"You’re quite calm." Sure enough, poetry spoke when Qingchen was ready to divert attention.
"Miss, do you have anything to say to me?" Qingchen paper towel wiped her hands and threw the waste paper into the trash can, waiting for the poetry to pick up the words.
Poetry has always shown contempt for Qingchen. In her opinion, maybe Qingchen and Sisi are the same kind of people, so they always are.
"It seems that you should marry Chenchi." Shiyi laughed. "He can bring you to such an occasion and say that he attaches great importance to you."
What does this have to do with her?
Qingchen asked, "What does miss mean by this?"
"Oh, what I mean is very simple. If you can really be with Chenchi, then everyone will meet often and make friends."
Make friends?
Qingchen sneered in her heart and said, "Miss, I am a distinguished person. If I make friends with you, I have to be friends with people like you."
That means they are not the same kind of people.
Poetry is not angry at all. "So-called, anyway, who knows after that?"
She meant something in this sentence. Qingchen didn’t know what she meant.
"I won’t bother you. See you later." The poetic art left smartly, as if it had never spoken to Qingchen just now.
Poetry from washing their hands and stepping out of the villa saw Xia Lang coming head on.
"You came here quite quickly, and you followed her when you knew she was coming, didn’t you?"
Xia Lang put his hands in his pockets and looked inside. "Did you meet her just now?"
"Oh, don’t worry. Listening to your tone is just like being afraid of what I will do to her. She is not my enemy. How can I do anything to her? I simply talked to her."
"What did you talk about?"
"Bless her. Of course, I didn’t bless her with Chenchi."
Xia Lang didn’t speak. Poetry saw that his attention was no longer in his body, and he smiled. "I’m leaving. Today’s party is really boring. I’ll go find me Ning Zhao."
"Good luck"
"same to you"
Qing Chen met Xia Lang outside when he came out of health.
Xia Lang?’ Qingchen didn’t expect to meet him in this place again. She just saw the poetic art and now she meets him again.
"What a coincidence that you also came to this party."
"Well, many people in our station will come. I didn’t expect you to come."
Xia Lang came closer and asked, "Come alone?"
"No" Qingchen answered "I am with Chenchi" without thinking.
"Oh, yes, you should come together. I forgot." Xia Lang’s eyes showed a little disappointment
Qing Chen saw Xia Lang’s reaction and couldn’t say what he felt, so he wanted to get out of here quickly.
She doesn’t even want to stay in the same place as Xia Lang now.
"I just saw the art of poetry. Come with me. She just went out. If you want to find her, just go outside and find it." Qingchen casually made an excuse and wanted to leave.
Xia Lang immediately replied, "I didn’t come with her."
"Oh, I see." Qingchen lamented in her heart. She didn’t care whether you came together or not …
"Qing Chen, did you misunderstand me and poetry? The actual … "
Section 36
"Qingchen" Xia Lang words didn’t finish when a deep man rang Chenchi and came in from the outside and went straight to Qingchen.
Hugging Qingchen into his arms, Chenchi’s mouth was hung with an unkind smile and her eyes were cold. "Mr. Xia is so clever."
Xia Lang saw Chen Chi’s eyes showing hostility.
These two men are just facing each other here, but if they are not here, they will feel like they are in some battlefield at the door of washing their hands.
"Mr. Xia, Qingchen and I have other things to go first. Help yourself." Chenchi took Qingchen in Xia Lang’s gaze and turned to Qingchen. After Chenchi came, I never saw Xia Lang again. All eyes stayed in Chenchi.
Watching their backs leave, Xia Lang slowly clenched his fist and looked gloomy.
"How did you get here?" Qing Chen didn’t care about Xia Lang and naturally asked Chen Chi.
Chen Chi snorted, "How do you know he’s here if I don’t come?"
"I’m surprised he’s here, too. I just saw him outside with poetry …"
"You saw it just now?" Chen Chi’s ending tone is very uncomfortable.
Qing Chennai "shouldn’t the point be that I saw him with poetry?"
Chenchi calmly said, "Poetry and I don’t have it."
"Xia Lang is nothing."