Chapter 982 An Idea with Ye Lan
Outside the Nine Institutes, Ye Wuchuan had just finished dealing with the matter at hand.
Qin Si and Bo Jingxing were also there, and the three made an appointment to find a club nearby for tea.
The light scented tea just came, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing. The man was leaning on the leather sofa behind him, his body was lazy and casual, he was holding a mobile phone, and seemed to be reading news.
Qin Si originally thought of setting up a wine party, but in the end, he was forced to drink tea two to one. He had no interest in the tea ceremony. He held up the delicate and small tea cup like a cow to drink, dried it in one gulp, knocked the cup on the table, and waited for the tea ceremony master in Hanfu to brew it again for him.
A handsome face with a cynical expression, complaining impatiently: "I said you two are only in your twenties, how do you live like an old man. Isn't Lanting delicious? You have to come here for tea .I didn't drink the tea here and it's different from the tea I made at home, it's not just a few leaves floating in the water."
"Tsk, you can just talk to us here, don't say that when you go out." Bo Jingxing was wearing a blue shirt, buttoned to the top of the collar, and his slender neck was tucked into the collar of the shirt, giving people a look A strong sense of abstinence, looks serious and gentleman.
Qin Si sneered at his gentle and scumbag appearance: "What if the young master said, I don't believe they dare to bite me."
He glanced at Bo Jingxing, who had been so relaxed, and slapped his mouth again, saying, "I said, can you not pretend to be a jerk? When I was a child, I fought with Lao Tzu and rode on the head of labor and capital, where is the ruthlessness of beating others? With a string of Buddha beads, you can recite Amitabha Buddha with Lao Tzu."
This man, Bo Jingxing, has a very similar temperament to that of an arrogant grandfather.
However, this person, Mr. Wang, seems to be easy to get along with in front of Sister Qiao, and in front of outsiders, the aura of the whole body exudes a temperament that is not easy to mess with.
Unlike Bo Jingxing, who always looks like a smiling face, as if humans and animals are harmless.
But looking at the entire Beijing city, who doesn't know that the first one who can't be provoked is an arrogant master, and the second one that can't be provoked is his smiling tiger.
A stomach full of bad water, dying!
Qin Si picked up the slap-sized teacup again and drank it irritably. After only ten minutes, he couldn't sit still.
After complaining about Bo Jingxing, he turned his gaze to the man on the opposite sofa who was leisurely playing with his mobile phone. He rolled his eyes, as if remembering it, and asked, "By the way, what about Miss Qiao, are you at home today?"
The man playing with the phone raised his head, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Qin Si didn't realize the danger, and continued to test back and forth on the edge of death: "If she is at home, I will go to your place to play games with her later."
"Not here." Ye Wuchuan put down the phone, tapped his beautiful fingers on the side of the phone, leaned back lazily, and looked at Qin Si: "She went out to watch the show."
"Watching the show?" Qin Si's mind didn't turn around for a while, mainly because he didn't associate Qiao Nian with watching the show. He was dazed for a second before he realized it, and suddenly realized: "You mean the show of Seven?"
Someone in his family had also seen it, and probably knew about it.
But he, a big man, is not interested in watching shows.
Qin Si was a little surprised that Qiao Nian liked Seven: "Sister Qiao likes Seven things? I see that she usually goes out with either a sweater or a T-shirt. I thought she didn't like these things. It seems that women are all the same, they all like clothes and bags. Bags and jewelry. It's alright, if she likes it, I'll give her some some other day."