Slag Gong wants to pamper me

"Qiao's daughter? Engagement?" In memory, Qiao Shiyu has a very good relationship with the Zhan family. She used to like to hang out with the Zhan family, especially the Lord Zhan.

Has Qiao Shiyu been by Lord Zhan's side during the five years he was away?

I feel very uncomfortable, how can Lord Zhan be with Qiao Shiyu.

"You just know about this?"

"Um……"

"Tsk tsk tsk, your sense of presence is really low. I used to think that I could watch some good shows, but now it seems that there is no play."

Meng Zixiang entered the house, peeled an orange and handed it to Xu Yang, and rarely said something human, "Eat something, you look skinny."

"Doctor Meng, do you know the name of that daughter of the Qiao family?"

"Of course I know, Qiao Shiyu, an awesome woman who graduated with two master's degrees. I didn't even get a master's degree. People are more deadly than others."

It really was Qiao Shiyu.

Lord Zhan can be with anyone, except Qiao Shiyu.

"Doctor Meng, do you know where their engagement address is?"

"I have received invitations from them, of course I know."

"Can you take me with you?" Xu Yang seldom showed a serious face. Meng Zixiang was not born to be a master of peace, so he seemed to be entertaining at first glance, but he did not forget his duty.

"It's not impossible to take you there, you have to give me a reason to take you there, if you just want to see it, don't go..."

"I'm going to stop them!"

Meng Zixiang became interested immediately when he heard it, and finally there will be a good show tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll be a good person and take it with me."

Meng Zixiang is full of energy, he likes to do things the most, especially the melon of the famous Lord Zhan, which he likes to eat most.

Holding his chin and looking Xu Yang around, Meng Zixiang shook his head to express his dissatisfaction.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to snatch people with your casual clothes. Lord Zhan's engagement banquet will definitely focus on a lot of media. I think you should change your outfit before going. Let's go, and I'll pay you for a whole body."

Xu Yang was dragged out by Meng Zixiang, got into his car and went directly to the shopping mall. He spent thousands of dollars on his outfit, and Meng Zixiang didn't even blink a few times. Xu Yang had the illusion of being taken care of.

"Doctor Meng, the money for the clothes..."

"As long as you can successfully destroy Lord Zhan's engagement banquet tomorrow, I will give you this dress as a congratulatory gift."

Meng Zixiang was in a very good mood when he put on the sunglasses, as if he was the one who would stop the engagement wedding tomorrow.

"Do you like Qiao Shiyu?" Unconditionally supporting him to ruin other people's engagement banquets must be plotting against one of them.

"Why don't you say that I have thoughts about Lord Zhan?" Meng Zixiang controlled the steering wheel with one hand, turned his head and gave Xu Yanglu a smirk, quite handsome.

"I've seen the way you look at Lord Zhan, and there is no love." Although he is not with Lord Zhan now, he still has Lord Zhan in his heart. Whenever someone of the opposite sex appears beside Lord Zhan, Xu Yang will always look at the other party's eyes .

The eyes are the windows to the soul, you can tell if you love someone or not.

"Don't think too much, I just like to join in the fun. After living alone for a long time, I always want to see the excitement and presence."

With one foot on the accelerator, the fiery red sports car disappeared around the corner like a gust of wind.

One night, Xu Yang barely slept, and all he could recall in his mind were the old events from five years ago.

Lord Zhan didn't want to believe him, but he believed in Qiao Shiyu's instigation. Now, the two of them have developed to the point of getting engaged. What happened during the five years of separation?

Tomorrow, there must be an exact answer.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Xu Yang finally felt sleepy. The moment he closed his eyes, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open.