Xiao Xuyao stopped, placed his hand on the doorknob, and turned to look at Qian Bolun: "What else do you want to argue about?"
Seeing the teasing look in his private doctor's eyes, Qian Bolun touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly: "I was just stating the facts, I didn't mean anything else."
Finally, he asked uncertainly, "Is Mi Jing really your eldest niece?"
Xiao Xuyao looked at Qian Bolun with a meaningful gaze and smiled slightly: "The old man asked me to come and treat you, so I can't leave you with nothing. Your illness... is lovesickness! I'll send you a WeChat message."
Qian Bolun, trying to maintain a smile: "..."
Thank you.
...
...
Looking at the WeChat account that Xiao Xuyao had sent him, named "Hoping for your military uniform and well-being," Qian Bolun leaned back on the sofa and hesitated for a long time before finally clicking on the business card and requesting to add him as a friend.
To be honest, he was particularly bothered by Mi Jing's gaze. She was beautiful, but there was a chilling feeling about it when you thought about it more closely.
Regardless, he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Qian Bolun waited for Mi Jing to accept his friend request, but after a long time, she still didn't respond.
WeChat doesn't have a function to reject friends, so does this mean they haven't seen it yet, or they don't want to add them?
Qian Bolun remembered that he had saved the message with her name in his contacts, and he was certain that Mi Jing would accept it if she saw it.
But the truth is, Mi Jing didn't want to ask through her friends.
After waiting another two hours, Qian Bolun, still not believing in bad luck, added the friend again, this time adding a few more words to the nickname.
[Mi Jing, hello, I'm Qian Bolun.]
result.
As a result, Qian Bolun was still unable to add her as a friend the next day.
At that moment, a handsome guy slowly typed out a question mark.
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At noon, at Guojin Pavilion.
A beautiful woman in a cheongsam pushed open the door to a private room on the fifth floor. As she approached, the boy who was reading looked up and called out, "Auntie."
There was another man beside Yan Yaru. When Yan Chiyu saw him, he was stunned and couldn't help but frown. He looked at Yan Yaru with a puzzled expression and asked, "Is he the new boyfriend you mentioned?"
His tone was full of disapproval.
His expression clearly indicated that he would turn around and leave immediately if Yan Yaru said yes.
The man following Yan Yaru was Wu Yue's cousin, Wu Cunxu.
Wu Cunxu smiled back at Yan Chiyu: "Please don't misunderstand, I deeply love my late wife. My relationship with Ms. Yan is not what you think; we are very good friends."
Yan Chiyu nodded slightly: "Yes. Please sit down."
"Xiao Yu, I heard from Cunxu that you and his cousin are classmates and have a close relationship." Yan Yaru had just sat down when her ambiguous gaze fell on Yan Chiyu. "If the two of us get together, you'll be a generation younger and have to call her 'aunt,' right? Let me guess, you and the little sister from the Wu family, isn't that..."
Yan Yaru is a qipao enthusiast. In her thirties, she maintains an extremely graceful and slender figure. Wearing a qipao, she perfectly accentuates her alluring curves.
Not only does she have a great figure, but she also has a beautiful face, with the bright and elegant style of a Hong Kong beauty from the 1980s. Every smile and frown of hers is full of alluring charm.
Yan Yaru's words came to an abrupt end, her meaning unspoken yet profound.
"yes."
Yan Chiyu didn't hide anything and nodded frankly, then added, "If you two get together, you'll definitely be the ones who break up later."
Wu Cunxu found it amusing: "..." Are all the friends Xiaoyue knows so temperamental? But thinking of his purpose, he held back.
Yan Yaru smiled and said, "Alright, I don't care about your business. Let's eat first."
The boy pressed the order bell, and within two minutes, a waiter pushed open the door and came in.
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