Chapter 2087 (1/2)

Hearing this, Han yun'an slightly fixed her eyes and ran into Qiao Qing's line of sight. She bent her lips and said with a smile: ”naturally, it's the members of their family who said it.”

”Which member? ”Male and female?” Qiao Qing continues to ask, the eyes also reveal the dangerous dark awn.

At this time, sitting in the front row of Leng Shutong Qiao ran looked back, ”Vivian elder sister, you say these, is my uncle told you?”

She had a vague impression that her uncle seemed to have pursued Han yun'an.

At this time, Han yun'an nodded with a smile: ”it's really what your uncle told me. At that time, he complained that his income plummeted because of the shrinkage of his property.”

Counting up, she and Leng Shutong's uncle have not seen each other for a long time.

Qiao Qing speculated for a moment, then leaned close to Han yun'an and whispered in her ear: ”let me guess, did her uncle... Pursue you?”

Han yun'an raised eyebrows in surprise, although did not answer, but her reaction or let Qiao Qing heart clear.

It seems that he guessed right!

Qiao Qing sneered and continued: ”if you don't answer me, it's your default!

But how old is her uncle? Does it match you? What about aristocratic origin? I don't know myself at all

Words fall, God assist cold Shutong immediately turned his head and added with a smile: ”my uncle is just 45 years old this year, has been rated as the most valuable gold aristocracy in Britain!”

Qiao Qing... Silent!

Han yun'an turned to look out of the window with a teasing look on his face, lowered his voice and joked: ”according to the age, fury and I seem to be a better match!”

Qiao Qing's heart, instant five flavor Chen miscellaneous.

Forrest? So kind?

He squeezed Han yun'an's hand and gritted his teeth and said, ”don't even think about it. When you go back to Licheng, get married immediately!”

Han yun'an smiles a little and looks at Qiao Qing. He doesn't need to say anything. Just a look in his eyes. Qiao Qing almost disorganizes himself.

He sighed and separated Han yun'an's fingers with his bony joints. ”I mean to go back and take wedding photos. Are you... Angry? ”