Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were so shocked that their contact lenses seemed to be about to pop out of their eyes.

The business airport specializes in serving private business planes, with very few passenger flows. The bathrooms near the VIP room in the terminal are mostly empty. In addition, because they are in a foreign country, they are not very guarded and gossip in their native language.

I didn't expect to meet an old acquaintance so much.

But this is not the most critical.

More importantly,

Didn’t Xu Qiao evaporate in the world after falling into trouble? How could he appear in a place where people who are either rich or noble can only set foot on them?

Moreover, the handbag she placed brightly on the shelf was just a luxury that everyone just said that they could not buy even if they had money?

The two of them have been immersed in high-end culture since childhood, and identifying goods is a basic skill.

At this moment, the famous brand from head to toe on Xu Qiao's body and the spotlights on the toilet, the more than a thousand black and white diamonds that flashed blinding on his handbag were really not like fakes.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei were full of crazy questions, and the pink puff was funnyly pressed against the wings of his nose without moving.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Wen Yue looked at Xu Qiao next to her through the half-body mirror in front of her, wiped off the lipstick that was overflowing from the corner of her mouth with a cotton swab, keeping her expression natural, and greeted: "It's indeed a long time no see, I didn't expect to meet Miss Xu in London."

Wen Yue is still smarter than the two followers. At least she has good skills in pretentiousness. No matter how confused and panicked his mind is, she is still considered decent and elegant.

Of course, perhaps, she actually didn't care about being heard by Xu Qiao about her sweetheart's privacy.

After all, in her opinion, Xu Qiao has few friends in the circle, let alone in this situation, and even spreading gossip, he may lack listeners.

Xu Qiao placed his hands that were still not touching the spring water under the sensing faucet, rinsed the foam politely, and said with a smile: "Is that so? I thought I would meet Miss Wen this time." After that, he turned around and walked under the dryer.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei stared at each other with big eyes.

When they talked about Xu Qiao before, they said that they would meet her again next time. I wonder if it was in a restaurant abroad, and they watched her serve the plates for them in a panic.

However, the reality is: the people who are calm and fearless are Xu Qiao, but they are at a loss.

The noise of the dryer gave the two people who were facing away from Xu Qiao a chance to whisper.

Zhou Fei looked back at Xu Qiao's delicate and delicate appearance, and while whispering lipstick, she leaned against Hua Yin, said: "I'm so arrogant, I'm supported by some local wealthy man."

Hua Yin shrugged and said: Sure, otherwise? She smiled ambiguously: I don’t know how much effort I have to spend every day to serve a noble person with fat heads and ears to exchange for this outfit, which is very pitiful.

The dryer stopped working and the room returned to silence.

Xu Qiao turned around and saw the unswerving sarcasm on the two of them. He thought about it and knew what they were speculating about.

The clutch on the shelf vibrated. She stepped forward and took out her phone. When she saw the "dog man" call was displayed on the screen, she pressed and hung up, and put the phone aside.

Wen Yue, who had been in her place, glanced at the notes quietly and continued to organize her hair.

Xu Qiao picked up his lipstick and slowly put on makeup. After Wen Yue was about to leave, she packed up her handbag. A soul-striking position passed by Hua Yin and Zhou Fei, walked to her and asked, "Will Miss Wen go to the city soon?"

Wen Yue said "yes" indifferently.

"Oh..." Xu Qiao was about to say something, but was interrupted by a blonde and blue-eyed airport staff facing him.

The other party nodded to the four people and said in English: "I'm disturbed. Is there a Ms. Xu here?"

Xu Qiao raised his eyebrows and replied in English: "I am."

"Hello, Ms. Xu, there is a gentleman in the VIP lounge who claims to be your boyfriend and told me to come and see it and ask if you have any difficulties. He is a little worried."

"No, let him wait."

"Okay." The staff member stepped out and seemed to meet someone when he walked outside the door, and said, "Oh, sir, you are here, your girlfriend replied that she is very good."

At the same time, Xu Qiao and Wen Yue turned out of the bathroom and saw Cheng Lang nodding to the staff: "Thank you."

Wen Yue was stunned for a moment and stopped.

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei's contact lenses, which were falling behind, were almost popping out of their eyes again.

Cheng Lang turned his eyes and walked towards Xu Qiao.

Xu Qiao turned his head and smiled at Wen Yue, raised his voice, and said very quickly: "I haven't finished speaking just now. I want to say that Miss Wen seems to be very concerned about my boyfriend's emotional issues. Instead of trying hard to discuss and guess with the younger sisters, it is better to take our car to the city together, and ask directly on the road?"

Wen Yue's expression finally couldn't keep calm. After a closer look, everything from her eyelashes to her apple muscles to her lips was trembling.

She held her handbag tightly and looked at Cheng Lang who was getting closer and closer.

He could clearly hear this decibel clearly.

Cheng Lang walked to Xu Qiao, took the opportunity to hold her waist, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Qiao shrugged: "If Miss Wen wants to walk with us, don't you mind?"

"If it's your friend, of course I don't mind." Cheng Lang lowered his eyes and curled his lips at Xu Qiao, and when he turned to Wen Yue, he curled his smile, "Does Miss Wen need this?"

"I..." Wen Yue seemed to want to explain something, and said to her mouth. She looked at Cheng Lang's hand that was holding Xu Qiao's waist, and swallowed it back, "No, thank you."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Then let's go first."

Xu Qiao waved to the three of them: "By bye, be careful on the way three."

Hua Yin and Zhou Fei had a chill and watched them walk away. When they saw Xu Qiao turning his head and looking at Cheng Lang, they asked, "I've been in the bathroom for ten minutes, and you can be anxious. How can you do business in the mall with your psychological qualities?"

Cheng Lang looked at her with a smile: "Is business comparable to that of a girlfriend?"

Wen Yue's face turned pale after just after blushing.

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After walking through the corridor, Xu Qiao turned his back and refused to recognize others. He pushed Cheng Lang and gave him a fierce look.

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows: "Did I not cooperate well just now?"

He knew what he meant when he called her and was hung up by her.

Later characters, timing, lines, actions, everything is just right.

Xu Qiao was of course satisfied with the plot arrangement of this love rival, but...

"This is all your later remedy!" Xu Qiao snorted coldly, "Who told you to make trouble first?"

"I think you should want to use tomorrow's exhibition as a first appearance, and not deal with them here."

"Of course I know you are trying to stop people, and I'm not stupid! But can you restrain your gentlemanly complex? Don't let others misunderstand that you are interested in her? Don't you know that women have a rich imagination?"

Cheng Lang looked a little embarrassed: "I don't think I really said much."

"Come on, report it to me in a word, comma and period!"

Cheng Lang recalled for a moment and roughly repeated it.

After hearing this, Xu Qiao thought, "Oh" and felt that the imagination of the three young ladies might be richer than that of ordinary women. However, while she was relieved, her attention was attracted by another thing: "Why do you still have memories of the green campus?"

Cheng Lang wanted to say that he and Wen Yue really didn’t have this kind of grass-flavored memory, and she and Song Mian were afraid of it. But at this critical moment, it was not easy to turn the blame, so he explained angrily: “You saw it at the National Exhibition Center last year. If it weren’t for the reminder of Assistant Gao, I wouldn’t know who her surname was. What memories do you think I would have between her?”

"But she must have memories of you one-sidedly!"

Cheng Lang surrendered: "This is not under my control."

"I know, so I didn't blame you, I just wanted to..."

"Um?"

Xu Qiao looked at him with a smile: "I have everything I don't have, and I have what others have, of course I have even more, so I have to have memories."

Cheng Lang blinked slowly.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao frowned, "Don't you understand?"

"You want me to take you to my alma mater?"

"Yes, can't it be?"

It’s not that this thing itself is not good. But for Cheng Lang, it was the origin of his mental illness, and there were too many uncomfortable and painful memories that made him feel uncomfortable.

He instinctively didn't like it there.

Although in the eyes of Xu Qiao, who was unaware of it, this is a reasonable and romantic requirement.

Cheng Lang thought for a while and said, "I originally wanted to take you to play nearby after drinking afternoon tea."

"Oh, I haven't been to London. I've checked in many landmarks, but I've never been to your school!"

Cheng Lang smiled and looked at her: "Are you acting cute?"

"..." Xu Qiao coughed, swallowing the tone that had accidentally become delicate, and said in a rough voice, "No."

"Then you act like a spoiled person and I will take you there." Cheng Lang's smile became deeper.

"Don't let go, don't go and pull it down!" Xu Qiao turned his head.

Cheng Lang leaned back and hugged her waist, tightened his arms slightly: "Then you answer me, are you jealous?"

Xu Qiao glanced at him and said in a barely tone: "Oh, it's a bit."

"Just a little?"

She looked at him angrily: "A lot of it is better, so many are so salty that the Atlantic Ocean next door is no longer salty, and the Pacific Ocean opposite is sour!"

Cheng Lang smiled and seemed satisfied: "Okay, I'll take you there."

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To be continued...