Sweet Pregnant Wife,Be Good!

After listening to Jiang assistant's words, Xue he's expression is seriously distorted, which makes who listen to who is not angry.

"When I didn't ask." The question she had just asked was an insult to herself.

They tried their best to get into the place, and he just came to stroll around casually.

"Dandan, let's go."

Shudan stood in place and suddenly hesitated, "he he, anyway, you see the relationship between President Han and the owner of the bar is very good, or you can ask him." She blinked at Xue he as she spoke.

Xue he pursed his lips, white an eye Shu Dan, "let's go."

"You see, it's not easy for us to come in. If we go out, we can come in." Shudan looked at Xue he, a face of reluctance. They have been here all night, missed this opportunity, do not know when to wait.

Seeing that Xue he was not moved, Shu Dan simply looked at Han Qichen. As soon as she changed her cold attitude, her face was full of smiles. When she should bow her head, "Mr. Han, it's not easy for us to come in. Otherwise, let us go shopping with you."

Han Qichen's eyes can't help but look at Xue he. His expression seems to be waiting for Xue he to ask for him.

Xue he had not seen his face.

Han Qichen coughed gently. He was clear about Xue he's personality. However, she would rather be driven out than ask for herself. "As you please."

Shudan toward Xue he than a "OK" gesture, satisfied with the nod.

"In fact, Han Qichen is a good man."

"Get busy with business."

They went inside together.

At first, they thought it was just a private room. After they came in, they found that there were other rooms in it.

After walking to the innermost part of the corridor, Xue he finally saw the figure of Nangong Shiya. Even in this noisy environment, she was still elegant like a princess. Slender fingers gently dangle the red wine cup in the hand, as if playing with a work of art.

Vaguely looking at the past, there seems to be a man sitting opposite Nangong Shiya. The man's slender legs slightly overlapped, and his whole body exuded a sense of elegance, but it was a pity that only half of the man's face could be seen.

Shudan touched his chin slightly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly. "What do you think is the origin of Nangong Shiya? It doesn't look like she is short of money. Why should we cooperate with such a small studio as ours?"

"I don't know..."

"what should we do now?"

Xue he firmly looked at Shu Dan, "go straight to ask her."

"Go straight." Shudan was surprised to open his mouth, "do you think this is appropriate? The one opposite her should be her boyfriend."

"Not so much." Before Shudan could react, she went straight ahead.

She went straight to Nangong Shiya and stopped.

Nangong Shiya slowly raised her eyes and looked at Xue he in disbelief. The kind of eyes looked like a clown in a circus.

Xue he sipped his lips, and did not know why he was suddenly nervous. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Miss Nangong, we have met before. I hope you can give me a chance to have a good talk."

Nangong Shiya's eyes only stay on Xue he's face for a few seconds. Then he drinks wine and doesn't pay attention to Xue he, as if Xue he doesn't exist at all.

Xue he licked his dry lips and pulled his clothes. The feeling of being ignored was really embarrassing.

Shudan's cheek puffed, "don't you hear us talking to you?" Although they asked for her, Nangong Shiya's arrogant attitude really annoyed her.

"Dan Dan." Xue he stopped her in time before Shudan attack.

Xue he took a deep breath. "Miss Nangong, I won't waste you too much time. Five minutes is OK." She is not afraid of losing, but afraid of her own loss.

Nangong Shiya gently picks up a smile and drinks up the wine in the goblet. Looking at Xue he's eyes full of disdain, "why should I waste my time on you, and why do you think I will tell you?"

"I didn't think you would tell me, so I'm imploring you to tell me." Xue he's voice has been suppressed to the lowest level. She knows that if you ask for help, you should have an attitude.

Nangong Shiya disdains a cold hum, and gently beckons. The waiter at one side immediately bends down and refills Nangong Shiya's glass with wine.

"You go back, I don't have to help someone who doesn't care. If you dare to follow me next time, don't blame me for being rude Every word she said sounded so gentle, but there was a chill in her gentleness.