Chapter 3467 Dad is a rich second generation cannon fodder (9)
Chapter 3467 Dad is cannon fodder, the rich second generation (9)
Since someone took the initiative to pay the bill, Qiao Zifang was not disappointed and said, "Okay, you will do it this time."
Zhang Pingyi poured wine for Qiao Zifang, Qiao Zifang took a sip and waved to Li Xiaohu, who handed him the backpack.
Everyone present paused, not knowing what Qiao Zifang was going to do.
As a result, Qiao Zifang took out some drinks from it. These were specially made by him. The ingredients were healthy and natural, tasted good, and were very nutritious. It would be okay for children to drink more.
"Little princess, which one do you want to drink?"
Qian Yan: Not interested in drinks.
The little girl from the wishing space: "Sister, these are very delicious. My father specially asked me to try them before letting them produce them. The one in the green bottle is slightly sweet, and the one in the red bottle is the sweetest..."
After the little girl introduced a bunch of drinks, Qianyan chose a drink in a green bottle.
With a smile, Qiao Zifang unscrewed the drink bottle, took out a small pink cup, poured the drink into it, and handed it to Qian Yan: "Here, drink."
Qian Yan took the pink and tender little cup and took a sip. The taste was indeed not bad.
"Little princess, come and have a drink for daddy's class reunion."
Looking at Qiao Zifang who was about to clink glasses with her, Qian Yan raised his glasses and clinked them. Qiao Zifang drank it in one gulp, looking very happy.
After everyone looked at each other, they immediately got used to this kind of Qiao Zifang. This is Young Master Qiao. He was very special when he was studying. It is not surprising that he would do such a thing.
As the appointed time arrived, all Qiao Zifang's college classmates came to the private room.
Zhang Pingyi is very good at enlivening the atmosphere, so the private room has never been quiet. There are also a few introverts who don't talk much, but their attention is still here.
Qiao Zifang's male classmates were basically complimenting Qiao Zifang and those who were doing better, such as Zhang Pingyi.
The female classmates paid more attention to Qian Yan, and many people had already chatted with Qian Yan.
Qian Yan has met countless people and can tell what the other person is thinking at a glance. Some of them are simply chatting with her and taking care of her, and some of them have other thoughts.
"Yanyan, would you be scared to be taken out to attend your father's class reunion?" Gong Siqing's face was full of tenderness.
It's a pity that Qianyan's expression was cold, so he drank two sips of drinks and ate two snacks.
But when these people asked her, she would still answer: "No."
"Are you bored?" Gong Siqing continued to ask, "If you are bored, aunt can play with you or tell you stories."
Qian Yan glanced at the other person and said, "It's not boring, no need to tell stories."
She's not a real child.
Even so, Gong Siqing didn't feel any discomfort and looked for other topics.
When Qiao Zifang asked Qian Yan, she would be sensible and not interrupt. Although she was a little considerate, she was not annoying.
At this moment, Qian Yan heard a somewhat unfamiliar but very pleasant voice: "Master Qiao, I'd like to toast you too."
Qian Yan followed and looked over. Standing not far from Qiao Zifang was a beautiful woman. All in all, she should be the most beautiful woman in the entire private room.
Compared with the other female classmates, the one in front of me seems to have not lost her youthfulness from her school days. She is obviously toasting Qiao Zifang, but it can be seen that she has a somewhat arrogant temperament.
Everyone could see that she was a little confused. She obviously didn't want to do this, but she had to do it for some reason.
Seeing that Qian Yan was looking at her seriously, Gong Siqing whispered in her ear: "She is Ye Yongjun, the most beautiful girl in our class. Does Yan Yan like her?"
I never expected that the always arrogant Ye Yongjun would one day toast to the second-generation playboy whom the other party looked down on the most.
He is begging for help but still can't lower his head. Who would be happy to see this look.