Xu Xia hurriedly raised her fingers to wipe them, but didn't wipe anything. Knowing that she had been deceived by him, she immediately stretched out her hand to twist his waist.
"Cough!" Huangfuruo coughed lightly, "You two, please pay attention to the influence and don't abuse minors, okay?"
"Zi Rui!" Shen Yizhou took over from the seat behind him, "Zi Mo has been married three times, but you haven't been married this time. Aren't you a little behind the pace?"
"It's a wrong choice of words. I just prepared three weddings, not three marriages." Leng Zimo corrected him immediately.
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Shen Yizhou smiled, but his eyes still fell on Xu Xia's face, "Xiao Xia, give him a good test. If he proposes to you less than three times, don't agree."
"Don't worry, I have to think carefully about life-long matters." Xu Xia said with a smile.
"By the way, I heard that there was a great architect who saved the beauty when we were in Rome. Is it really Xu Xia?" Huangfuluo also joked.
"Of course, I am very popular."
"Zi Rui, then you have to be careful." Qin Lan also smiled.
…
Everyone was talking and laughing, but Jiao Yang sat quietly in his seat, looking at the white clouds outside the window, and did not participate in this topic.
The pot of daisies has been repotted. He has not been in Beijing to take care of it for the past two days. I wonder if it will survive.
When the plane returned to Beijing, it was already dusk.
Everyone left separately, and Jiao Yang stepped forward to say goodbye to Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian.
"I'm going back first too. Happy wedding to you two. Goodbye."
The man who came to pick him up handed Leng Zimo an envelope and whispered a few words to him. Leng Zimo nodded and immediately raised his voice.
"Jiao Yang, wait a moment."
Jiao Yang stopped and Leng Zimo hurried to him and handed the document bag to him.
"It's not polite to come back without reciprocating. I hope you will like this gift."
Jiao Yang looked at the document bag in his hand and took it in his hand doubtfully.
"Mr. Jiao!"
In the distance, Su Ming saw him and came forward with a smile.
"Although I don't know what it is, I still want to thank you." Jiao Yang raised his face, looked at Leng Zimo and nodded, then waved to Luo Xiaoqian and Mo Mo in the distance, "I'm leaving."
He turned around and walked towards Su Yang's car. Behind him, only Leng Zimo's voice could be heard.
"I wish you good luck, Jiao Yang."
Turning his face and waving to him, Jiao Yang raised his lips and smiled.
Su Yang loaded his luggage into the car, started the car and drove outside the airport. Jiao Yang untied the rope on the document bag, opened the document bag, and reached out to take back the information inside.
At the top of the information, there is a photo of Mo Bei. The girl in the photo has long hair flying and an uninhibited and beautiful smile.
He raised his eyebrows in confusion and flipped through the information below one by one.
The information is not very thick, but at least it is more than what he currently knows. What is particularly worth mentioning is that at the end of the information there is a photo of Shasha, with detailed information attached at the end, especially the British College of Art where she is currently studying. There is a detailed address.
Jiao Yang felt happy.
Shasha has a very good relationship with Mo Bei. If she is found, news about Mo Bei may be found.
"Mr. Jiao, that potted flower..." Su Ming looked at him in the rearview mirror, "It doesn't seem to be dead. This morning, I saw that the little flower bud seemed to be about to bloom."
