This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 62 is the most annoying!

Yan Shiqi shook hands with Ling Mi for a moment, and then both let go.

  The atmosphere in the box was strange, Mo Liangyu and Ying Feifei stood on one side at a loss, like two airbags.

  In fact, when I first saw Ling Mi, Ying Feifei disliked it very much.

  The woman’s eyes were very vicious, Ling Mi had a lofty expression from the moment she entered the door, even if she deliberately showed approachability, she still couldn’t hide her pride.

  Sure enough, it’s the most annoying to post small things!

  As for Qin Baiyu’s gaze, he has been gathering on Yan Shiqi since he entered the door. He glanced faintly at the four-person dining table when he saw them let go.

   Seeing his gaze, Yan Shiqi raised his eyes and stared at him, "Why don't you eat here? I'll change places with Feifei."

  Since it was a small recount, she didn't want to bother in vain.

   "No need, let's go together." Qin Baiyu naturally hooked her hand in her palm, "Isn't it going to leave tomorrow? The right is for you to do it."

  While speaking, the man’s thin lips were smiling, and her deep eyes were engraved with her delicate face, leading her to take the lead in a seat with a gesture that could not be rejected.

  In this scene, Ling Mi's dignified expression collapsed in an instant. She stood in place and was completely ignored, like a joke.

  Ming Ming will pick her up tonight, but now it has evolved into Yan Shiqi’s practice dinner.

  As early as when she heard that Qin Baiyu was about to get married, she hurriedly dropped the graduation questions in her hand and rushed back as soon as possible.

  For so many years, liking him has become a **** habit.

   Although bitter and suffering, it is her sweetest thing.

  Everyone knows her intentions, except... She never dared to reveal a trace to Qin Baiyu.

  This relationship is the strongest bond she can stand on his side. She thinks that no one will be closer to him than her.

  But now...

  All of her self-righteousness is like a willow catkin, the moment she missed it, there is no vitality for the dead.

  Ling Mi stood on the spot in a daze, forgetting to maintain her dignity, and the panic that came out of her eyes was fascinating.

   Mo Liangyu cast a faint gaze on Ling Mi, and when she saw her trance and lonely expression, she inadvertently laughed at herself silently.

  At this moment, everyone has a different mind.

  Only Yan Shiqi was able to see through Qingming. When she was seated, Yu Guang had already observed Ling Mi's changes.

   There are stars in her eyes, her red lips are smiling, like a wise man sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, ethereally seeing through everyone's mind.

  Qin Baiyu took his seat, and saw a few people still standing on the spot, their tone of voice divergent, "Come here and sit."

  Ling Mi was stunned by his voice back to reason, and exerted all his strength to suppress the tumbling emotions in his heart, and the smile reappeared on his cheeks, seeming to have returned to a dignified daughter.

   As if she didn’t know it, she stepped on high heels to Shi Shiran sitting next to Qin Baiyu, and then looked at Mo Liangyu, "Xiaoyu, you and that girl sit on both sides, I and Bai Yu squeeze!"

  In front of a square table that can only accommodate four people, Yan Shiqi was alone on one side, and Ling Mi deliberately sat on the same side with Qin Baiyu, whose intention was obvious.

  Ying Feifei frowned involuntarily. Just about to speak, Qin Baiyu, who was sitting next to Ling Mi, stood up comfortably, propped on his knees, his voice was mellow and magnetic: "You don't have to squeeze, I'll just be with Xiao Qi."

  Xiao Qi...

  This is the first time Yan Shiqi heard him call his name.

  She looked at him, with an unspeakable throbbing, gently drawn into her heart, entwined with a deep warmth.

  The man stood up with an elegant and leisurely manner, and the noble and cold handsome face looked at Yan Shiqi, covered with a rich layer of soft light.

After all, he ignored Ling Mi’s embarrassed expression and sat next to Yan Shiqi. He suddenly reached the cold soy milk on the table with his fingers, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked at her with warning and pampering: “Don’t drink too much. Ice hurts the stomach."

  (End of this chapter)