"Ahem..." Nie Xunhuan didn't expect Xiao Yu to call Zhan Qingyang a fake foreigner.

Maybe it's because Zhan Qingyang has been developing abroad for many years.

Xiao Yu went to make a phone call, and Song Ling got up to help clear the table.

Only Bo Junyi and Nie Xunhuan were left in the restaurant.

Nie Xunhuan was clearing the dishes and chopsticks. His slender and thick hands gently pressed on her wrists, his dark eyes solemn, "Have you never accepted flowers?"

"Are you going to give them to me?" Nie Xunhuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes, "How come Mr. Bo has fallen into clichés?"

Bo Junyi snorted coldly, let go of her, and tilted his head to look aside.

She smiled secretly, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and walked out. When she reached the door, she turned around and said, "I like red roses."

When someone heard this, the corner of his lips curled slightly.

After more than ten minutes, Zhan Qingyang arrived.

The door was almost broken by him.

If Xiao Yu hadn't opened the door, he would have kicked it down.

Nie Xunhuan even suspected that he might have been lurking nearby.

"Ah ah!" Zhan Qingyang stood in front of the dining table and went crazy, "You actually cleared the table, and I haven't eaten yet!"

He was wearing a black straight suit, exquisite leather shoes, and his hair was combed back. At first glance, he had just run back from the party.

"Mr. Best Actor, what award did you win this time?" Xiao Yu asked with a smile, putting a hand on Zhan Qingyang's shoulder.

Zhan Qingyang shook his shoulders, "Of course it's the best actor!" He looked at Nie Zhaohuan aggrievedly, "Sister-in-law, I haven't eaten yet, can you have mercy on me?"

"I'll cook you some hot pot noodles, and mutton, okay?" Nie Zhaohuan was getting softer and softer.

"Okay!" Zhan Qingyang was very happy.

"Go cook it yourself." However, a big boss spoke.

In the end, Zhan Qingyang took off his hope jacket, put on a white shirt, a black bow tie, and stood in front of the induction cooker to cook noodles by himself.

After cooking, he took a photo of himself, called "Tears all over the face."

One second of comments came forward, all of them felt sorry for the best actor.

After Zhan Qingyang finished his meal, the five people moved to the entertainment room next door.

There are three floors in total, and the middle floor is the fencing room.

There is also a kitchen.

Nie Xunhuan brought coffee and cocoa powder, as well as some cookies that she baked when she was bored the day before, and of course the fruits that Xiao Yu brought.

The four of them went to change clothes, and she was alone in the kitchen preparing.

After getting ready, she put the things on the coffee table in the lounge area next to her, and waited by browsing Weibo. She

happened to see Zhan Qingyang's Weibo, but she found that the comments below were distorted.

Because Zhan Qingyang took a photo of her feet, fans were all shocked, analyzing that Zhan Qingyang had a girlfriend, and all kinds of screams and howls.

She had a funny expression on her face, and she would remind Zhan Qingyang to delete the Weibo later.

A few minutes later, four people came out of the locker room.

Nie Xunhuan was stunned, and her watery peach blossom eyes lit up.

The four men were already handsome and tall, and the tight fencing suits showed off their slim waists and long legs.

Especially Bo Junyi, with a height of 1.9 meters, he stood out from the crowd.

Moreover, he has well-proportioned lines, clear muscles, and a thin figure. No matter what he wears, he looks very good.

This is the first time she has seen Bo Junyi wearing clothes other than suits, and he is full of aura.

Sure enough, the noble and domineering temperament is innate.

"Sister-in-law, wipe your mouth." Zhan Qingyang teased.

Nie Xunhuan glared at him fiercely, "How dare you laugh at me, you took a picture of me in the photo just now, delete it quickly!"

"Really?" Zhan Qing frowned, picked up the phone on the coffee table, opened his Weibo, and then sneered, "It's okay, let them guess first, and when it's dawn, let the agent issue a statement saying it's my mother."

Nie Xunhuan's mouth twitched slightly, "Have you ever seen a mother wearing lace slippers!"

Nie Xunhuan didn't know fencing, she just watched the excitement from the side.

But she knew Bo Junyi was very powerful, because Xiao Yu and Song Ling were not his opponents, and they were defeated one after another.

When it was Zhan Qingyang's turn, Bo Junyi bent the sword with his hands and said coldly: "If you lose later, remember to wish your mother a happy new year."

Everyone, including Zhan Qingyang, was stunned for a moment, and didn't quite understand what Bo Junyi meant for a moment.

Nie Qiuhuan reacted the fastest, looking at Bo Junyi helplessly.

Zhan Qingyang also understood, and smiled coldly, "I won't lose!"

It's impossible for him to call a woman younger than him mother!

However, ten minutes later, Zhan Qingyang lost.

Xiao Yu and Song Ling both had mocking smiles on their faces.

Zhan Qingyang threw away his mask, "My good luck must have been taken away by that movie star!"

"Nephew, accept your fate." Xiao Yu smiled and comforted him with his shoulder.

Zhan Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "Get lost, stop taking advantage of me!"

Bo Junyi handed his mask to Nie Xunhuan and put the sword aside, "Let's go."

They came out of the entertainment room and returned to the villa.

As soon as she entered the door, Nie Xunhuan smelled the fragrance of flowers.

From the entrance to the whole villa, red roses were placed everywhere.

She looked at everything in front of her in amazement, and she was naturally happy in her heart.

But this is too wasteful.

"It's expensive, right?" She asked sarcastically.

Bo Junyi looked down at her, "You woman actually think I'm not romantic enough."

"Uh..." She narrowed her eyes and spread out her small palms, "How could Mr. Bo forget that I am the most realistic person. Don't waste it so much in the future. Just convert it into Grandpa Mao and give it to me."

Bo Junyi patted her hands without saying anything.

After they returned to the room, they washed up and went to bed.

As for how Song Ling and the others left, no one knew.

However, when he woke up the next day, Zhan Qingyang issued a statement saying that the person in the picture was his cousin and everyone had misunderstood.

As for whether to believe it or not, fans will wash it for him.

After Nie Zhaohuan washed up, he changed into a black woolen skirt and a red sweater, and then left the bedroom happily.

She came to the study and said to Bo Junyi, who was standing in front of the window admiring the snow scene, "Mr. Bo, Happy New Year and best wishes for prosperity."

Bo Junyi turned his head and looked at her coldly, curling his lips, "Come here."

She walked over with a look of expectation. Sure

enough, Bo Junyi did not let her down. A red envelope was placed on the windowsill. He picked it up and handed it to her.

Nie Xunhuan took it with both hands and couldn't wait to open it in front of Bo Junyi.

There were several stacked papers inside. She took it out and looked at it with a surprised expression, "Is this the property inheritance form?"

"Yes." Bo Junyi nodded coldly, "Go and sign it."