Quick Transmigration Blackening Big Brother Breeding Guide

Chapter 228 After Marrying with Little Poor Agreement (26)

"Okay, let's go."

Only then did Gu Qiao realize that Lou Zhuang was just tidying his neckline.

He coughed lightly: "Thank you."

Lou Zhuang took the key and went out, and said as she walked, "What's the relationship between us, we should."

Stepping on the accelerator, the black car slid out.

Nanyuan Clubhouse
In the box at the end of the corridor on the second floor, a group of rich second generations chatted happily with their female companions.

"It's already 07:30, why haven't we arrived yet?"

"Is there a traffic jam? It's not like you don't know the traffic in Beijing. If you drive for an hour, you will be stuck in traffic for four to 10 minutes."

"Hey Brother Feng, by the way, isn't Gu Qiao good-looking?"

The female companion in Chen Feng's arms put a sip of red wine into his mouth, and obediently sat aside.

Chen Feng crossed his legs and looked like he was fooling around: "It's pretty, he still has no makeup, and he sings Kunqu opera very well."

Jiang Yuanliang sat there drinking alone, his expression darkened after hearing what Chen Feng said.

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng didn't realize this, and yelled with his tongue out: "It's just that he is too tall, about the same height as Lou Heyu."

"Wouldn't it be embarrassing for Lou and Yu to go with him?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Jiang Yuanliang sneered, raised his hand and dropped the cup.

Wine splashed everywhere.

The box suddenly fell silent.

"Chen Feng, go and see, why haven't they arrived yet?"

Everyone came, but Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao didn't show up for a long time, are they playing tricks on them?
Chen Feng glanced at Jiang Yuanliang, who had a gloomy expression, and as soon as he walked out of the box, he saw Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao walking towards this side led by the waiter.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and greeted him with a smile: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but it's finally here."

Lou Zhuang explained lightly: "There is a traffic jam on the road."

Chen Feng scratched his head and laughed twice: "I guess so."

The three of them entered the box, and the eyes of the dozen or so people present all fell on Gu Qiao who was beside Lou Zhuang.

Noticed that Gu Qiao tended to dress neutrally, with a white shirt and light gray trousers, everyone had different ideas.

Could it be that Lou Heyu asked him to dress like this?
Male or female, coupled with his 1.7 meters almost 1.8 meters tall, he really looks like a man.

For a while, Gu Qiao received a dozen looks of pity and sympathy.

Gu Qiao: "."

When she was speechless and choked, the hand hanging by her side was held by Lou Zhuang, leading her forward, and sat down on a sofa.

"What's the matter, one or two of you asked me to come out to get together before, but now that I'm here, why don't you talk?"

Chen Feng took the lead in enlivening the atmosphere: "This is not the first time I see my siblings, everyone is a little nervous."

"By the way, you are the first to get married in our group, and you still hide it and don't introduce your siblings to my brother. You are not kind."

Lou Zhuang squinted at the man who was talking, and at least one catty of pomade was smeared on his head, and it would slip even a fly stood on it.

"Isn't this here?" Lou Zhuang looked around, and when she looked at Gu Qiao, her eyes were a little gentle, "This is Gu Qiao, my wife."

Lou Zhuang and Gu Qiao were very close, and when she spoke, her breath hit the side of Gu Qiao's neck, causing a shiver.

Rubbing his fingertips twice, Gu Qiao raised his lips and showed a faint smile: "Hello."

Half an hour later, Gu Qiao perfectly played the role of "Mrs. Vase", listening to Lou Zhuang and talking with people, and smiling professionally throughout the process.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, it was Gu Qiao who was forcing a smile and pretending to be happy.

Gu Qiao: "???"

The boxes are basically full of men, and the few women who act as female companions have a very low sense of presence.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol was mixed together, and some people sang with a microphone, like howling ghosts and wolves.

(End of this chapter)