And she was also mingled with Tang Yaoxi today, although it could be seen that it was not her intention at that time.

But when Tang Qianye thought of that scene, he felt irritated.

Thinking of this, he tightened his eyebrows slightly, picked up the black seed, and suddenly ate Wen Chenjun's White Queen!

"Not interested?" Someone tilted his head and said with a joke, "Dang? Or her?" Compared to the chess game, he obviously paid more attention to the micro-expression of the ten thousand-year-old facial paralysis.

Seeing that he was locked and said nothing, Wen Chenjun said again, "But, I have something to ask for when I give this generous gift." He raised his arms and said, "Qianye, is your business my own? I want to join."

Tang Qianye was so white that his sickly face looked extremely beautiful, "I don't know what you said."

"You know..."

“…”

At this time, the old housekeeper came over and said, "Young Master, Miss Ouyang is here."

Tang Qianye's hand holding the chess stopped, then slightly closed his jaw, leaving the sea to see his expression clearly. He placed the chess piece accurately in a black grid and said calmly, "Let her come in."

*******☆☆☆☆☆《Rebirth of the Sky-Rare Warm Wife》☆☆☆May Floating☆******

Outside the villa.

After receiving the response, the maid gently took the guests into the yard, while the boy picked up his lawnmower and went to work hard...

Rose Manor. As the name suggests, the large courtyards are full of red pink roses. Vines climb around the villa and the yard. Looking around, they are like fire and blood, and are eye-catching. The courtyard is designed to be symmetrical, with a pool fountain on both sides. The pool water is clear, and a white angel statue stands in the center of the fountain...

The rose is strange and the villa is luxurious in ancient style.

It's like walking into a movie...

"Young Master, Miss Ouyang is here." The maid lowered her head and stepped aside respectfully.

In the dark and elegant living room, Tang Qianye Wenchenjun sat at the chess table. Wenchenjun laughed, "Qianye, just say she will definitely come."

Tang Qianye returned to his previous indifferent and quietness, as if nothing had happened before, his face was as white as jade, his eyes were purely pitch black, as dark as if the endless abyss at the end of the universe. After looking at it for a while, he would feel the illusion that he was about to be sucked in...

"..." He glanced at Ouyang Weiwei with an expressionless face and was silent. ▼_▼

When he touched his sight, Ouyang Weiwei immediately turned her face away and her eyes flashed. She always felt that so many things had happened, and she felt a little embarrassed when she saw him.

The two were speechless, and a subtle atmosphere flowed in the air.

At this time, a sharp-eyed person looked at them and couldn't help laughing. Suddenly, he said to Ouyang Weiwei, "By the way, Miss Ouyang, didn't you ask Qianye on the phone yesterday? Since you care so much, why don't you ask him personally?"

There was a smile in his words, which was meaningless.

A woman who was wandering in a storm froze and her face turned red in an instant!

Well……

Did Wen Chenjun shout for him for no reason when she called at noon?

Dear, it's so embarrassing...

But Tang Qianye, as if he hadn't heard of this question, sat quietly in a gorgeous dark carved chair, watching the chess.

The living room is decorated with luxurious and solemn, with dark and elegant furniture. Tang Qianye is wearing a white shirt, and his thin and sick figure is not at all in this thick and luxurious picture. Instead, he has the nobleness of a morbid prince who is cultivated in the ancient castle!

The whole is beautifully like a century of oil painting.
Chapter completed!