Chapter 183

On December 31, after many days of haze, Yuncheng was rarely a sunny day.

Qiao Aiyun stood at the door and watched Fu chenche leave. She was not willing to turn around and prepare to enter the house. Her eyes fell on her body in winter. She didn't feel warm. The cold wind made her shiver. She was about to enter the house when she was stopped

"Ai Yun." Yan Wangchuan stood three steps away from her, cold face, do not know what to do?

Qiao Wangbei consciously entered the house.

"What's the matter?" Tomorrow is new year's day. Today is the last working day. She asked song Jingren to deliver the property.

There are still a few houses to be transferred, it is estimated that it will be a busy day.

Yan Wangchuan hesitated for a moment, went to his car, opened the front passenger door, and took out a bunch of roses from inside.

Qiao Aiyun's face was suddenly flustered with shame.

She is not a little girl, and divorced, no longer young, this age was suddenly pursued, her heart also some strange.

Qiao Wangbei stood by the window and saw Yan Wangchuan holding out a bunch of roses. He lowered his head and played with the carving knife, which was enlightening.

If he sent any more strange things, he would really like to shoot with a flying knife.

Kill him.

You deserve to die alone.

In fact, Yan Wangchuan didn't like Fu Shen. He thought he was thoughtful and crafty. But that day he gave him a bunch of white tea, which Qiao Aiyun held all the time. It was clear that he liked it.

He came up to her with the rose in his arms, handed it to her and said, "here you are."

Qiao Aiyun stood in the same place, a little embarrassed.

The man in front of her had a straight face. If she didn't have flowers in her arms, she would have thought that she was here to collect debts.

"Thank you." After a few seconds, Qiao Aiyun still reached for the flowers.

"This one." Yan Wangchuan took out a velvet box from his pocket, on which the words of Yan's jewelry were printed.

"I can't take that." Strictly remember that jewelry only makes high-end customization. The cheapest things in his family are tens of thousands.

"No?"

Yan Wangchuan frowned.

Fu Chen can't believe what he said.

He thought for a long time, or called Fu Chen, how to make her happy, after all, Fu Chen eat hot pot that day, really coax her happy.

Fu Chen said that no woman does not like flowers and jewelry.

Is this boy really pitching himself?

The first time Yan Wangchuan gave a gift, he was rejected. At the moment, he was in a complicated mood, and his face was even colder.

He stood there, clutching the box, cold.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's too expensive. I'll take it."

"It's not expensive." Yan Wangchuan corrected.

"I really can't have that." These days I've been bothering him. Qiao Aiyun doesn't want to take his things.

"I designed it myself. It was meant to give you more than 2000 yuan."

He is stubborn and stubborn. He will never take things back when they are taken out.

Two people deadlocked at the door for more than two minutes, Qiao Aiyun had no choice but to reach for it, "thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"I'm free today." Yan Wangchuan said it seriously and seriously.

Qiao Ai Yun a Leng, "that eat together today?"

"Good."

Yan Wangchuan suddenly felt that his life was complete.

Qiao Aiyun takes a deep breath and walks into the room with the flowers in her arms.

She will go out later, put the roses in the living room, take the jewels upstairs and change clothes.

Qiao Wangbei saw that Yan Wangchuan fished out the roses in his hand, picked up and threw away the white camellia that was originally inserted on the tea table in the living room, and inserted his roses into the vase.

He had a sharp eyebrow.

It's sultry and awkward.

After Qiao Aiyun went upstairs, she opened the jewelry box, a bracelet, and inlaid with gems. There were no two or three hundred thousand that could not be bought, two thousand? He's teasing her?

She took some identification materials, ready to go out to do things, Qiao Wangbei said in a hurry, "elder martial brother, Ai Yun wants to go out to do things, and has to meet song Jingren. Aren't you OK today? Go with her. I think it will be very busy. "

Qiao Aiyun just wanted to refuse, Yan Wangchuan has taken the car key, "let's go."

……

After getting on the bus

Qiao Aiyun just asked about the price of the bracelet, "... Elder martial brother, that bracelet is too expensive, and it's not 2000 yuan at all."

"Twenty two years ago, it was that price."

Qiao Aiyun was stunned.

Is this a gift he wanted to give himself more than 20 years ago?

He said just now that he had designed the bracelet himself. The design of her bracelet is very happy because of its complicated style. I'm afraid he was going to give it to him when they got married.

Her heart is sour and warm.

It's good to have people thinking about their feelings all the time.

She looked out of the window and said, "I didn't expect you to send me these..."

Today's gift giving style is not his style at all.

"No?"

"No, I just don't think it's your style."

"I want to make you happy. My style can change."

Qiao Aiyun's eyes were so hot that she almost burst into tears.

To treat her like this, is she really worth having such a man?

Yan Wangchuan Yu Guang glanced at her and saw that she had been looking out of the window. She didn't want to talk to her. She frowned slightly. What did she say wrong?

……

Qiao Aiyun and song Jingren are in front of Yuncheng administration building. This is a comprehensive office area. All government departments have set up offices here, which is very convenient for the people.

Song Jingren bought a BMW temporarily, because he wanted to see Qiao Aiyun, he also picked it up.

These days, he is in a mess because of the company's affairs. He can't eat his bread and asks for help everywhere. In the past, all the small businesses he didn't like were closed. Recently, banks frequently come to collect debts. If he doesn't repay his debts within the time limit, I'm afraid the company will have to go bankrupt

These days, he has seen the contacts of Qiao's family. He wants to ask Qiao Aiyun.

Even though he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, he did not live up to the fashion of the past. The dejection from his bones made him feel depressed.

After Qiao Aiyun got out of the car, Yan Wangchuan insisted on accompanying her. She had no choice but to let him follow.

When song Jingren saw Qiao Aiyun coming, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the person behind her, and his face suddenly collapsed.

By contrast, it is dwarfed.

But at this time she and Qiao Aiyun have divorced, even if the heart is not comfortable, also can't publicize it in the mouth, angry his body straight tremble.

Yan Wangchuan glanced at him.

A suit, a BMW, and a million dollar watch?

Is the crackdown not enough? It seems that we have to work harder.

Who knows that song Jingren is just making something to show up.

With Yan Wangchuan following, song Jingren just wanted to say two more words with Qiao Aiyun. He endured for a long time and opened his mouth

Qiao Aiyun glanced at Song Jingren, a look of brain damage.

What's my daughter like? What's your business?

She ignored him at all, took the number card and stood in line for business.

Yan Wangchuan saw that he was depressed, but his face was solemn.

**

Song Feng called Qiao Aiyun when he arrived at the airport late and before boarding, got on the plane, asked the stewardess for a blanket, put on an eye mask, and was ready to sleep.

The last time she went abroad, she was ten years old. She said that she was going out to play, that is, she was on a business trip with song Jingren. She had spent all her time in a hotel. This time, she was naturally excited to go out. She fell asleep late last night and fell asleep on the plane.

Fu Chen looked at her and fell asleep like this?

Soon he heard the sound of even breathing coming from his side. He also had a copy of the heart clearing mantra in his hand, but his heart was always restless.

He rubbed his fingers gently on the front page of the Sutra, then moved half an inch to song Fengwan's side, and rubbed his fingers gently against her

She seemed to be ignorant. Fu Shen took her whole hand with his little finger. It was warm and soft, and she felt very good.

They're not in first class. They're sitting in a row with Shifang. Shifang is wearing earphones. Yu Guang looks at Fu Shen and stealthily touches other people's hands.

How long has it been since I went out? Can't help but start to move?

"Well --" Xu Shi's hand was a little uncomfortable when he was holding it. With a gentle whining, Song Feng adjusted his posture. He leaned against Fu Shen's head by the window.

Fu Shen stretched out his hand, put his long arm through her neck, and pulled her to his shoulder

Song Fengwan put his head on his shoulder, moved his arm slightly, and crossed Fu Chen's chest.

He froze and then chuckled.

Fu Shen's eyes can clearly see her soft and light pink lips with attractive luster.

His throat rolled.

He looked down and pecked at her lips.

Sit up straight and see Shifang staring at him.

A cold eye shot in the past, ten angry sit.

Shit, that look is to kill?

**

When the plane arrives at the airport, it takes a car to get to the town where the ski resort is located.

The ski resort is located at an altitude of more than 2000 meters, which needs to be accessed by alpine cable car or hiking path.

Skiing resort, but empty.

Song Fengwan lies on the cable car, overlooking the snow mountains and pines. The sky is as blue as blue, making people open and comfortable.

"Lin Bai and Huaisheng have already stayed in the hotel. They are in the restaurant. They will have dinner later and you can rest. There is a hot spring here. If you like, you can go to bubble in the evening."

Fu Shen looks down at Duan Linbai's information.

Fu Chen's wechat is blocked. When he opened wechat, he found that he had sent 99 + messages to himself.

Remove the expression pack, the rest of the words are almost scolding him.

Fu San, you are such an asshole. Where did you get that little monk from? I'm going to be killed by him

I'm really going to kill people. I don't know if this little Tang Monk's meat is delicious

……

[don't pretend to be dead, you come out for me, come out for me!]

Fu Shen picks his eyebrows, scolds himself 17 times, and then sends more than 100 expression packs to brush the screen. Does he think he doesn't look at his mobile phone at all?

**

Fu Chen and his party got off the cable car and walked 100 meters to reach the hotel. The hotel has two floors. It's not big. It's a bit of a famous hotel. It's light and luxurious, low-key and elegant.

In the late Song Dynasty, the whole person shrank in the scarf, and the cold wind was raging, which made people shiver.

After the three arrived at the hotel, song Fengwan saw a bright cerebellar melon seed as soon as he opened the door.

"Elder sister -" Huaisheng is drinking milk tea. Seeing song Fengwan, he jumps down, rushes over and hugs her leg.

"When did you arrive?"

"That uncle brought me last night." He pointed to Duan Linbai, who was leaning against the fire to keep warm.

He was wrapped in blankets, dark eyes and heavy circles.

"Brother Duan." Song Fengwan said with a smile, "didn't you sleep well last night?"

Duan Linbai smiles bitterly.

The little monk gets up at five o'clock to chant scriptures. He can sleep like a fart.

"I got up too early today." Duan Linbai got up in bed and was in a bad mood at the moment.

Fu Chen walked over and kicked him. How did he talk?

Duan Linbai immediately sat up straight, this day is also unable to live.

"In fact, after we took a bath, uncle Duan didn't sleep all the time. He was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. He didn't listen to me." Huaisheng looks like a teacher.

Duan Linbai is a night owl. It's normal to stay up late.

"He has been looking at his little sister on his mobile phone and brushing gifts for people."

Female anchor?

Song Fengwan looks at Duan Linbai, and his face is not right.

"Little monk, don't talk nonsense. It's all from our team. I just look around." Duan Linbai also has to work on weekdays. He doesn't have time to watch a female anchor.

It's just that there's an anchor platform under the company. He inspected their work. He also watched a lot of male anchors. Why does the monk only remember those women.

Now that I'm in someone's studio and a little boss, I have to brush a gift.

"Those little sisters have been trying to kiss him. He's so frivolous..." Huaisheng is a serious little man.

In his heart, Duan Linbai is already a no three no four person.

Duan Linbai vomits blood. Whoever gives him a knife will kill the monk.