Chapter 162 Queuing for nothing

Qiao Chuchu looked at Song Yu closing the door and tilted her head in confusion.

[Why do I feel like Song Yu wants to tell me something? ]

Lou Tingsi locked the door, turned around and smiled at her: "What will my pen look like? I'm so excited. Why don't we open it together?"

Qiao Chuchu's attention was successfully diverted: "Okay."

Lou Tingsi walked to Qiao Chuchu with the gift box, stared at the blood around her eyes, and slowly opened the gift box: "Wow, it's pure white."

He held the pen with his white fingers, and there was a kind of gentle taste: "It suits me very well, and I also like the pattern on it."

Qiao Chuchu was also surprised: "Yes, you are gentle and gentle, and you look good when you smile. White makes you look gentle."

Lou Tingsi A gleam of light flashed across his eyes, and he played with the pen: "Am I... good-looking when I smile?"

She nodded and raised her thumb generously: "You look very smart when you smile. At first glance, you are the kind of gang boss with a dagger hidden in his smile in the comics!"

Lou Tingsi licked his lips and narrowed his eyes mysteriously: "Are you complimenting me?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded heavily: "I'm not good at talking and not very good at complimenting people, but you are indeed good-looking, and the white color unexpectedly makes you look very clean."

Lou Tingsi curled his lips and smiled, and said softly: "To hear you say that, I really-"

Weisheng Huai Ling kicked Lou Tingsi away!

Lou Tingsi: “?!”

Qiao Chuchu: “???”

Weisheng Huai Ling put the gift box in Qiao Chuchu’s hands and gestured happily: “Open it, open it!”

Qiao Chuchu held the gift box in both hands, the corners of her mouth twitching wildly: “Did you kick Lou Tingsi away?”

Huai Ling tilted her head and blinked at her: “?”

Lou Tingsi sat up from the ground with a grin: “Damn... my waist...”

Weisheng Huai Ling looked at Lou Ting Si and covered his mouth in surprise: "Uncle, are you okay?"

Lou Ting Si: "? Uncle?!"

Huai Ling's face was full of worry: "When I get older, my waist is not good. This is not good. Men can't have a bad waist. If not, make up for it."

Lou Ting Si: "? My waist hurts because you kicked my waist, not because my waist is not good!"

Huai Ling pointed to her ear and waved her hand.

I can't hear it~

He smiled again and looked at Qiao Chuchu: "Open my gift!"

Qiao Chuchu: "...Okay."

She opened the gift box: "Wow, black and white color matching!"

White pen cap, black pen body.

Song Yu's subordinates have a good eye!

Every pen looks good!

Huai Ling's eyes lit up, and she picked it up happily: "What a nice pen! If you modify it well, you can poke out other people's eyes!"

Qiao Chuchu: "Huh?"

Weisheng Huai Ling gave her a warm hug and gestured happily: "Thank you! I like it very much! I will protect it well!"

Qiao Chuchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I am very grateful that you like it so much, but I will give you other gifts in the future, you don't have to cherish it too much."

"The first gift is different." Huai Ling was a little shy: "Just like a first kiss."

He hugged Qiao Chuchu and moved towards her with his eyes closed.

Qiao Chuchu was startled, feeling something was wrong, and just wanted to push him away -

Weisheng Biehe hugged Huai Ling's waist and threw him out with his backhand!

Weisheng Huai Ling was put upside down on the sofa: "?!"

Weisheng Biehe sneered disdainfully: "Trash should stay where it belongs."

He handed the gift box to Qiao Chuchu: "I don't know why I got this gift box stuck, can you help me open it?"

Qiao Chuchu's mouth twitched: "Of course..."

[I don't know why, I feel that things seem to have become a little strange since the moment Weisheng Huai Ling appeared. ]

She lowered her eyes to open the gift, and Weisheng Biehe suddenly wiped her face with a wet towel.

Qiao Chuchu looked up in surprise.

Weisheng Biehe bent down to look at her level, gently wiped the area around her eyes with one hand, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "There is something dirty on your face."

Qiao Chuchu was stunned: "What?"

[It can't be blood? ! 】

Weisheng Biehe chuckled: "It's dust."

Qiao Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she opened the gift box, Weisheng Biehe flashed past her!

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Who kicked him away again?

Weisheng Lin pushed Weisheng Biehe aside and threw the gift box into her hand: "Look at mine."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Did you have to kick, push or throw away the last one?"

Weisheng Lin put his hands in his pockets and said lightly: "Don't care about these details, he has thick skin anyway."

"..." Qiao Chuchu frowned and opened the pen gift box: "It's black and red."

And the red color is very low-key, only a little bit.

She sighed in her heart: [It suits Weisheng Lin's impetuous, daring to love and hate personality very well! 】

Wei Shenglin was also surprised. He picked up the pen and observed carefully. He raised his eyes and looked at her: "You are quite good at liking what I like. I do like black and red."

Qiao Chuchu: "? No, this is actually-" "

But, it seems that we haven't officially met yet." Wei Shenglin stretched out his hand to her: "My name is Wei Shenglin, and I am an investment businessman." Qiao Chuchu

raised her hand and shook his: "...Hello, I am Qiao Chu, a comic artist."

【It feels weird to introduce formally after being together for such a long time. 】

【But I know him, Wei Shenglin, a person with a bad temper, the simplest person in the Weisheng family, and he opened the most high-end nightclub in China. 】

【He looks very handsome! 】

She was a little absent-minded: [I didn't expect that I can still know this kind of handsome and cool type of person now, it's pretty cool.]

Weisheng Lin raised his eyebrows.

Is he handsome and cool?

He smiled wickedly: "I owe you a gift this time, let's go shopping together in the mall when we return to the country? I'll give you whatever you like."

Qiao Chuchu was stunned, and just when she was about to speak, she was suddenly pulled aside!

She staggered two steps and almost fell into the man's arms.

A cold fragrance penetrated into her nose, and she reflexively pulled her hand back!

[It's the fragrance of Weisheng Wenzhan! 】

She stood up quickly and looked at Weisheng Wenzhan on the sofa nervously: "Sorry!"

Weisheng Wenzhan sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and the pen box was already open: "It's okay, I pulled you over."

His bony hands played with the pure black pen, and he smiled and said politely: "Thank you for the pen, I will use it to practice calligraphy."

Qiao Chuchu was surprised: "Do you practice calligraphy normally?"

"When I'm in a bad mood, I practice calligraphy." Wenzhan took out the spare paper on the tea table and wrote her name on it.

"Qiao Chu"

His handwriting is very sharp, just like his personality.

Weisheng Wenzhan looked up at her: "Do you like it?"

She liked it very much: "Your handwriting is so beautiful!"

Weisheng Wenzhan put the pen in her hand: "Write mine."

He pointed at her name: "Write under your name."

Qiao Chuchu picked up the pen and wrote "Weisheng Wenzhan".

But her handwriting was very delicate, which made Weisheng Wenzhan's handwriting particularly strong and powerful.

Qiao Chuchu was disappointed: "If I had known, I would have practiced your style when I was practicing calligraphy. Your handwriting is very handsome."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "No, I think your style is just right."

Qiao Chuchu was flattered: "Really?"

Wenzhan nodded, picked up the paper, looked up and down between the two names with a lingering look, and said with satisfaction: "Very good."

Qiao Chuchu was about to speak when the pen in her hand was suddenly taken away by Pei Buxian.

Pei Buxian stuffed it into Weisheng Wenzhan's hand: "Hold your pen."

He dragged Qiao Chuchu out of the room: "Follow me."

The faces of the others changed, and they watched Qiao Chuchu being dragged out of the room by Pei Buxian.

Yingchen was holding a piece of paper, a little disappointed: "I was still waiting in line, why was it taken away directly?"