Chapter 85 (1/2)

Yan Shiqi handed the suitcase to sister-in-law Zhang. As she turned and went upstairs, Ms. Lian behind her looked at her back with a teacup. Her eyes flashed and she suddenly asked, ”wait a minute. What's your plan for your marriage to Qin Sishao?”

Ms. Lian's questioning voice behind her made inkstone Shiqi go upstairs.

She stood on the steps, man ran turned, ”may be a few days to get the certificate.”

Yan Shiqi didn't lie. This is really her current plan.

Qin Baiyu's figure flashed in her mind, rolling up a light soft color in her quiet eyes.

Hearing this, Ms. Lian pursed her lips tightly and let out her dissatisfaction. She glanced at the inkstone at the end of the stairs and said coldly: ”it seems that you really didn't trust my words and made up your mind to make the inkstone family a joke, right?”

”Mom, since it's my marriage, I think I have the right to decide!”

”You...”

When she was inkstone, her eyes were cool and deep. Looking at the angry look of Ms. Lian, she gave a little smile and her eyes were quiet. ”Instead of worrying about my marriage, my mother should continue to talk to that girl on the phone. After all, my marriage should not be as important as her body.”

Then, in Ms. Lian's face of confusion and consternation, Yan Shiqi left a cold back and turned to go upstairs

This should be the first time that she firmly refutes Ms. Lian.

She doesn't want to know who the girl is, but it's just a phone call. She has clearly seen the concern and care of Lian.

It was once regarded by her as the most precious emotion, but even the lady was light to pay others.

What else can she do and say?

Even at the moment when Yan Shiqi went back to the room and closed the door, she had a very ridiculous idea. Is even lady really her mother?

Inkstone Shiqi is sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony. Her heart is surrounded by complex emotions. The sky outside the window is bright and beautiful. A few wisps of afternoon shimmering light lean on her cheek, but it can't disperse the sadness of her eyes.

A moment later, she took out her mobile phone and logged into Weibo. She stopped for nearly a week, and the last one was still on the balcony of the villa in Milan.

The number of comments has exceeded 10000, and most of the hot reviews in the front row are urging her to blog as soon as possible.

Tomorrow morning, she has a job shooting the cover of a magazine.