Lin Jiaojiao made a good wish, leaned into Zhao Qiwei's arms and said, "Let's go."
The corners of Zhao Qiwei's mouth twitched in a playful smile.
"No rush."
Not in a hurry?
Lin Jiaojiao was stunned.
Zhao Qiwei's words obviously had profound meaning, but Lin Jiaojiao couldn't understand.
But before she could ask, Zhao Qiwei lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against her ear, "I saw two acquaintances and I have to say hello."
"acquaintance?"
Are there any acquaintances here?
Suddenly, Lin Jiaojiao thought of something and immediately looked at Lin Lian.
Lin Lian was still standing there, looking at her and Zhao Qiwei.
Seeing this, Lin Jiaojiao's face turned gloomy.
What does she want to do?
Nosy?
Zhao Qiwei stopped talking and walked toward Lin Lian and Han Zai with Lin Jiaojiao in his arms.
The forest curtain did not move, and neither did Han Zaixing.
The two of them watched Zhao Qiwei walk over until he stopped in front of them.
"Isn't this a famous and talented violinist?"
"Since we were so far away, I thought it was my eyesight, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Zhao Qiwei looked at Han Zaixing with the smile of an acquaintance.
But this smile, no matter how you look at it, makes you feel sick.
Han Zaixing said nothing and looked at Zhao Qiwei with a cold face.
Zhao Qiwei, however, seemed not to notice Han Zaixing's appearance. He stretched out his hand and said with the same smile, "Violinist, long time no see."
Han Zaixing, "Mr. Zhao."
His voice was cold and not at all gentle as usual.
Han Zaixing's hand never let go of the forest curtain, nor did he put down the bag in his hand. Zhao Qiwei's hand just stretched out in the air, looking a little stiff.
As Lin Jiaojiao watched, the expression on her face changed again and again.
She didn't see Han Zaixing at first, only Lin Lian, but when Zhao Qiwei brought her over, she saw Han Zaixing.
Han Zaixing, a talented violinist, Lin Lian's current husband, and Lin Lian's ex-husband's nephew.
How could she not know.
What she didn't expect was that Lin Lian had the ability to seduce one rich second generation after another.
Especially, this rich second generation also likes her very much.
Lin Jiaojiao's eyes flashed with intense jealousy for a moment.
Zhao Qiwei looked at his hand, stretched out there, empty, looking extremely embarrassed.
However, there was no embarrassment at all on Zhao Qiwei's face.
Not only was there no embarrassment, the smile on his lips became thicker, especially when his eyes fell on the hands held by Han Zaixing and Lin Lian.
"Ah, Mrs. Zhan is here too?"
Zhao Qiwei suddenly spoke, his voice full of surprise, and even the volume was a little louder.
It's so annoying that no one around can look at it.
Zhao Qiwei didn't seem to feel it. After saying that sentence, he thought of something, and an apology instantly appeared on his face, "Sorry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
His eyes fell on Lin Liang's face, and he said with a smile: "Mrs. Han."
No matter how you look at the smile in your eyes, it's full of evil intentions.
Lin Lian kept looking at Lin Jiaojiao. When Zhao Qiwei called her Mrs. Zhan, her body visibly stiffened.
But soon, the hand holding her tightened, and the strong force came. Lin Lian's eyelashes moved, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Qiwei.
She hated this man, but more than hatred, she was afraid.
Because she knew very well how cruel this man was.
Zhao Qiwei looked at Lin Lian, two years ago, oh, no.
three years ago.
A year has passed.
Three years ago, that night, Lin Lian was brought in.
She was pregnant, had no makeup on her face, and didn't clean it up. She looked like the lowest-class person.
To this day, he can barely remember Lin Lian's face at that time.
But now, this small face, fair and delicate skin, clean and clear almond eyes, thick black hair...
No matter how you look at her, she is a beautiful person.
"We haven't seen each other for three years. Mrs. Han is becoming more and more attractive."
When Lin Jiaojiao heard what Zhao Qiwei said, it obviously didn't sound right.
She immediately looked at Zhao Qiwei, and when she saw the way Zhao Qiwei looked at Lin Lian, Lin Jiaojiao's eyes darkened.
She took Zhao Qiwei's hand, like a little girl coquettishly, and said coquettishly: "Qiwei, I want to go to the Fairy Temple."
Lin Lian looked at Lin Jiaojiao.
The anger, jealousy, and dissatisfaction in her eyes a moment ago all disappeared. At this moment, she was filled with squeamishness, liking, love, and dependence.
Lin Lian looked at Lin Jiaojiao like this, turned around and said to Han Zaixing: "We..."
As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by a voice.