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Chapter 90 Blame You For Being Too Beautiful

The old lady didn't understand what Qiao Yiyao meant, so when she saw Qin Yueyan speak, she turned her head to look at her.

"Mom, in fact, many people are now secretly married," Qin Yueyan forced to speak for Qiao Yiyao, "And my sister-in-law is studying acting, and her debut will directly affect her career. Since my sister-in-law wants to achieve something..."

When Qin Yueyan said this, the old lady understood.

She looked nervous and nodded understandingly: "We support whatever ideas you have."

Anyway, all the certificates have been received, so it's just waiting for another time to hold the wedding.

Just in time to prepare well.

The old lady has been in the capital for so many years, but she has never heard of Qiao Yiyao's name.

The person who heard the surname Qiao the most was the man of the Qiao family who died many years ago. Since then, the old lady has never heard the name of Qiao again.

Naturally, it was impossible to connect Qiao Yiyao with the Qiao family.

She thought that Qiao Yiyao was from an ordinary background, and she was afraid that the famous ladies in the capital would underestimate her as a daughter-in-law and wanted to hold a grand wedding to suppress her.

The old lady agreed, and Mr. Qin didn't need to ask for instructions.

Qin Yueyan handed the wedding dress booklet to Qiao Yiyao again, and took it back before she took it and looked through it.

"Forget about reading these," Qin Yueyan said with a smile holding the brochure, "I'll find you a top designer later and make a tailor-made set for you."

Qiao Yiyao froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile on her face.

Seeing that the three of them didn't talk about marriage anymore but about other things, Mr. Qin blinked his eyes and got up and went back to his study upstairs because he had nothing to do.

Mr. Qin is 69 years old this year. Since his retirement, his two sons have been responsible for managing the family affairs.

The old lady likes to lean on the sofa and do some simple embroidery.

"Little Qiao," the old lady picked up the handkerchief that had just been put aside and continued to embroider, "If you are an actor, wouldn't your excellent embroidery be wasted?"

"Excellent embroidery work?" Qiao Yiyao was puzzled.

Her embroidery was at best considered top-notch in ancient times.

The old lady paused with her needled hand, heard Qiao Yiyao's doubts and looked at her in surprise: "Don't you know your own strength?"

"No," Qiao Yiyao shook her head with a shallow smile, "It can't be called perfect."

Her words did not seem to be modest, but she really felt that way.

The old lady immediately put down the half-embroidered handkerchief, frowned, took Qiao Yiyao's hand and stood up.

The old lady didn't say anything to Qiao Yiyao, so she had no choice but to follow her upstairs.

The old lady took Qiao Yiyao up to the fourth floor and walked to the room at the end of the corridor.

Qin Yueyan followed behind them.

Seeing that the old lady was going to take Qiao Yiyao to the room where she used to store her collections, she opened her mouth in surprise, and stopped at the door to enter or not.

The place where the old lady hid her treasures she only entered once when she was a child.

Now the old lady took Qiao Yiyao there and didn't invite her, so she dared not enter.

The old lady walking in front glanced at Qin Yueyan standing at the door from the corner of her eye, turned her head slightly and said to her, "Are you trying to guard the door for us by not coming in?"

Before Qin Yueyan could answer, the old lady laughed and teased again: "There are security guards at home, so you don't need to guard them."

Qin Yueyan lowered her head in embarrassment, bit her lip and looked up at Qiao Yiyao's expression.

Seeing her full red lips also raised into a smile, Qin Yueyan's face turned red suddenly, and she said coquettishly, "Mom!"

The old lady squinted her eyes and smiled, beckoning to her, and took one into the collection room.

Qin Yueyan has been thin-skinned since she was a child, and she is ashamed to follow when people don't shout.

The room is not small, with many individual shelves for collections.

The old lady did not pause, and directly led the two of them to the deepest part of the house.

It was a wall with a variety of embroidery hanging on the wall.

The embroidery that Qiao Yiyao casually embroidered last time is hanging in the middle, the smallest and most delicate and vivid embroidery.

"Except for the pair you gave me, the rest are all embroideries recovered from major auction houses."

As the old lady spoke, she took a small, slender iron rod from the long low cabinet, and pointed it at the embroidery hanging next to Qiao Yiyao.

"This is the work of Master Yunmeng in Beijing. Master Yunmeng is very famous in the embroidery field, but his embroidery is not as vivid and spiritual as yours."

When the old lady said this, Qiao Yiyao immediately understood what she meant.

If her embroidery is revealed, it will definitely have a profound impact on the entire embroidery industry.

What Qiao Yiyao didn't expect was that her embroidery work, at best, was the best in modern times.

After browsing the embroidery, the old lady let go of the two of them.

Qin Yueyan looked around like a child who had never seen the world.

On the other hand, Qiao Yiyao straightened her back, walked past these collections elegantly and dignifiedly, at most glanced away before looking away, as if these collections didn't bother her eyes.

The old lady suddenly thought of the first gift she gave Qiao Yiyao when she was staying in Wenzhou. Fortunately, it was some Cuitou noodles.

If it was anything else, Qiao Yiyao might not even look at it and just cast it aside.

The three of them went downstairs and returned to the living room. Qin Yueyan was still immersed in the mood of the collection room, and sat on the sofa in a daze, unable to recover.

Mrs. Zhang had already bought the ingredients and came back, and the old lady followed up to help in the kitchen.

until five in the evening.

When dinner was ready, the old lady asked Qiao Yiyao to go upstairs to call Qin Yanzhi for dinner.

Qiao Yiyao went up to the third floor, stood in the room on the left, exhaled twice before raising her hand and knocking on the door.

After waiting for 2 minutes, Qin Yanzhi did not come out.

Qiao Yiyao frowned, and wanted to raise her hand to knock on the door again, but just as she raised her hand before knocking, the door was pulled open from inside.

Qin Yanzhi seemed to have just woken up, looking at Qiao Yiyao sleepily.

The tie was mostly torn off, hanging casually on the crumpled shirt, with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline.

It looks charming but has an air of abstinence.

Qiao Yiyao lived two lifetimes, and this was the second time she saw such a seductive man.

The first time was also this man.

But the last time he entered by mistake, at that time he was only wearing a bath towel, and he strangled his neck without saying anything, making Qiao Yiyao just want to breathe, but couldn't see clearly.

Qiao Yiyao looked away, "It's time to eat."

"En." Qin Yanzhi responded casually, took off his tie and threw it into the room.

"Why are you still standing there?" Seeing Qiao Yiyao not leaving, Qin Yanzhi frowned again, his phoenix eyes filled with impatience.

Qiao Yiyao pursed her lips, and looked back at Qin Yanzhi, inexplicably wanting to tease the impatient person in front of her.

As soon as the idea came out, the words followed.

"It's your fault for being so beautiful, you just took me by surprise." Qiao Yiyao's red lips parted lightly, with a hint of teasing.

When Qin Yanzhi heard this, his impatient face quickly turned gloomy.

Qin Yanzhi is indeed good-looking, but as a man, what he hates the most is being praised for his beauty.

What's more, Qiao Yiyao looked at him with a different meaning in his eyes.

Qin Yanzhi's phoenix eyes narrowed, a playful evil smile rose from the corner of his lips, he grabbed Qiao Yiyao's arm and turned her over to press her against the door: "What did you say? Say it again?"

His voice was cold and harsh.

Qiao Yiyao pursed her lips and said with a crooked smile, "Sorry, I'm not used to saying it a second time."

(End of this chapter)