Qi Lian's vision went black, and he almost fainted.
If he could do it all over again, he would definitely slap himself twice rather than do something so shameful.
Bai Wei was silent for two seconds, then burst out laughing.
This was the most genuine smile Yang Qingheng had ever seen from her since they met. Perhaps smiles are contagious, because she couldn't help but find it a little funny.
Only Qi Lian in the front seat suffered a devastating blow and sat silently in the car.
Song Hengjue didn't see Yang Qingheng all afternoon, and around 4:30, he started looking frequently towards the door, which even the aunt found amusing.
"The company doesn't let people leave until 5 p.m., so there's no way I can come back now."
They saw through me.
Song Hengjue's ears were practically steaming, but he stubbornly insisted, "I'm admiring the scenery; this courtyard is quite nicely designed."
"I heard that you planted it for Miss Yang and didn't let anyone else do it," the aunt added.
Song Hengjue: ...You can shut up now.
His face turned bright red, as if to prove he wasn't a pervert, and he turned and went back to his room.
However, less than five minutes later, he heard the sound of a car outside, and he jumped up and rushed to the door.
Fang Nan joked, "Wow, I didn't expect you to welcome me so warmly, you even came all the way to the door to greet me, good brother."
"Get out of the way." Song Hengjue didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he pushed him away in displeasure and reached out to open the car door for Yang Qingheng, only to find it empty, with no sign of the woman.
The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.
"Am I some kind of despicable person?" Fang Nan's lips twitched. Even he didn't need to put on an expression like his parents had died!
"What do you think?" Song Hengjue said coldly, and went to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.
Fang Nan's temples throbbed with veins, but the thought that the person in front of him was only seventeen years old instantly calmed him down.
Forget it, he's just a minor who doesn't know anything, I won't bother with him.
"Oh, right, Yang Qingheng asked me to tell you that she won't be home for dinner tonight, and asked me to have dinner with you." Fang Nan caught up with her, casually grabbed a drink from the refrigerator, and glanced at the dining table out of the corner of his eye.
Since you've come all this way, it would be foolish not to eat.
"Who is she having dinner with? Why is she so busy?" Song Hengjue pursed his lips, somewhat displeased.
Who is more important than a boyfriend?
Fang Nan shrugged: "How would I know? But she's going to the factory tomorrow, so there shouldn't be much to do. She won't be as busy."
However, Song Hengjue was not comforted; instead, he was startled: "A factory?! The factory we visited the other day?"
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