Look good

If this is said by a passer-by, it is called hooliganism, and if it is said by a sweetheart, it is called flirting.

If Wen Changrong speaks out - it's called a skinning warning.

Qiao Xing looked away as if waking up from a dream.

"I'm sorry sir."

The tiger's butt... No, the tiger's body is something that a small ant like him can't imagine.

There has always been only the reason why the benefactor appreciates his body and wants to sleep with him, but there is no rule that he appreciates the benefactor's body and wants the benefactor to satisfy him.

It was too offensive to look at Wen Changrong so nakedly just now.

Although...he really wanted to kneel down on the spot, and use the cover of the car to bite the man's...

"Let's go," Wen Changrong saw that he looked very honest with lowered eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and didn't bother to argue with him anymore, turned around and walked to the banquet aisle ahead. "The time is coming."

Oh, do it.

Mr. Wen Changrong, how much energy do you usually defile boys and girls?Last week, the paparazzi also photographed you and the popular Xiaohua having a happy exchange in XX forest, why don’t you want to communicate now...

Qiao Xing felt sad for his old age in his heart, but he still didn't show it in a professional manner.

He adjusted his expression, ran forward Diandian, and took Wen Changrong's hand.

The man gently clasped his five fingers, and the two walked side by side.

It looks like a pair of affectionate honey.

……

When the two entered the banquet hall, the banquet had already begun.

Wherever Wen Changrong went, he was the focus of attention. It took only 2 minutes to enter the arena, and people came one after another, like an endless army of ants.

Qiao Xing laughed so hard that his face froze, but today he came to play a show again, so he couldn't find an excuse to slip away.

Sleepy, really sleepy.

If I had known earlier, he would not have stayed up late playing games last night.

"Evergreen." The old man's voice sounded, and Qiao Xing was shocked.

coming.

well.

After this wave of blank stares, he can almost leave.

The person who spoke was an old man with gray temples, wearing a modified Chinese tunic suit.

This person is Wen Changrong's uncle, Wen...

Sorry, Qiao Xing can't remember the name.

He doesn't see these relatives of the Wen family a few times a year, and sometimes only once in a few years. It is already very good to be able to remember that this person is an uncle.

"Uncle." A group of people walked up to them, and Wen Changrong called out in a neutral tone.

The old man nodded.

Qiao Xing clasped Wen Changrong's fingers, and obediently called, "Uncle."

The old man turned a deaf ear, didn't answer, and didn't move his eyes, as if Qiao Xing didn't exist.

The men and women who followed the old man unceremoniously rolled their eyes at Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing didn't care. After receiving the sanitation ball calmly, he felt that he had played a role, and felt that he could retire with success.

Wen Changrong said: "Uncle, don't come here..."

Here, the uncle and nephew began to exchange hypocritical greetings, and Shen Qinlan in the distance disappeared at some point.

Qiao Xing didn't bother to take care of that, and just dutifully stood beside Wen Changrong, being a high-level vase to receive health balls.

He has been by Wen Changrong's side for so many years, he has not learned anything else, but he has learned thoroughly by pretending.

He didn't bother to listen to any greetings, he just stood quietly beside the man, with sincere eyes and a proper smile on his face, as if he took it indifferently and listened carefully.

In fact, his thoughts have long gone from going home to eat hairy crabs to the launch of the XX satellite next year.

"...Xiao Xing."

"... Qiao Xing."

"Qiao Xing."

A sudden pain in Qiao Xing's fingers pulled him back from his fantasy of drinking Coke in the Maldives.

He subconsciously looked up at Wen Changrong, only to see the man staring straight at him with a pair of gray pupils, his eyes were normal, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

It seems to be calm and calm, but it is actually turbulent.

It's over. It's over.

It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, Qiao Xing is going to die.

Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked as if being held on the horns by ten red deer for a long-distance run.

But he didn't show it on his face, he just smiled apologetically at everyone, bowed his head and nodded.

"I'm sorry... I was a little distracted just now."

"You have been married for so many years. The elders have to listen attentively to this basic upbringing. Changrong must have taught you, and I believe he can teach you well." The old man sneered, "It's a pity that you can't pay attention at such a young age Concentrate, go to the hospital for a brain surgery when you have time, or you won’t be cured when you get old.”

This old man, overtly and secretly blamed him for being uneducated, and also hurt his brain for not being able to use it.

But Qiao Xing did something wrong first, and now he can only rely on the old man's loss and show an open-minded appearance.

"Yes, you are right."

"By the way, let me ask you..." The old man suddenly turned his attention to Wen Changrong's interlocking left hand, "Why didn't you come out wearing a wedding ring?"

"..." Wen Changrong also looked sideways at him, as if waiting for an explanation.

Qiao Xing didn't react for a while, and belatedly looked down at the big purple diamond ring on his finger, and then suddenly realized what the old man was talking about.

I said you old man, why are you looking at other people's rings when you are old?

Sneaky, restless, kind, perverted!

Qiao Xing cursed a hundred times in his heart, and then began to make up without blushing and heartbeat: "The ring Mr. gave is too expensive, so I seldom wear it. This one was last time..."

"But I saw you wearing it at the last banquet." The old man looked at him with supercilious eyes: "Why, isn't it worthy of your wedding ring to come to see me?"

"No," Qiao Xing could only continue to make up when the matter came to an end, "I think that wedding ring is too precious, and I don't usually wear it. It's stored in the bank. I didn't know you would come to this banquet..."

"The ring is in the bank?"

Qiao Xing is obedient: "Yes."

The old man suddenly showed a look of "I have caught the little thief", and then opened the box he took out from nowhere.

"Then what is this?"

The box opened, revealing the shining silver ring inside.

The workmanship, the color, the size of the diamond...

It happened to be the wedding ring he lost!

Qiao Xing stared straight at the eyes, as if seeing the seven-figure banknotes in the hands of the old man.

The old man looked at him through his nostrils: "Didn't you take it to the bank and store it?"

"..." Qiao Xing trembled in fear.

Don't shake your hands and fall!Seven figures!That's seven figures!

"The waiter at XX Hotel picked it up while cleaning." The old man snorted coldly and turned the ring inside out. "The supervisor saw the Wen family logo on the inside of the ring and couldn't get in touch with Evergreen, so he sent it to you." When I came to my place, I took a look, coincidentally, this is not your wedding ring."

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak.

"By the way, I didn't pick up the ring in the hall, but in the common, common, room, and room on the third floor." The old man pronounced the four words 'ordinary room' very clearly, which meant something , and asked as if deliberately pretending to be stupid: "Why, don't you even open suites when you live in a hotel?"

Impossible without a suite.

Wen Changrong even wants to open a suite for taking a nap!

"..."

Qiao Xing thought to himself.

This is really killing me.