Chapter 310 In fact, I don't like romance at all (1)

Qiao Lian didn't notice Shen Liangchuan's strangeness at all, and was still immersed in her own joy.

Her eyes were shining brightly, she was obviously very happy, this appearance made Shen Liangchuan even more distressed, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell the truth no matter what.

Shen Liangchuan held his breath in his chest, did not respond to her words, and drove directly to his family's villa.

Qiao Lian didn't find it strange that he didn't speak, because this man usually didn't talk much.

She talked to herself: "I used to like you, the kind of fan's love for idols, but I didn't expect that after I married you, I found out that you are an asshole."

Shen Liangchuan: ...!
Shen Liangchuan glanced at her coolly, Qiao Lian just smiled, and took his arm, "Think about it for yourself, when we first got married, you didn't allow me to talk about the things you did?"

Shen Liangchuan: ...

"But it doesn't matter. You can correct your mistakes. There is nothing good about it. You see that your performance is very good now. Although people still look cold and impersonal, you can see it through the flowers and afternoon tea..."

"To shut up."

The chilly voice made Qiao Lian shiver, and then curled her lips, "You're still shy!"

Shen Liangchuan: ...

Shen Liangchuan was almost going crazy.

Nima didn't send flowers and afternoon tea, is he really impersonal?

And her words... What does it mean to look so boring?
Doesn't she mean that without flowers and afternoon tea, it's really boring?

Shen Liangchuan loosened his tie in annoyance, snorted, and looked forward seriously.

The carriage finally quieted down, and he felt relieved.

The car returned to the villa, picked up Qiao Yi, and then they drove to a nearby villa.

This is also a private restaurant with strong secrecy. Basically, those who can come here are either rich or expensive, and no reporters will sneak in here.

Qiao Lian looked at the resplendent environment around her, and only felt this extravagance, a feeling of trance.

Shen Liangchuan got out of the car first, then took Qiao Yi's wheelchair out of the trunk, and then helped Qiao Yi to sit on it.

He tossed the keys to the attendants and told them to park for him.

After walking two steps, Qiao Lian suddenly patted herself on the head: "I forgot my mobile phone in the car."

Shen Liangchuan put the things into her hands casually, "I'll get them for you, you go to the private room first."

Qiao Lian took his coat and cell phone, nodded, and pushed Qiao Yi into the private room.

As soon as he entered the private room, Shen Liangchuan's cell phone rang.

Qiao Lian was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her head, and realized that the caller ID was... an evil pen?
Who is Sha-bi?
She blinked her eyes, and felt that the phone number was a little familiar again.

As a reporter, her sensitivity to numbers reminded her suddenly, isn't this the number given by her grandson that day?
She hurriedly answered, and she heard Sun Linan's voice, "Lianlian, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

Qiao Lian: "...Oh, do you have something to do?"

"Lianlian, why are you so alien to me? I'll pick you up for dinner! I'm downstairs in your company!"

Qiao Lian was taken aback, "What's for dinner?"

"After dinner! Didn't I ask you out yesterday?"

Date her?
Qiao Lian frowned: "Why don't I remember."

Sun Linan smiled, "Even if you don't remember yesterday, when you received the flowers today, didn't you write it on the card?"

(End of this chapter)

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