Hearing Zhou Yao's sneezing, Ruan Qinghua silently raised the corner of her lower lip.

She glanced at Jiang Huaiqian and whispered: "Are you friends?"

JAC raised his eyes, "It's not."

"..." Ruan Qinghua choked slightly, not expecting that he could be so merciless.

She turned her head and pressed the smile on the corner of her lower lip, and said slowly: "Oh."

The two continued to walk forward and quiet for a while. She suddenly asked, "What if I like him very much?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiqian paused slightly, staring at her with a smile on his face, without saying a word.

"?"

Ruan Qinghua was confused by him and was about to continue asking, Zhou Pan turned around and said, "Senior Sister Ruan, is it OK here?"

Ruan Qinghua looked up and said, "You ask Meng Yao, I'm free."

Meng Yao smiled and said, "This one, Qinghua and I often came when we were studying before, but we didn't expect it to be open."

Zhou Pan's eyes lit up and nodded and said, "Okay, senior sister, did you come with your roommate before?"

Meng Yao: "Absolutely, there are other alumni."

Zhou Pan: "Is there any male classmates?"

Meng Yao raised her eyebrows and touched her head: "Of course there is, you see that your senior sister Ruan is so beautiful, can there be fewer people chasing her?"

Zhou Pan said "Oh" and deliberately elongated the ending: "Is there anyone who has caught up?"

Meng Yao looked back and saw the two people who could hear their conversation, and said mysteriously: "I dare not say this, you have to ask you Senior Sister Ruan."

Zhou Pan: “…”

Zhou Yao looked at the smirk on Meng Yao's face and silenced for a few seconds for some people.

I opened a large private room and six people went in.

Ruan Qinghua was not very interested in singing duets, so she just found a corner to rest.

Jiang Huaiqian is next to her.

Meng Yao and Zhou Yao really came to sing. Within half an hour, they went from songs one by one to songs one by one to duet.

The sound of the private room was lingering, all of their singing.

But the two of them have good singing skills and can do whatever type of music, which will make the audience happy.

As we were singing, someone knocked on the door of the private room. It was the clerk who came to deliver beer and drinks.

Zhou Pan and Zhao Huajing ordered a lot of food and drinks.

"What do you want to drink?"

Ruan Qinghua glanced at it and said, "Juice Bar."

Jang Huaiqian brought her a cup.

"Thanks."

Ruan Qinghua lowered her head and sipped, looking at him sideways, "Don't you go to sing?"

"Um."

Ruan Qinghua nodded and continued to look at Meng Yao who was immersed in the singing.

She was watching, and Jiang Huaiqian's voice came from her ears: "Why don't you go?"

"I don't sing well." Ruan Qinghua said honestly: "Not many people know."

Jiang Huaiqian raised his eyes, held a pair of poker that the clerk had just brought in, and asked casually: "Is that true?"

Ruan Qinghua raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Huaiqian said slowly, "Didn't you come often before?"

“…”

Ruan Qinghua said "Yes", "Most of the time, I come with Meng Yao and the others."

Jiang Huaiqian glanced at her and stopped talking.

For some reason, Ruan Qinghua thought his problem was quite interesting.

She touched the tip of her nose and asked back: "Where are you."

"What?"

"When you were in college, didn't you go to KTV?"

JAC stopped playing poker and looked straight at her, "Curious?"

"..." Ruan Qinghua thought for a while and moved to the side: "I'm not curious, just ask casually."

Jiang Huai sneered humbly.

Ruan Qinghua: "..."

She sat in place awkwardly, looking for the steps on her own: "Forget it if you don't want to talk."

"how?"

Jiang Huaiqian glanced at her and asked with a hilarious question: "I'm still angry."

Ruan Qinghua spoke in a silence and whispered: "How could I be angry?"

"You have."

Jiang Huaiqian did not give her a way to retreat, so he exposes her without hesitation.

Ruan Qinghua choked and suddenly stopped talking to him.

After quiet for a while, Jiang Huaiqian whispered: "Will you take your younger brother tomorrow?"

Ruan Qinghua was slightly stunned and responded softly.

"How old is he?"

Ruan Qinghua looked at him sideways, stared at him for a while, counted and said, "It seems like he is ten years old."

JAC did not ask why it seemed.

He said "hmm" and said softly: "Prepare to take him at home for a day?"

"have no idea."

Ruan Qinghua actually hasn't gotten along with Xiao Luo much, but she knows what type of child Xiao Luo is.

Will act spoiled.

A very cute little boy.

This is the deepest impression Ruan Qinghua has on him.

Jiang Huaiqian looked at her side, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly. His Adam's apple rolled up and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you refuse if you don't want to bring it?"

Ruan Qinghua was slightly stunned, and walked down and said, "It's not that simple."

It is not easy to break things like family affection.

Ruan Qinghua and Feng Qiaolan didn't have much contact, but she was her mother after all. She did not do evil things and did not abuse her. She could not not interact with her.

However, the relationship between mother and daughter is not too intimate. In the final analysis, there is a distance.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Huaiqian was about to speak, but Zhou Yao, who was tired of singing, shouted: "Hey, why don't you play cards."

Meng Yao: "What are you fighting?"

Zhou Pan: "Doudizhu?"

"How do you fight six people?"

“…”

Ruan Qinghua laughed and interrupted, "You fight, I won't play."

JAC: “Well, I don’t play either.”

The other four people: "…"

Zhou Yao glanced at the two of them and was very disgusted: "If you like to play, let's play."

Finally, Meng Yao, Zhou Yao and Zhao Huajing began to fight against Landlords.

Ruan Qinghua was a little interested and consciously came to Meng Yao to watch the battle.

"Why not?"

Zhou Pan suddenly had a whim and said: "Each of us chooses a supporter, and we will be punished together if we lose later? How about taking the truth and taking a big risk?"

Zhou Yao: "Okay, who supports me?"

He glanced at him, "Mr. Jiang, you're the one."
To be continued...