Chapter 417 How Old Are You This Year?

Qiao Qing nodded slightly, accepting his apology.

When she turned around, she put her hands back into her trouser pockets, looked at Luo Chen beside her and said, "Go eat."

Lou Zhan stroked his white beard, looked at Qiao Qing's back and smiled.

Then he turned around and walked in front of Lou Yufei, sighed, and said with hatred:

"Little friend Qiao Qing didn't argue with you, so you can go back with me. If there is another time, I will resort to family law!"

Hearing the family law, Lou Yufei shuddered for a moment, got up with all her strength, and followed Lou Zhan away in desperation.

On the way Qiao Qing and Luo Chen walked towards the restaurant, there were loud footsteps behind them.

Luo Chen turned his head and took a look, and saw a large group of people following behind him.

In addition to Qiao Qing's car fans and book fans, there are also hundreds of ancient martial arts fans who followed Lou Yufei and were selected as Lou's disciples.

Seeing this group of people, Luo Chen immediately rolled his eyes, "What are you guys doing next?"

A group of ancient martial arts fans were quite embarrassed when they heard the words, and the leader looked at Qiao Qing's back with burning eyes, "War God, can you teach us ancient martial arts?"

Qiao Qing didn't turn her head, kept walking, and ignored them.

Luo Chen curled his lips, "Where's your face?! Didn't you just say that Qingqing said you were quite happy?! Whoever recruited you, you can go to someone to learn?!"

The book fans and car fans on the side echoed: "That's right! Just now you scolded our sister Qing, but in a blink of an eye Lou Yufei is no good, and then begged our sister Qing to teach Gu Wu, is there anyone thicker than you?!"

As soon as he said this, the embarrassment on the faces of the ancient martial arts fans became more serious, but they still did not leave.

"Qing...Sister Qing, we were wrong, we didn't make excuses, we were wrong, can you ignore the past and teach us ancient martial arts? We really admire you!"

"So are we! So are we!"

A crowd of ancient martial arts fans echoed.

While talking, Qiao Qing had already walked to the restaurant.

A group of people surrounded Qiao Qing attentively, one of them supported Qiao Qing's shoulders and sat her down on a chair. Many people took out their campus cards and said, "Sister Qing, what do you eat and drink? I'll buy it for you!"

"Sister Qing, are you hot? I'll fan you!"

The corners of Luo Chen's lips twitched, looking at the man who fanned Qiao Qing with his hands, he said, "It's November!"

Everyone present laughed out loud.

Not long after, a large number of people rushed towards us with their plates.

"Sister Qing, I gave you Coca-Cola Chicken Wings!"

"Miss Qing, braised pork!"

"Miss Qing..."

Qiao Qing frowned, "I don't have time to teach you ancient martial arts."

Luo Chen immediately said: "That's right! Qingqing still has her own affairs, and she's busy enough to teach me one, so how can she take care of you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attracted a circle of envious and jealous eyes.

In the end, all the ancient martial arts fans still couldn't get Qiao Qing to let go of teaching them ancient martial arts, and all sighed and ate their meals.

Qiao Qing ordered another meal, and just sat down and took a few bites when a man with a delicate face and earrings sat across from him.

Qiao Qing didn't intend to talk to him at first, but unexpectedly the other party struck up a conversation with her, "Your name is Qiao Qing?"

Qiao Qing paused for a moment with the hand holding the chopsticks, nodded her head and said "Yes".

Hearing this, Luo Chen looked up at the man in front of him, "What do you want?"

The man put his elbows on the back of the seat and looked at Qiao Qing with great interest, "How old are you this year?"

Eight watch, good night.