withdrawal preference

Chapter 21
Qi Suining was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, frowned, and said directly: "Give me the things."

Qi Qiaoyi was stunned, with an embarrassing expression on her face, she gritted her teeth unnaturally, her voice was tense, and she raised her voice guiltily: "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

Lin Lanhui, who was on the side, was already frightened when she saw Qi Suining. At this moment, she looked Qi Suining up and down for a while, and then stepped forward, pretending to care: "Suining, what's wrong with you, you are so wet when you go out, Quick, go up and change a set of clothes."

Qi Suining didn't respond, but his eyes were cold, as if frost and snow had frozen.

Qi Qiaoyi's palms were sweating, she never dreamed that Qi Suining would come back alive.

She really deserved to die, and everyone would be better off after she died.

Even Zhou Jinyan.
Zhou Jinyan didn't have to be tortured by her every day.

But she was alive, and she walked in front of her again.

"I said, give me something." Qi Suining's voice was extremely calm, and every word seemed extraordinarily cold.

Qi Qiaoyi shivered, and the next moment, she raised her head vigorously and sneered calmly, "Things? What things? Qi Suining, stop wishful thinking here, some things are not yours for a long time, I got them, I will never hand it over to you in my life!"

After she said this, she was actually very confused.

But Qi Suining's eyes were dark and unpredictable, so he went straight upstairs without saying a word.Briquette also walked on short legs, exhaled happily, and followed Qi Suining to leave.

Lin Lanhui's mother and daughter watched Qi Suining walk away, and they both heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other.

"How could she come back alive?" Lin Lanhui spoke first, her voice was fluttering, and the fear in her pupils spread after Qi Suining left, and finally fully revealed.

"Don't you have to ask grandpa!" Qi Qiaoyi was very agitated in her heart, and her tone was very aggressive, "Is he really old, and he can't do such a simple thing well!"

"Qiaoyi, how could you say that about your grandpa?" Lin Lanhui couldn't believe it. Her lips trembled before she said in surprise, "Have you forgotten? When you were young, grandpa was so kind to you. Do you want Drinking milk powder, grandpa picked up a can and bought it for you, don’t you remember now?”

What Qi Qiaoyi hates the most is that Lin Lanhui always likes to mention the past.

What is there to mention in the past?During those impoverished years, I was like a mouse in the gutter, living in hiding every day.

Qi Song was afraid that their existence would be noticed by the Bai family, so he ignored them and made them suffer.

Although Qi Qiaoyi was only three or four years old at the time, those memories were like scars, imprinted on her body, reminding her over and over again how unbearable her birth was every late night.

"Mom, why do you say these things? What's the point of saying these things?" Qi Qiaoyi completely lost her face, "I still have a set of magazines to shoot today. I just won the best newcomer award, and now it's the most important thing." In the development stage, I don't want anyone to hinder me, including you and Grandpa."

The word 'Grandpa' is said unwillingly.

Lin Lanhui's heart was bleeding. She looked at Qi Qiaoyi's leaving back, and her eyes were moist. When did her daughter become like this and become so cold-blooded? Lin Lanhui couldn't figure out what step it took. wrong.

The Zhou family, an old house.

In the evening, Liang Wenyan arrived at Zhou's house in time for dinner. When passing by the garden, Zhou Guanhe was drinking tea in the tea room, and his wife Song Ya was beside him, gently helping to pour the tea.

Listening to the sound of the rain in the courtyard, the breeze blowing on the face, and the fragrance of tea, it is very poetic and picturesque.

"Hello, Uncle, Hello, Aunt." Liang Wenyan quickly stopped in his tracks, greeted him sternly, and put on a cute face.

They are all in the same circle. Zhou Jinyan's father, Zhou Guanhe, is notoriously strict in the circle, while Song Ya is a model of a lady, a gentle and virtuous wife, a husband and a child.

Both of these two have very upright and standard temperaments, so that Liang Wenyan, who is so foolish, immediately restrained himself, and it was rare to have a straight form.

"Come here to find Jin Yan?" Zhou Guanhe said dignifiedly and calmly: "Let the housekeeper take you there."

Liang Wenyan naturally obeyed and did as he was told, and he was relieved until he was far away.

Zhou Jinyan was practicing calligraphy in the study. When Liang Wenyan entered, he just threw a copybook on the ground.

Liang Wenyan closed the door with his feet, bent down to pick up the copybook, glanced at it, and then smiled: "I really didn't say it, why are you so overwhelmed and suddenly started practicing calligraphy?"

Zhou Jinyan was notoriously disobedient when he was young, so he practiced calligraphy. In order to be able to sit in the study for a while, write a few fewer words, and compete wits with Zhou Guanhe, I don’t know how many times he suffered. Hit, the stick wrapped in a ball of rattan, broke several.

It's good now, I'm old, and I'm starting to practice calligraphy.

Liang Wenyan shook his head, inevitably amused, and put the copybook in front of Zhou Jinyan: "Look for yourself, this word can still be saved?"

Zhou Jinyan had a cold face, his handsome facial features seemed to be drenched in ice, and the cold air was pressing, "I have something to say, and it's none of your business for me to practice calligraphy."

"Hey! Don't swear, you man! Practicing calligraphy is for self-cultivation. You practice swearing at the same time. It's purely for nothing!" Liang Wenyan finished joking and felt bored. He sat on the sofa beside him and finally Slowly said the business: "Do you remember Wen Xi?"

"Warm?" Zhou Jinyan put down the brush and threw it on the inkstone, "This name is strange."

"Aren't you, you? Scumbag, you don't even remember his name? Wen Xi, Wen Xi from the same brokerage company as Qi Qiaoyi."

Liang Wenyan emphasized his voice, lit a cigarette, exhaled slowly, turned his face to look at Liang Wenyan, "I mean, do you have an impression?"

This time, Zhou Jinyan was silent for a moment before saying, "What's the matter, tell me."

"This little girl came to look for me today, and I don't know where she found out about Suining."

This time, before Liang Wenyan could finish speaking, Zhou Jinyan had strode up to him.

Zhou Jinyan looked at him condescendingly, and interrupted hastily: "Sui Ning? She went to find Suining? Who gave her the courage!"

"Yo, you're alive? Aren't you in a cold war with Qi Suining? They don't want to marry you anymore, what a hurry!" Liang Wenyan looked at Zhou Jinyan's death, really annoying,' With a tusk, he said, "I want to save face and suffer, and I'm talking about you."

Zhou Jinyan's expression was complicated, his sword eyebrows were tightened, he ignored Liang Wenyan's teasing, and said coldly: "You talk about business."

(End of this chapter)