mask wife

The car gradually drove towards the bustling urban area, admiring the scenery along the way, the two of them did not have any conversation.When the car was about to arrive at the hotel where Qianxi was staying, she couldn't help but said, "Han, you...do you know that I've been pretending to be drunk?"

"Hehe. Is this important?"

"No..." Shaking her head, she smiled awkwardly: "It's not very important."

Realizing that his words were a little blunt, he said coldly, "Actually, if you want to meet your own goals, using IQ is worse than using EQ."

emotional intelligence?Could it be that he...

Qianxi felt a little bit of comprehension, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Han."

"Thank me?" Shrugging his shoulders, Leng Lianhan pretended not to understand: "Thank me for what?"

In fact, both of them are smart people, there is no need to pierce the window paper, they understand what each other means!

"Okay, I'm here."

The car arrived at the suspended lobby of the hotel where Qianxi was staying, and Leng Lenghan stopped her who was about to get off the car: "Wait a minute." After getting out of the car, he opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner: "Like this At such a time, a gentleman should pull the car door for the noble princess in his heart."

Qianxi smiled helplessly at his occasional bursts of French humor.Slowly getting out of the car, she pulled up the corners of her skirt with both hands, and responded with a French lady etiquette: "See you next time, gentleman."

"Hahaha." This time she gave Leng Lenghan a good humor!Shaking his head helplessly, he suddenly put away his smile and put his big arms around her waist!

As her heart tightened, Qianxi's face became dark and congealed...

"See you next time?" His deep voice complemented Wan Mo's charming god, making her forget to break free. "Don't forget me when the time comes, Qian-----Xi----"

'Qian------xi------'

'Qian------xi------'

His tone of calling his name echoed in his ears over and over again, and his bright eyes reflected his expression of hiding many stories at this time...

'exist? '

It was obviously the first time I met him, so why did he mention the word 'in'?

Thinking about where he is now, Florence... Maybe they won't see each other again in the future, right?

"The last gentleman's etiquette!" Before Qianxi could react, Leng Lianhan let go of her big hand around her waist, and took her slender little hand...

With a charming smile, he bent down slightly, and his lips fell on Qianxi's fair hand like a dragonfly on water...