Chapter 1029 (1/2)

The man followed Ling Zihuan's direction to look back and asked with interest, ”what do you see?”

Yan Shiqi tilted his head and looked at the gorgeous fireworks just blooming outside the window. ”Huanhuan seems to be escaping from brother Qiao. Is that my illusion?”

If you change to do as usual, the little girl will rush to Qiao Mu's side for the first time.

It happened that when she sat down tonight, she procrastinated for a long time before sitting beside herself and Huo Yun.

On the other hand, second brother Qiao sat alone across the round table, his eyebrows and eyes were covered with frost. Even if he didn't say a word, we could see that he was unhappy.

Qin Baiyu heard her analysis and looked down at her arm on the windowsill. She took her fingertips and put them in her palm. ”Even you can see it. Qiao Er naturally knows it.”

Inkstone when seven mouth slightly open, ”so it is not an illusion! What's the matter, little girl? Yesterday was good. It doesn't look like a fight... ”

She can't figure out what Ling Zihuan really thinks.

Without understanding the situation, she could not come forward to persuade.

In a moment, a dull hum came from my ear. Yan Shiqi and Qin Baiyu looked sideways and saw that Huo Ming's palm fell on Qiao Mu's shoulder.

It's from Joe two.

Huo Ming looked at the palm of his hand, and then at Qiao mu, ”brother, are you really not fit? I didn't try hard, either! ”

These two people, both holding wine glasses, smile and die of enmity.

Huo Ming is really a rough man. Even if he just patted Qiao mu, he almost got internal injury.

Don't you know what it means to be merciful?!

Qiao Mu glanced at him, but the opposite Ling Zihuan couldn't sit still. ”Second, second uncle, are you ok?”

The little girl worried about him. Although she avoided his eyes in the whole process tonight, she couldn't resist the burst of emotion in her heart.

Qiaomu across the table to her is full of worried eyes, eyebrows gently, carelessly take back the line of sight, look up half a glass of wine will drink.

He so ignores himself, Ling Zihuan's heart was stung for a while, sour and astringent a little pain.

It's a strange feeling.