Chapter 1581 The second master of the Xiang family, the flower of Gaoling (1)

Xiang Yan thought about it again, Qiao Lan likes mellow Italian red wine, and there is some treasured in the wine cellar at home, but if the little bastard stays at home for a long time, it must not be enough to drink.

At his and Si Yan's wedding, naturally the best wine should be used to entertain the guests...

"Master Xiang, is there anything else?" Shu Le asked again when he was about to continue working, seeing that Xiang Yan was still in the study.

Hearing the voice from outside, Xiang Yan turned around and walked out, while ordering: "Someone send some red wine that Er Ye likes from Italy!"

The smile on Shu Le's face became brighter when he heard it: "I know Mr. Xiang!"

Although they have already contacted by phone, but Xiangye has an order, the meaning is different.

Xiang Yan didn't care about the strange smile on Shu Le's face, as soon as he stepped out of the study, he collided with someone whose hair was still dripping water, Xiang Yan's forehead was stained with water, and Qiao Lan's hair was also thrown to paste on the face.

"Brother..." Qiao Lan frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and scratched her face, her hair got wet and itchy.

He didn't know why Xiang Yan came up, but he thought in his heart that he had hurt Si Yan's wrist, so he would definitely be criticized or something.

So after yelling, Qiao Lan immediately took a few steps back, even kicking off the cotton mop on his feet, to prevent Xiang Yan from kicking him within reach.

Seeing Qiao Lan stepping on the floor with bare feet, Xiang Yan frowned slightly, and reprimanded, "What do you look like without shoes!"

The words were obviously concerned, but they used a reproachful tone, even Qiao Lan felt a little guilty.

But he still bent one leg, and slowly hooked the slipper to his eyes with his foot, and then stepped on the slipper again, but his body was still leaning backwards, trying to separate himself from Xiang Yan as much as possible.

Xiang Yan shook his head, this bastard, is he also scared?
He motioned Qiao Lan to talk in the living room, and then went straight through him to the outside.

Qiao Lan wasn't sure if Xiang Yan really wouldn't beat him up, so he stretched his head and glanced at the study room, where Shu Le and Yi Yao were packing up the shelves of books.

Seeing Qiao Lan Shule, he started talking endlessly, anyway, he just couldn't let there be any quarrel between the second master and the prime minister.

"Second Master, Master Xiang asked us to put away the books and display all kinds of car models and figures you like, as well as the balcony. Master Xiang said that we should make it the same as when we were at home in Italy. Even the reclining chair you like After the order is done, the only thing left is to bring red wine from Italy, Mr. Xiang is still Mr. Xiang, and still loves you as before..."

Shu Le spoke positively, and when he looked up again, Qiao Lan had disappeared from the door of the study.

Xiang Yan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the cell phone that Qiao Lan broke in his hand. Qiao Lan used to be very diligent in changing the cell phone, and basically only changed it after it was damaged by his various violence.

Later, it was the mobile phone he specially ordered for Qiao Lan. Although it was also broken, it had a different meaning. Every time it broke, Qiao Lan would let someone else or himself repair it.

Even if it cannot be used any longer due to the beauty and feel after repair, the mobile phone will not be thrown away, and it will be stored in a drawer in his study.

When he left Italy last time, the drawer was already filled with all kinds of mobile phones, but every mobile phone was carefully repaired by Qiao Lan, and he would not be stingy with gems dug from other places. Inlaid on top of the phone, even though it's just in the drawer...

(End of this chapter)

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