Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 742
"It's fine if you're dissatisfied, and you're still yelling at me, saying you like women like Sister Yali, but, but, I can't learn how to be numb!"

Yan Ruoxi almost shed tears when she said that.

"Yan Ruoxi, shut up!" Lan Bo'an felt that he must have done something wicked in his previous life, and God sent this little witch to torment him in this life.

"Don't hit me!" In response to his roar, Yan Ruoxi immediately let go of his hand, and squatted down with her head in her hands—it seemed like a frightened little daughter-in-law!
Watching this farce, Fang Yali really lost all her sadness. After putting down the paper bag in her hand, she turned around and walked out.

"Sister Yali, save me!" Yan Ruoxi jumped up from the ground suddenly, ran over quickly, reached out and grabbed Fang Yali's sleeve - one of them used too much force, and even tore off the knitted sweater of her coat It came down, revealing the green vest inside.

"Ruoxi, let go." Fang Yali was embarrassed, pulling up her clothes while warning Yan Ruoxi in a low voice.

"Eric!" Yan Ruoxi tugged even harder, then ran out, grabbed Morian's hand who had heard her voice, and said in a crying voice: "Eric, Boan told me personally He likes Sister Yali, but why did he force me to get engaged? I'm not his personal property, so why should he arrange everything for me!"

"Huh? Bo'an?" Morian looked suspiciously at Lan Bo'an who came out with a dark face.

Lan Bo'an just looked at Yan Ruoxi coldly, and said lightly: "Have you had enough trouble? Go home and prepare for the engagement. Next Friday, if you dare not show up for the engagement ceremony, give it a try!"

"Bo'an, you always say that I'm useless, I think you're useless, I don't dare to tell the woman I like, she just oppresses and forces me all day long, are you so interesting?"

"Let me tell you, I will never show up at the engagement ceremony, you and my dad have made an appointment yourself!"

Yan Ruoxi turned her head, looked at Lan Bo'an and said loudly, she didn't stay for a moment after speaking, turned around and rushed out the door.

Lan Bo'an's face was ugly, and he ignored Fang Yali behind him, but after greeting Morian, he quickly chased after her.

"Mr. Mo, this... Ruoxi..." Fang Yali pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose in embarrassment. She, who was usually cold and shrewd, was so troubled by this crazy girl that she didn't know what to say.

Morian just smiled slightly, looked at her and said lightly: "Although she is crazy, what she said is not unreasonable."

"You?" Fang Yali's heart couldn't help but jump suddenly—could it be, could it be that Ruoxi was not fooling around, but really felt the relationship between her and Bo An?

"Bo'an came back and told him that I'm leaving first, and asked him to drink another day." Morian didn't intend to express any opinions on the complicated situation between them, so he turned and left after leaving this sentence.

Fang Yali stood there blankly in a daze. After a long time, she slowly walked back to her office, looked at the desserts and snacks in the bag, slowly opened them, and ate them vigorously—to be honest, she didn't like them very much. Eat this junk food.

But every time Yan Ruoxi came, he had to eat; and Bo An, who was so strict with Ruoxi, never stopped her, and asked her to prepare properly—she even saw that Bo An was eating when he saw Ruoxi. Xi is in a daze while eating snacks.

Men still like Ruoxi, a girl with a good family background, a simple personality, and a naive and cute personality—they have an enviable simplicity in them.

After Morian walked out of the office building, he raised his wrist to check the time. It was almost seven o'clock. When he went to the parking lot, he took the car and drove back to the hotel. After taking a shower, he changed into a sweater and slippers. Walking aimlessly.

The city of Singapore is very clean, the sky is very blue, the cars on the road are very orderly, and the pedestrians walking on the road are very fast. As an outsider, he just walks slowly like this. He is still familiar with the streets of the city, but he finds No sense of belonging.

Perhaps, only in such a foreign land can he walk on the streets in such a relaxed manner, dressed in such a nondescript manner—when he was in City S, his nerves were too tense to allow himself to make a mistake: Including acting, including being a person, including image.

Looking up, I saw a Chinese noodle restaurant. The storefront is very small, and the dining table is a long strip around the table, which can accommodate seven or eight people eating at the same time. Now there is only one old man eating noodles, chatting with the boss while eating. Current events, sports and what not.

Morian walked in without thinking, "Boss, here's a bowl of hot and sour noodles."

"Good!" The boss quickly stopped chatting, turned around to help him cook the noodles, and said, "Young man, I can understand Chinese."

"Oh, I'm used to it." Morian smiled and sat down at a distance from the old man eating noodles.

"The young man speaks Chinese very well." The heat was blowing on the old man's face, and the wrinkles on his forehead were deep and eye-catching.

"I'm Chinese, and I'm here on a business trip." Morian took the face from him and smiled slightly.

"Oh, no wonder." The old man nodded again and again, and he didn't know what to think of, and he didn't talk to Morian anymore, and he didn't chat with the old man who was eating noodles.

Morian took a newspaper and ate it while reading it. After a while, he ate up a large bowl of noodles—including the soup inside.

"The old man is slow, I'll go first." Morian stood up and greeted the old man, then walked out.

"My hometown is in Shandong!" the old man said suddenly.

Morian paused slightly, looked back at the old man and said, "It's developing well there. Recently, there was a movie called "Crossing the Guandong" about Shandong, and our chairman's wife is also from Shandong."

"Yes, yes, we have a big shot in Shandong. And that movie, I've watched it many times. Many times." The old man's voice was originally quite loud, but when he talked about that movie, his voice became quiet again. There seemed to be faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

Morian's eyes flickered slightly, he turned and walked out slowly.

In this beautiful garden-like city, the neon lights at night are particularly magnificent and dazzling, but no matter how beautiful the night lights decorated by this neon lights are, how many people are really in the mood to appreciate them?
Under this gorgeous night, how many stories of joys and sorrows are being staged?

"Bo An, what's the matter?"

"I'm on B28!"

"You want me to come over?"

"kindness."

"it is good."

Putting down the phone, Morian reached out to stop the car and walked towards An Ning Road—I don't know if he subdued the little witch and he decompressed in the bar, or maybe the little witch was upset and wanted to decompress.

When Morian went to the bar, it was easy to find Lan Boan—because everyone was either drinking or dancing, and there were only two weirdos, Lan Boan and Yan Ruoxi, sitting opposite each other like cross-eyed, neither talking nor drinking .

(End of this chapter)