Ever since Duan Fei walked towards her, she had not raised her head, and the prayer beads in her hand were pressed hard by her thumb. Her expression was very calm, and her eyes were even colder, forming an angle of 60 degrees with the floor. It hasn't changed for a moment.
After waiting for a moment, Duan Fei changed his face slightly when he saw that she was motionless, with a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.
A slight laugh passed by in a flash, and everyone's focus was on the two old men, so naturally they didn't pay attention.
Qingwu followed the sound and looked around, and soon she saw the curve of the corner of Manyin's mouth that had not had time to dissipate. She was staring closely at Xu Suyun, with a sneer in her eyes that seemed to vent her anger.
Her move couldn't help but remind Qingwu of the scene where she and Xu Suyun were competing against each other.
Xu Suyun looked indifferent and finally opened her mouth, but her words made Duan Fei feel a little unhappy, "My dear, I don't feel very well. I'm going upstairs to rest first."
After saying that, he waved his cheongsam and turned around to leave.
Ling Yansen stretched out his hand to help her, but Xu Suyun waved her hand and said no. Even though she was facing her son, her voice was still not warm, "Please entertain them well."
Ling Yansen nodded in agreement, and then put down his hand that was frozen in mid-air for a while.
He turned around and faced Duan Fei, who had an unsatisfied look on his face, and said in a sincere tone, "Uncle, my mother has been living in a quiet place for a long time, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name all day long, rarely socializing with others. In addition, she is ill and it is difficult to keep her spirits up. So just now..."
Duan Fei was also a sensible person. Even though he was deeply resentful of Xu Suyun for not giving him face, he still pretended to be kind and kind, "Yansen, you don't need to say much, uncle understands. It's just that your mother is in ill health and I don't know." , I feel really sorry for bothering her to attend even though she is sick!"
"My mother's chronic illness comes and goes, so it's better not to spoil my uncle's happiness." Ling Yansen did his best, but kept tapping his tough suit with his slender index finger.
Qing Wu smiled and said nothing, she was really a loach who talked about people and ghosts! She couldn't bear to express her impatience implicitly until now, which was really embarrassing for him.
After her father left, Qing Wu walked towards the tall and thin figure in front of her. She must have been dry from playing Tai Chi with her father. Ling Yansen took a glass of wine from the waiter and turned around while drinking. Shentan's eyes directly met Qingwu's.
He was unprepared, and Jun Ting's outline froze.
She tried her best to calm down, her foggy eyes trembling.
This brief look at each other lasted for a century in each other's eyes. It seemed that everything around them was just a passing cloud, and what was fixed in their eyes was only each other's faces that could not be distinguished from each other even though they were separated by a short distance.
"I……"
"you……"
After a long silence, the two of them actually opened their lips at the same time in a tacit understanding.