College Storm: Beautiful men are not easy to mess with

Chapter 211

"Go to the top floor of the first floor to have a barbecue? Young Master Yan, isn't that what you mean?" Song Jiao looked at Yan Qingge and asked in a very uncertain tone. After all, with Yan Qingge's temperament, he grilled by himself It's really unlikely.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be April's idea?" Ji Qianya looked at Ji April.

"Qian Ya is right, I don't have the mood to think about these things." If Yan Qingge chooses, just as Song Jiao thinks, needless to say, it must be such a troublesome thing to eat in a restaurant and do it yourself, young master How could there be such an idea.

"As expected of brothers and sisters, it seems that all the thoughts in Ji Siyue's mind have been copied in Qianya's mind as a backup." Nalan Feng stroked the glasses on the bridge of his nose.Facing Ji Qianya like this, Nalan Fengzhuo always felt that he didn't really love Nalan Zhiwan very much.

Chia Ya smiled and shook her head: "When I just returned to China in April, I brought her here for dinner. When I saw the first floor of City A, I said I wanted to have a barbecue on the roof, but this roof is not Open, negotiated many times, but it still didn't work, and April was very disappointed." He smiled, looking at April who was seriously grilling: "Unexpectedly, after a few years, it actually made her wish come true. "

"Master Yan's credit." Siyue smiled, regardless of what happened before, anyway, this time, Yan Qingge really contributed a lot to allowing her to barbecue on the roof of the first floor: "I If only I had known Young Master Yan earlier, I wouldn't have to wait so many years." Si Yue looked up at the sky, feeling as if she could pick up the stars with her hands.

"Even if we know each other, Yan might not agree to you, right?" Bo Xixuan liked to hit Siyue very much.

"The Yan family has more than one young master."

"Hahahaha, that's true."

As the protagonist of the discussion, Yan Qingge didn't say a word, just relying on the ingredients in his hands, his expression was very bad.

"Yan, why don't you go get some wine?" Qiao Jie looked at Yan Qingge beside him, knowing that he couldn't stand this barbecue because of his serious cleanliness, but he insisted on it desperately.

Singer Yan Qing paused for a moment, and finally let go of his movements, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his already clean hands: "What do you want to drink?"

"Can I drink red wine?" Si Yue really didn't know how to be polite.

"Don't drink too much."

"No, I'll just taste a little bit."

"Brother, can I drink red wine too?"

"Wanwan want to drink?"
"I think." Wan Wan nodded vigorously.

"Yan, don't use too good red wine, let's mix it up with a bottle of Sprite."

"Celebrity clubs only have good red wine." How can there be red wine other than first-class in a first-class hotel.

"Great genius, how could you make such a mistake?" Song Jiao doesn't like to drink red wine, but even she knows that if there is inferior red wine in this celebrity club, wouldn't it lower her style?

"Then, what else do you want?"

Seeing that no one had any other opinions, Yan Qingge wanted to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

"Stop calling, let me go down with you to have a look? I don't want to drink red wine." Song Jiao wiped his hands and stopped Yan Qingge from calling.

Yan Qingge nodded.

"You work hard, we'll go back as soon as we go." Song Jiao waved at the crowd, and walked down together with Yan Qingge.

(End of this chapter)