Chapter 33 (2/2)

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At half past five, the reception officially began.

As the founder of Qin's real estate, Qin Baiyu is not surprised to speak on the stage.

Under the stage, inkstone Shiqi stands in a corner of the crowd, his eyes follow the figure of the man walking through the crowd, with a warm smile on his lips.

”Hi, little sister-in-law!”

Suddenly, a light and joking voice came from the rear. Yan Shiqi's heart jumped. He turned around and saw Mo Liangyu coming boldly in a pink suit with a flowered shirt.

There are two other men on his side. They are also outstanding in appearance, but they are more stable and capable than Mo Liangyu.

Inkstone when seven looked at them, feel some familiar, but do not know each other.

”Hello, Mr. Mo!”

Yan Shiqi looks at Mo Liangyu again, nods politely and says hello to him.

Mo Liangyu took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and handed it to Yan Shiqi. He raised his glass to the two people beside him and said, ”well, I'll say my sister-in-law knows me!”

On one side, a man in a blue tuxedo and a greasy head sipped the champagne with a smile in his long, narrow eyes. ”Sister in law, I'm sorry to tear you down. Hello, brother and sister. I'm Qiao mu

Qiao Mu! It turned out that it was the Qiao family's second youngest son in Licheng. It was only recently that news came out that the dispute over the Qiao family's property was becoming more and more fierce. The old man's body was getting weaker, and the descendants were fighting openly and secretly for their own commercial interests.

At this moment in the Qin's reception, Yan Shiqi looks at him secretly. It seems that he can't see too much of his mind. Maybe it's an illusion.

”Brother and sister, I'm Han Yunting!”

In a moment, the man standing next to Qiao Mu opened his mouth. He was dressed in a low-key black suit, with white cheeks and silk frame glasses, and his voice was a little hoarse. He looked like a gentle gentleman, full of literary flavor.

Han Yunting

Think for a moment, inkstone when seven eyes bright, ”you are... Van brand Han Yunting?”