Qiao Sinian drank a lot of wine.

But he tastes better and he won't easily notice that he is drunk.

It’s just that you can easily have headaches after getting drunk, and nicotine can relieve it.

Qiao Sinian is very tall and stands under the eaves of the corridor, and has a strong sense of oppression and aura.

"Sinian, can I send Yu Rou along the way? She is not used to living in the manor and wants to go back to the Han family." Minister Han said.

"I won't bother Mr. Qiao, Dad, I'll wait for the driver to come back to pick me up." Han Yurou felt sorry and held Han Yun's arm.

"This is not troublesome," Qin Shien said, "Sinian, you send Yu Rou, and the driver of the Han family will take off the guests."

Qiao Sinian didn't say much and nodded: "Follow me."

"Then thank you Sinian." Minister Han felt a little sorry.

The servants in the manor held an umbrella for Qiao Sinian and Han Yurou.

Under the big black umbrella, Han Yurou looked particularly petite, and her high heels walked slowly in the puddle.

There is still a long way to go before Qiao Sinian's Rolls-Royce, and it is very cold outside, so Han Yurou couldn't help but hug her arms.

Qiao Sinian took off her suit and handed it to her: "Put it on."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao." Han Yurou felt very sorry, "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine."

She took her coat and draped it over her shoulders, and it warmed up all of a sudden.

The suit was also carrying Qiao Sinian's body temperature. She lowered her head and looked at the road beneath her feet.

Han Yurou was wearing golden high heels, which were stained with water and half of the shoes were wet.

The maid was holding an umbrella behind them, and Qiao Sinian and Han Yurou walked in front.

There was rain floating on Qiao Sinian's face. He raised his eyes slightly and his deep gaze fell ahead.

The night is deep and the rain is heavy in the early morning.

"Mr. Qiao, thank you for attending my father's wine banquet. He said thank you very much for coming and supporting you." Han Yurou said softly.

"It should."

Han Yurou and Qiao Sinian were not familiar with each other and could not find the topic for a while.

Fortunately, it was only ten minutes from them to Rolls-Royce.

There were many petals falling on the ground of the manor, including roses, lilies, and stars...

Han Yurou wrapped Qiao Sinian's blazer tightly.

As soon as she looked up, she saw that Qiao Sinian was wearing only a very thin vest and shirt, and she felt a little embarrassed.

She was not short, but she stood beside Qiao Sinian and had just reached his shoulders in high heels.

"Mr. Qiao, my father said you are very awesome. I heard that the Qiao Group in the city center is yours." Han Yuru said.

"Uncle Han won the award." Qiao Sinian said in a low tone.

His voice was filled with the depression and hoarseness of drunkenness.

"I studied finance in Colombia. My dad said that if I had the opportunity, I would like to ask you more questions. He also said that Mr. Song is also a top student in the finance department." Han Yurou and Qiao Sinian chatted.

"Ms. Han graduated?"

"I graduated this summer and I'm back for an internship this time."

"oh."

Han Yurou didn't drink much wine, but there was a slight blush on her face.

She heard that Qiao Sinian was taciturn and didn't talk much, and did not disturb him any more.

When she approached him, she could smell the faint fragrance of wine and the faint fragrance of wood on him.

When he walked to the Rolls-Royce door, Josnian extinguished his cigarette.

He opened the car door for Han Yurou.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao." Han Yurou smiled slightly, held the corner of her skirt, bent down and got into the car.

Her high heels were wet and her upper was covered with a lot of black mud.

Water drops were also splashed on the white dress.
Chapter completed!