This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 72 He is a noble son!

  Yan Shiqi looked into the man’s deep and gloomy pupils intently. She choked on her voice, restrained her emotions, and murmured, “You came to Milan... why didn’t you tell me?”

  The man's thumb gently rubbed her chin. He didn't dare to force her makeup and hair. His thin lips lifted up a light smile, and he dangled in an elegant and handsome manner, "I'm here when I have nothing to do."

  He said lightly, as if he should.

  Yan Shiqi didn't have much time to reminisce with him, suppressing the touch of her heart, she changed two sets of costumes to show on the stage.

  Fifteen minutes later, the opening debut is over.

At the curtain call, Yan Shiqi also changed back to the stunning long dress that opened, and then Han Yunting took the stage. His gentleman took Yan Shiqi's hand and led all the models to bow and thank you.

   Continuous applause, probably after tonight, the VAN brand is destined to become a legend in the fashion industry.

  In the domestic real-time broadcast screen, the figures of Yan Shiqi and Han Yunting are placed on the front page pictures of major social networking sites.

  Seventeen’s cutie: Seventeen is so beautiful, it’s not an exaggeration to be shocked! Seventeen I love you, I am your stubborn fan, calling you thousands of times!

  Nuannuan Happiness: Yan Shiqi sells meat, right? What qualifications does she have to become a fashion week opening model? ! [Vomiting]

  Xiaomu baby: Upstairs is a nasty critic, Yan Shiqi is not qualified, do you have it? Pooh!

  Xiu'er sit down quickly: Reply @暖暖幸福: Mouth full of stinks, punch Dad!

  Nubi 224: Suddenly I found that Yan Shiqi and Han Yunting match well! [笑哭.jpg]

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After the opening debut, Yan Shiqi did not attend the thank-you banquet, and left the Arengalio Palace first. In front of the museum immersed in the darkness, beside the road paved with silver light, Qin Baiyu's figure stood in the distance. In the dim.

  The warm neon color poured on his shoulders, filled with dreamy haziness, and the handsome and arrogant features of the man were three-dimensional and timeless like sculptures.

Yan Shiqi wore a pair of short hot pants and a white T-shirt of the classic MOSCHINO doll bear. The front flap was tucked on the edge of the hot pants. His face was still makeup. The hairstyle of the Republic of China had been removed, and the long wavy hair was tied into a ponytail. Walking in the lane in front of the museum, he looked like a night elf, with fashion in his playfulness.

  The man on the opposite side saw her, his eyes gradually softened with Leng Hui. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was casual and casual, without too much clothing embellishment, but still expensive and compelling.

   Coming far away, Yan Shiqi's eyes stuck to the man's body.

  Tonight, he rarely wears a white shirt with a pair of high-definition trousers, simple but not out of style, standing in front of the retro and elegant Arengario Palace, like a noble son who has blended into the medieval style.

  The heartbeat thumped and thumped out of rhythm. When Yan Shiqi stopped in front of him, the two looked at each other. She smiled like a flower, pure and clear, "Have you waited for a long time?"

   "Soon!"

  Qin Baiyu spoke with soft eyes, holding her hand naturally, and strolling along the flat road towards the hotel.

   "Is it cold?"

A cool breeze hit, the man frowned, the night in Milan was as cold as water, and the little woman beside him wore only hot pants. Those white dangling legs were eye-catching, the light under his eyes was dim, and the frowns of his brows It's getting stronger.

Yan Shiqi shook his hand along with the pace, and he bounced on the spot twice as soon as he heard the sound, "It's not cold! I saw the temperature tonight, 20 degrees is just right, neither cold nor hot! Let's talk about the show. I changed a few clothes back and forth and I was sweating!"

  Speaking, she let go of the man's hand and spread her sweaty little hand in front of him, "Look!"

  What's inside, three changes from time to time. . .

  (End of this chapter)