good night warlord

Gu Qingyi searched her memory, her previous memory was very vague, and all her memories were related to her mother.

Thinking of the dream she had after falling into the water, Gu Qingyi felt in her heart that after the wedding, she must investigate her mother's car accident again.

"I can't remember."

she said frankly.

A look of seriousness flashed across Huo Jinfeng's beautiful face, and he looked at him with complicated eyes, and just about to say something, a man ran towards them, and one of them had a big palm on his shoulder:
"Qingyi, Jin Feng, I'm here, are you happy? Are you looking forward to it? Have you been waiting for me for a long time?
Let me tell you, the lunch box on your airline is so delicious, I ate three servings.

Qingyi, you promised me the hot pot, and you promised to send me the hot pot base when you returned home, but you never sent it once. This time I came to Hancheng, you must invite me to eat hot pot. "

Gu Qingyi was hugged by a young foreign boy, of course, Huo Jinfeng was also hugged by Long Xian.

Long Xian was about the same age as them, but he had a typical height for foreigners. He had long hands and feet, and was half a head taller than Huo Jinfeng. It was completely effortless to hug two adults.

She is fluent in Mandarin with some accents, and Gu Qingyi has never been so intimate with other opposite sex, so her body is a little stiff, but this is a greeting from a foreigner to a friend, it's just a hug, she doesn't mind.

Huo Jinfeng punched him in the chest,

laughed:

"It's for your own good not to send you the hot pot base. I'm afraid that the perfume you develop in the future will taste like hot pot."

Long Xian let go of them, on his three-dimensional handsome face, blue eyes like oceans smiled:
"It must be very fragrant, as fragrant as the Chinese food made by Qingyi."

Huo Jinfeng was speechless, hot pot-flavored perfume?Is it fragrant?It's right.

Gu Qingyi had a smile on her face:
"Long Xian, I'm sorry. I didn't do what I promised you. It's because I was ill before and forgot a lot of things, including you and Huo Jinfeng. I don't remember them. I hope you can understand."

It is better to explain these things at the beginning, so as not to misunderstand Long Xian later on.

Sure enough, worry instantly appeared on Long Xian's face:

"Qingyi, you forgot about Jin Feng and me, are you out of your mind?"

Gu Qingyi's eyes widened a little, while Huo Jinfeng kicked him directly:
"If you haven't passed the sixth level of Chinese wen, don't show it indiscriminately. What do you mean if you have a brain disease? Can you use it like this if you have a brain disease?"

Long Xian looked confused, Gu Qingyi hurriedly stopped Huo Jinfeng:

"It's okay, it's okay, he's right, I'm sick in the brain."

The three of them laughed and laughed, and didn't notice that in the VIP passage on the other side, a lady wearing a beige wide-brimmed hat, sunglasses and an expensive grandma's haute couture plaid skirt was looking at this side.

Beside her stood a graceful woman in a narrow black skirt. Her pretty face and elegant image attracted the attention of many businessmen.

The woman held the woman in the hat by the hand, and asked softly:
"Auntie, is that brother Yan's wife?"

The woman wearing the hat had a cold expression on her face, her complexion was a little cold and pale, her lips were tightly pursed, and upon closer inspection, she looked somewhat similar to Yan when he was in a bad mood during the war.

The woman didn't speak, and a cold syllable came out of her nasal cavity:

"Ah."

The woman raised her hand to straighten her hair resting on her left shoulder, and said comfortingly:
"Auntie, don't be angry. After all, you decided to come back to Hancheng, and you didn't inform your sister-in-law, did you? My sister-in-law didn't know you were back, so it's normal that she didn't come to pick you up."

The woman pinched the strap of the bag in her hand and snorted coldly:
"I don't blame her for not coming to pick me up, but she hugged and laughed with two men in public, did she ever think about being married?"

The woman tentatively asked in a low voice: "Then aunt, do you want to go over and remind sister-in-law?"

The woman adjusted her sunglasses and turned her face indifferently:

"Why should I remind Yan'er to see this kind of picture with his own eyes? The one-year agreement will come soon."

After the woman finished speaking, she walked towards the exit of the VIP passage without looking back. At the end, the extended Rolls Royce had already opened the door and was waiting.

But here, Gu Qingyi only felt that someone was staring at her, subconsciously glanced over there, but saw nothing.

Long Xian is really a foreigner with a stomach for Chinese food. He can eat spicy food and hemp. He is even more skilled at blanching tripe than a local.

But Long Xian talked a lot, Gu Qingyi realized that she used to cook for him often.

She has nurtured his Chinese food stomach. Not only does he like Chinese food, but even the people in Orlando and his entire perfume studio like Chinese food.

There seemed to be some fragmented impressions in Gu Qingyi's mind:

"Did you bring the stinky tofu I made to your studio? Then let your perfume that time be wiped out because you suspected it would change the smell?"

Long Xian then vividly described a picture of Orlando kicking him while munching on stinky tofu.

The whole box was full of laughter and laughter.

"Qingyi, when can I go to see the flower viewing party this time? My dad has been waiting for Yulanhua for many years, and I can't wait to see it."

When Gu Qing heard Long Xian say that with great enthusiasm, it was too late to cover Long Xian's mouth, and it was all her fault for being careless.

Her text message invitation from yesterday was not sent to Huo Jinfeng.

Sure enough, Huo Jinfeng who was sitting opposite leaned back, took a deep look at her, and then asked Long Xian:

"What flower viewing party? Did Xiao Qingqing organize it?"

Long Xian nodded naturally:

"Yeah, I came to Hancheng specifically to enjoy the flowers."

Huo Jinfeng tilted his head, took a glass of white water on the table casually, and shook:

"Xiao Qingqing, it seems that you didn't invite me to the flower viewing party."

What else could Gu Qingyi do, she could only explain with a dry smile:
"I just invited Orlando last night. I haven't had time to tell you. I want to tell you in person when you are in Hancheng. Don't forget next Tuesday."

After Gu Qingyi finished speaking, she lowered her head and hurriedly ate vegetables to hide her guilty conscience.

She didn't want to invite Huo Jinfeng to Yiyuan. If Uncle Xia recognized him then, she would not be able to live if Yan heard something from her childhood sweetheart during the war.

It seems that it is necessary to remind Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia again that no matter what they see, they are not allowed to say anything.

"Xiao Qingqing, is there anyone who only informs the time but not the location?"

Gu Qingyi almost choked on his question, and said vaguely:
"Yiyuan."

"What? Where?"

Long Xian was sweating profusely and explained: "It is Zhuangzi of Qingyi, Yiyuan."

Huo Jinfeng took a sip of water, and then swallowed, the lips on his beautiful face became redder and more moist:

"Oh, it's there, Xiao Qingqing. I still have the room I used to have. You said you could let me go there for vacation when I have time. Think about it, I haven't been there for a long time."