and planned to play a game.