After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

Different from the laziness and wantonness of the past, now he is like an unsheathed sword, unparalleled in sharpness, and with just a glance, he can be shocked by the murderous aura of the sword's edge.

Xia Qinghuan walked to Sheng Yan's side step by step: "Let's go."

She didn't throw herself into his arms, didn't have any intimate contact, it was just visible to the naked eye, and her whole body relaxed.

As soon as they left, the pleated skirt moved in response, and was inserted between Xia Qinghuan and Sheng Yan, and their arms brushed against Sheng Yan's side as if invisible.

Xia Qinghuan frowned, inexplicably unhappy.

The pleated skirt spoke contemptuously, and looked her up and down as if looking at goods: "Xia Qinghuan?"

Xia Qinghuan turned her head away, unwilling to talk to the pleated skirt.

But she followed behind Sheng Yan, step by step, put on an innocent tone, and pressed close to his ear, as if whispering.

"Brother Sheng Yan, Xia Qinghuan is Mr. Fu's ex-wife, and now she's with Kuang Lang, but there's no need for both of you to come and pick her up in person, right?"

It seemed to be whispering, but she didn't control the volume at all.

A few people present could hear the sentence clearly, it was obviously intentional, implying that Xia Qinghuan's identity was not on the table, even if she followed Kuang Lang now, her identity was being played with, and it was not worth two people to pick her up.

Xia Qinghuan acted as if she hadn't heard it, but still walked steadily, walking faster and faster, overtaking everyone in a few steps.

Sheng Yan and Kuang Lang were both tall and long-legged, and they strode forward in unison to keep up.

The three of them walked side by side, faster and faster, leaving the pleated skirt behind them in no time.

The pleated skirt is worn with high heels and can only be trotted behind.

"Brother Sheng Yan, wait for me!"

Xia Qinghuan stopped and stared at Sheng Yan's back: "I'll let you wait later."

Sheng Yan kept walking, and went straight forward: "If you can't keep up, you won't follow."

Xia Qinghuan glanced at the pleated skirt behind her, with a half-smile.

"That's not necessarily true. I can't keep up this time. Isn't there a next time?"

She remembered this pleated skirt, where she had seen it before.

Just in Sioux City.

That time she and Ruan Ruan went to catch Zhao Mingxuan's traitor, but they didn't catch him. Instead, they saw Sheng Yan hugging him left and right, and chasing one behind him.

This pleated skirt is the girl who chased after Sheng Yan back then.

Sheng Yan paused, did not speak, and continued to walk towards the parking spot.

Behind her, the pleated skirt saw him stop and thought he was waiting for her, so she yelled louder.

"Brother Sheng Yan! Wait for me, let's go back together!"

Xia Qinghuan's pace slowed down a bit, and the pleated skirt ran a few steps, overtook her, and ran in the direction of Sheng Yan.

She turned around and followed Kuang Lang.

"Where is your car parked?"

As Kuang Lang walked, he kept observing Xia Qinghuan's face, and when he was about to approach the two people in front, he finally couldn't help it.

"Aren't you curious about her identity?"

Xia Qinghuan said in a leisurely tone, "What does her identity have to do with me?"

So what if you know?

The key to the problem lies in reality, in Sheng Yan's thinking.

She was not the other party's sweetheart in the first place, and she was ready to withdraw at any time.

It's just a matter of time.

"Yeah, I'll just ask more." Kuang Lang didn't understand the couple, so he simply put it aside and followed Sheng Yan to pick up the car.

Only Xia Qinghuan and the pleated skirt were left in place.

After the figures of the two men in front disappeared, the pleated skirt walked up to Xia Qinghuan.

"I advise you to stay away from Sheng Yan, and don't attract bees and butterflies everywhere because you think you are a little bit pretty."

The pleated skirt was petite, even wearing high heels, she was half a head shorter than Xia Qinghuan.

Xia Qinghuan looked down at the other party, patted the other party's shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

"Little sister, have you graduated yet?"

"In these days, we still have to focus on academics. Don't be so smoky in the academic circle. It's easy to make people useless."

The pleated skirt shook her shoulders, trying to shake off her hands, but Xia Qinghuan's hands were firmly welded to her shoulders like a soldering iron.

Her face flushed with anger: "You were turned into anger by what I said?"

"You divorced old woman, I haven't graduated yet, but I'm an adult, and I have an advantage over you being younger than you."

"Don't take the flirtatious shamelessness as your capital. It's just a thing for people to play with casually. You want to teach me a lesson?"

"Be smart and keep quiet, I'll give you money to leave here, it's better than the money you earned by selling your body!"

Xia Qinghuan let go of her shoulders, instead of being angry, she smiled, and instead laughed at the pleated skirt.

Pleated skirt: "You...what are you laughing at?"

Xia Qing laughed without saying a word, and took a clear look at the pleated skirt.

"I laughed at you. You showed your hole cards as soon as we met. You are really too young."

"You said I followed Kuang Lang, why are you nervous about Sheng Yan's attitude towards me?"

The two of them officially met for the first time. In the other party's perception, she was only from Kuang Lang, but the other party still held such hostility towards her because of Sheng Yan.

It's not just because Sheng Yan and Kuang Lang came to pick her up today.

There must be something she doesn't know, the pleated skirt has seen how much Sheng Yan cares about her.

This level may not compare to Sheng Yan's concern for his true sweetheart, but it has already attracted the attention of the pleated skirt.

Hearing this, the eyes of the pleated skirt flickered.

Xia Qinghuan guessed right.

When Sheng Yan received her call, he was at the engagement banquet, and the pleated skirt was by his side. He saw with his own eyes that the other party fell into panic because of a phone call, and he did not seem to be calm and self-possessed as usual.

Although in front of everyone, he quickly adjusted his state, and he didn't see any panic at all.

But from the beginning to the end, the pleated skirt is very clear that the woman on the other end of the phone is definitely a very important person to Sheng Yan.

She didn't want to show timidity, and her eyes were erratic.

"People like you are uncomfortable in the room at first glance. I'm just taking precautions."

As soon as the words fell, two cars drove past in front of them.

The pleated skirt's eyes lit up, she made a distinction, and knocked on the door of Sheng Yan's passenger cab.

"Brother Sheng Yan, please open the door."

Sheng Yan frowned slightly, and when he saw Xia Qinghuan got into Kuang Lang's car and the two had already taken a step ahead, his eyes turned cold.

"Sit in the back."

The pleated skirt covered her small mouth, and said softly, "Brother Sheng Yan has become a driver, then?"

"No, no, I can just sit here, brother Sheng Yan cannot be reduced to a driver."

Sheng Yan made a gesture to drive away: "Can you get in the car?"

A look of unwillingness flashed in the pleated skirt's eyes, and she sat in the back compartment.

"Don't be cruel, I'll sit."

"Brother Sheng Yan, now that Sister Sheng Lin and Mr. Fu's engagement banquet has been held, the marriage between the Sheng family and our Sun family should also be on the agenda, right?"

Sheng Yan looked ahead, and his eyes fell on Kuang Lang's car ahead.

"The engagement banquet was destroyed halfway through, so it can't be counted."

Her face turned pale, and she understood what Sheng Yan meant.

Not reconciled, she gritted her teeth and pretended to be coy and said, "Aunt Sheng mentioned last time that we..."

boom!

The tailgate of the rear compartment was raised, separating the distance between her and Sheng Yan. All she could see was the tailgate, and she could no longer see Sheng Yan's face.

Strong unwillingness welled up in the eyes of the pleated skirt, and her hands clenched into fists.

Sheng and Sun's parents have long agreed to marry each other, but last time Sheng Yan would rather ask two Baijia chickens to accompany him than to refuse her company.

This time the rejection was even more thorough.

Xia Qinghuan, is it because of her that she refused the marriage?