C367 Weasel and Fat Toot

Ann Qianxi saw such a dreamy stage, holding the dress, because of the headache and drowsiness, in the chair had a strange dream.

Of course, she didn't know why she had such a dream.

In the dream, the five-star hotel's hundreds of bright lights were dazzling, the red carpet was extended all the way, a pair of shiny leather shoes were placed on top of it, looking up at the man with a majestic demeanor, beside him was a skirted Armani dress, and the girl was holding his arm with a faint smile.

She stretched her snow-white swan neck and followed the middle-aged man in the seat with her eyes.

Ann Qianxi eased up a lot when she saw her stepfather's smile. She smiled. Today was the day of her engagement.

Qianxi felt the warm fluid in her heart moistening and blurring her eyes. Although she was her stepfather, since the death of her father, he had always treated her like his own daughter. Even though the family was ugly, and her uncle was with her mother after her father's death, Qianxi did not care, because in her eyes, they loved each other.

Compared to the ambiguous relationship, I prefer that kind of decisiveness. It's best to be gentle, but it's fine to be indifferent. Most of the time, he wasn't actually afraid of being hurt, he just wanted a more straightforward result. The feeling of being hanged was nothing but direct brutality. A person's greatest despair had never been to experience all the pain and sorrow. But after every disappointment, he always felt that he still had hope.

The engagement ceremony went on exceptionally smoothly. They chatted, laughed, and toasted each other. He was like a tree that was swaying in the wind. The two of them had just met and met by chance. From afar, they saw their good sister Ye Yuni walking over to them.

Originally, Qianxi's father should have been surnamed Cheng with his sister's surname, but after her mother's death, Qianxi's father's surname and his sister's surname continued to be the same. Compared to his sister's delicate and pretty and estranged appearance, his sister had a myriad of different kinds of amorous feelings, and her radiance shot out in all directions.

Qianxi immediately held her sister's hand. From her point of view, this engagement was also to celebrate the return of her good sister. Three years ago, a fire had destroyed her looks and she had disappeared.

The limited edition Chanel dress, with its first-class cutting, accentuated the graceful devilish figure. She tossed the wisp of purple hair in her hand into the air and smiled brightly. "Congratulations, little sister. You've had your wish."

Qianxitian smiled and was about to clink glasses with her best friend. "Good sister, the three of us have been together since we were young. Sis, I'm so happy to see that everyone who loves me the most is by my side." Qianxi tilted her head and placed her hand on her sister's shoulder to show her deep affection for her.

Ye Yuni lifted up her hair beside her ear. She looked flirtatiously at Deng Yujin, who was shaking his wine cup. "Bath towel," she opened her mouth and laughed self-deprecatingly. Deng Yujin lowered his head and sipped the red wine. "No, brother-in-law, don't you want to toast me?" It was as if he could see through everything.

Deng Yujin's expression returned to normal after a while. His long legs crossed and pressed against the ground. He immediately understood the meaning behind her eyes and wanted to say something, "Sis, let me toast you." After saying that, he closed his eyes and finished the wine in one gulp.

"Drink slowly." Qianxi could see the emotion that he was trying to hide, so she quickly tried to dissuade him.

"You're not even married yet. My sister is so compassionate to her husband. If we were to get married, you might spoil the towel." The good sister laughed and made fun of him. Deng Yujin seemed jealous.

"Brother-in-law, do you mind if I pick up your bride-to-be for five seconds?"

"Good sister, there's no need to be so formal. You two sisters have a deep love for each other."

Ye Yuni pulled Qianxi over. "Since that's the case, it's too boring to accompany a good sister to stroll around here."

Ann Qianxi and she came to a small private room. There was no one there. Ye Yuni smiled and said, "I brought some chocolate from France. Try it. It's a wedding gift."

Qianxi received it and took a sip. It was mellow and sweet. After eating it in one gulp, the smile on Ye Yuni's face turned evil and beautiful as she watched the wine finish.

Soon after, Qianxi's hands loosened and her whole body started to float. She held onto the wall with one hand and her chest with the other. She was unable to breathe.

She panted heavily, her little face red, and she kept coughing violently. Her nails clung to the edge of the wall, "Sister, dear sister … I can't breathe. Panting … Save … "Save me!" Before he could finish his sentence, his entire body collapsed onto the ground.

Ye Yuni panicked. She quickly helped Qianxi up and said in a fluster, "Qianxi, are you alright?" I'll get someone right away. "

Ann Qianxi's energy was like a thread, and her back was drenched in sweat as her consciousness began to blur …

Ye Yuni walked out of the room, turned around and lightly pushed the door shut. She saw Qianxi lying on the ground with a witch-like smile on her face.

After waking up, Ann Qianxi wondered why she had such a creepy and creepy dream. Could it be that Ye Yuni and Jia Wanrou were planning some earth-shattering secret?

Ann Qianxi was afraid that if she walked around like this, she would be caught by a weasel wearing a Prada dress. Moreover, this weasel also had a fat Garfield cat in the middle of him.

"Yuni, let me tell you, Deng Yujin and Chiang Lee are together." When Jia Wanrou excitedly told Ye Yuni about the news, Ye Yuni definitely wouldn't think the same as Jia Wanrou, or perhaps she wouldn't be able to grasp the main point. Of course, she could easily find the main point of the matter, "Chiang Lee is back."

Thus, Ye Yuni picked up her bag and ran down. Jia Wanrou, who had stayed behind, was still lost in the thoughts of the young girl from high school, unable to extricate herself.

… ….

When Jia Wanrou's father called her backstage and told her to go on a blind date, Jia Wanrou's personality naturally wouldn't agree. While she was thinking, she was suddenly hit by something (which she thought was easier to describe). In that split-second, she mustered all her strength and pushed with all her strength to escape from Wei Nan's embrace, who was in a state of confusion, before biting the back of his hand.

Wei Nan stepped back. The back of his hand was burning with pain. His eyes were cold and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Wanrou's face was burning, and she didn't dare look at him. In the terrible silence, Jia Wanrou had a flash of inspiration, and the big, handsome word, sharp as metal against glass, made a piercing sound that made one's gums tingle.

She closed her cell phone. Qianxi's text, as if it had a large caption scrolling through her mind, refreshed over and over again.

"Rou Rou, your blind date is driving home. Have you arrived yet?"

A text message arrived five minutes ago. According to the time, the person in front of you was not your matchmaking partner. If the person in front of you was someone you met along the way, then he definitely wasn't your matchmaking partner. Then who is he?

Oh my god! Jia Wanrouyin was afraid that her body was still trembling and her mind was in a mess. Her nails were digging into her flesh and she tried to keep her voice as calm as possible. "I'm sorry, I might have mistaken you."

Wei Nan frowned. She suddenly had an unreasonable explanation.

"You mean you want to give it to someone else?"

"No." Jia Wanrou's tone was agitated and even she was shocked.

"Don't you have a fiance?"

"He's on a business trip." Jia Wanrou blurted out.

"So, you took the initiative to look for someone else?"

"No!"