The host is irritable every day

Chapter 30 Tender grass eats old cows (30)

Although System CC couldn't win against Qi Wan in the matter of rebuttal, he still changed his character and used the word [Don't Think] to prevaricate her domineeringly.

There is no way, there is a grievance, and the debt has an owner. No matter how much you say, you have to pay back the money.

After arguing with the system CC, it failed miserably.

The environment in the waiting hall of the airport is rather noisy, and the orange juice in front of me has also bottomed out after being gasped by the system CC. On the WeChat page with Jiang Yan, the last message so far is her "Do not come back" half an hour ago plus Three exclamation points.

The phone was turned off, and the message was not returned. It was really hard not to suspect that Jiang Yan was already on the plane and was about to come back, and he was still angered by her few words.

In order to go to Languo to see Jiang Yan and earn bonuses, she worked hard to apply for a replacement with Mr. Tao. For this reason, Xiaomeng, who didn't have to suffer, was very grateful to her, and even helped her make a list of going to Languo. supplies needed.

All hotel reimbursement is paid by the company, and it should be regarded as a trip.

Qi Wan's thoughts gradually drifted away, one elbow rested on the table and covered her mouth with her backhand, while the other hand squeezed the phone, her thumb rubbed casually on the screen, after a while, a message popped up on the current page, and Jiang Yan finally replied .

[Jiang Yan: I shouldn't have promised you not to make it public. 〕

The resentment of this message seems to be deeper.

Qi Wan frowned and chuckled, habitually typing with one hand to respond.

[Qi Wan: You can't break up if you don't make it public. 〕

[Qi Wan: In other words, if you dare to disclose it, we will break up. 〕

[Jiang Yan: ...]

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

"..."

In fact, the two discussed the non-disclosure on the first day of confirming their relationship. In the entertainment industry, couples and couples are either with their peers, or they are amateurs and do not disclose it. They are now considered the second type.

Although she is an entertainment reporter, she is not so popular that everyone knows her, except for the time when she was framed and scolded.

He knew that Jiang Yan, who longed for freedom, was just joking. Not to mention him, neither Qi Wan nor the original owner wanted their lives to be disturbed by others. A plain life was enough.

Just like the saying "a pair of people for a lifetime".

Qi Wan's hand covering her mouth with her backhand was slowly clenched into a fist, holding her chin, her charming eyes were stained with a layer of tenderness, and slowly raised.

There was still nearly an hour before boarding the plane. She felt calm and thought that she would wait patiently for time to fly by. At this time, a person slowly sat down directly opposite her.

He is a foreign boy with authentic flaxen blond hair, bright sapphire blue eyes, a hooked nose as sharp as an eagle, and a pointed beak downwards. His lips are close to each other, always showing a vague smile. .

She came to the airport relatively early, and now people in the coffee shop came in one after another and would look for a seat, so the vacant seat opposite her became the best choice for many people.

However, those people usually just stayed for a few minutes while waiting for coffee and then left, or they came to strike up a conversation. None of them succeeded, and they were all scared away by Qi Wan's cold eyes.

It's just that the person in front of him is different from the above two types of people. He neither buys coffee nor strikes up a conversation.

and…

Qi Wan always felt that this person was looking at her.

Because when she raised her head from time to time to correct her sitting posture, the eyes of the two could always intertwine.

Coupled with the fact that the corner of the man's mouth was raised up intentionally with an evil spirit, it really caused Qi Wan's extreme discomfort.

"Beauty." Roger on the opposite side finally came to his destination and looked at her.

Maybe it's because there is too much traffic at the moment. In addition to turning on the air conditioner, the clerk also turned on several fans on the ceiling. The wind picked up Qi Wan's hair on both sides. She lowered her eyes to the phone screen and raised her hand. Twisted the hair behind the ear, silent.

"Beauty?" Roger called her again in fluent Mandarin, and reached out to knock on the table in front of her with his knuckles.

Qi Wan had long heard the person opposite calling her, but she just didn't want to pay attention, thinking that it would just pass, but she didn't expect that he would not give up at all.

Qi Wan raised his head, his eyes clearly looking forward, but there was no trace of anyone else in his eyes.

She hooked her index finger on the bridge of her nose and placed her sunglasses firmly on her eyes. A normal person could see the obvious alienation.

But she still underestimated the cheekiness of this foreign guy.

He showed that smile that disgusted Qi Wan again. With one hand, he lifted the orange juice cup in front of her with a mouthful of unfinished juice. The straw happened to be right next to his mouth, and he opened his mouth slightly.

Qi Wan's heart tightened and he subconsciously blurted out: "Disgusting."

While she was speaking, Roger bent his mouth, sniffed at the rim of the cup with his nose, deliberately teased Qi Wan and said, "It's orange juice."

been played.

This was the first time Qi Wan met an opponent.

"What do you want to say?" She turned off the screen, not wanting to show weakness.

Roger smiled, put the cup down steadily, and guessed easily: "Waiting for the 52:[-] flight?"

Qi Wan was slightly stunned, unnaturally opened the zipper of the crossbody bag, reached out to check the ticket, and was relieved that it was still there.

"No." She replied in a deep voice without changing her face.

Hearing this answer, the other party only slightly raised his eyebrows, but said with a sense of melancholy loss: "Unfortunately, I thought we would happen to be on the same plane..."

"after all--"

He changed the subject, stared at the skirt on Qi Wan's body and curled the corner of his mouth, "We're quite a good match."

The foreign guy was wearing a black T-shirt with a big snake pattern and tight jeans. If he had a chain on him, he would be almost like Qi An.

Fortunately, Qi Wan was wearing black sunglasses, otherwise the disgusted and disgusted eyes would not be able to stop him at the moment, "Our tastes are not on the same level, don't step down on me, thank you."

The way to strike up a conversation these days is really old-fashioned.

The tone was bad enough, but the other party was not annoyed. He raised the cup, shook it under Qi Wan's gaze, and asked nonchalantly: "Where is your boyfriend."

There was a "ding dong" sound on the phone, and then the screen turned on. Qi Wan glanced at the message, which was a WeChat voice from Jiang Yan.

"None of your business." She clicked in the information while unlocking the fingerprint, and replied in a cold voice with no good temper.

Clicking on the voice button and placing the handset of the phone to her ear, Jiang Yan's deep and caring voice penetrated her heart.

[Jiang Yan: "Wan, what are you busy with?"]

Grass.

I like it very much.

Never tire of hearing it.

Qi Wan listened to it again, good Su, I felt Jiang Yan whispering in her ear at this very moment.

In such an environment, it was the first time that she missed Jiang Yan so much.

I really want to see him soon.

On a whim, Qi Wan smiled rarely and answered Roger's question again: "I don't have a boyfriend, but I have a husband."

Then, under people's eyes, she clicked on the voice function of the chat page with Jiang Yan on the mobile phone, moved closer, and said sweetly, "I'm thinking about you, husband~"

After the sending was successful, Qi Wan turned off the screen and her smile disappeared.

Instead, she stood up, reached out and pulled out the straw that she had touched in the cup, tied it with a knot, without looking, accurately threw it into the trash can not far away, lifted her sunglasses, and made a sign to the cup. Please" gesture.

"Please."

(End of this chapter)