First Lady

He and Lanshan had just started, so of course he had to find a way to make her happy, but...he really couldn't stay any longer.

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, Ming Ye moved the corners of his lips, and after returning home, he could just bring Lan Shan back again, he is really stupid, his brain reacts slowly every time he encounters Lan Shan.

Ming Ye waved Chu Qiao back: "Don't worry about this matter, hurry up and get ready."

Seeing that Ming Ye had already made a decision, Chu Qiao knew that the young master had to go back. Although he was still very worried, he didn't say anything else.

The matter of returning home is not the most urgent thing, the most important thing now is how to prepare to protect the young master's safety when facing Nalan Yan. [

Chu Qiao raised his left hand to touch the ugly centipede-like scar on his right wrist, no matter how hard he was to calm down, his blood was boiling before the battle.

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The night slowly fell, shrouding the whole city in twilight. Florence tonight is no different from the past and is still beautiful.

When he went to see Nalan Yan, Ming Ye only brought Chu Qiao and Mi Sha with him, like a tourist, lazy and leisurely, strolling in the courtyard.

No emotion can be seen between the brows, lazily like a goshawk perched on a branch to comb its feathers.

Mingye knew that if Nalan Yan really planned to do something, no matter how many people he brought along, it wouldn't help. After all...a strong dragon can't overwhelm a ground snake, especially this snake is very poisonous.

Strange to say, the place to meet was chosen by Nalan Yan and Ming Ye together, it was not a splendid hotel, nor a nightclub with singing and dancing, nor an abandoned house in the wilderness, it was actually a coffee shop. . .

And it's a warm, romantic coffee shop.

Chu Qiao couldn't help curling his lips when he looked at the gaudy signboard. He always felt that Ming Ye didn't come here to fight for his life, but rather came for a date. It's a pity that the young master's date is not Mrs. Ming.

Ming Ye and Nalan Yan arrived almost at the same time, and they sat down slowly with calm eyes.

The coffee shop is very quiet, the owner and the waiter have long since hid, and the old-fashioned gramophone plays an incomprehensible Italian opera, making the listeners drowsy.

There was a smile on the corners of Nalan Yan's lips, his appearance was clear and handsome, and his facial features were not particularly outstanding, but the combination made people look very comfortable, as if he had some kind of magical power, and he couldn't move his eyes when looking at him.