Then I saw Xi Zun frowning carelessly: "No, no, no, I'm not a little girl, how can a grown man take a flower? This is from a teahouse. The boss will ask you to pay for it later, so don't break it."
Yun Qiao: "..."
She suddenly had some doubts. As for Zun Ge, a straight man like this, could Chang Ning handle him?
No matter how good the atmosphere is, it needs two people to be in harmony to create it. But Brother Zun is like a piece of wood. He only worries about whether he will lose money if he breaks someone else's plum blossom.
Wen Xuanyan was embarrassed for a while. She couldn't pick up the red plum or throw it away. She was very discouraged.
At this time, Xi Lanting took Yun Qiao's hand and pulled her forward a few steps: "Walk well."
Wen Luyao saw it and immediately asked: "Are you two in love?"
Xi Lanting said casually: "How come we are so good with each other?"
"Just a couple." Wen Luyao said, "She will be your concubine?"
After hearing this, Xi Lanting felt that his ears were tainted, and he was very disgusted: "You go forward, don't follow us. Xi Zun, please send your aunt back first."
Xi Zun, who was accompanying the delicate lady Didi, was walking slowly and got upset. When he heard this, he immediately became energetic and stepped forward to block Wen Luyao's path, separating her from Xi Lanting.
Xi Lanting and Yun Qiao walked forward and heard Luyao shouting from behind: "Aren't you going to watch a movie with me? Xi Lanting, you bastard!"
Yun Qiao: "..."
Aunt Wen is probably the only one who dares to scold Xi Lanting like this.
Then, Yun Qiao heard Wen Luyao getting angry at Xi Zun from behind, "Get out of the way, don't force me to whip you."
At this time, Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting had already turned and reached another intersection.
He went to fold the plum blossoms on the roadside and let go of Yun Qiao's hand. Yun Qiao could only feel the coldness remaining in his palm, and he stuffed a winter plum into his hand, which filled his hand with a delicate fragrance.
The two of them walked slowly, and Yun Qiao asked him: "Are you going home?"
Xi Lanting thought for a while: "It's okay to go back and go to the theater."
Yun Qiao was not very interested in listening to the opera. She was really not very knowledgeable in this area and could not understand it.
Some plays are very beautiful, some are very delicate and can speak volumes about people's thoughts.
But Yun Qiao lived a smooth life in the first half of her life, and her grandmother's death was something she had expected. Her grandmother even comforted her, so this cannot be considered a blow to her.
Grandma always said that when she died, she got rid of the heavy body of old age and was reincarnated as a baby, enjoying the lightness of youth and the favor of her parents again.
Every time he thought about this, Yun Qiao felt that her grandmother's death was a relief and she had gone to enjoy happiness, so she couldn't be too sad.
She did not pretend to be hurt or sad about separation in her heart. No matter how beautiful the play was, to her it was just idle moaning, unable to seduce her resonance and difficult to touch her heart.
"There is a theater that makes very good dim sum." Xi Lanting added.
Only then did Yun Qiao become a little interested.
The teahouse was responsible for picking up distinguished guests and sent a special car to take them both to the theater.
In the theater's private seats, there was a large soft couch by the window. It was around three o'clock in the afternoon. Yun Qiao was tired from playing golf in the morning, so she leaned on the soft couch to listen to the play. She fell asleep after a while.
When she woke up, the light in the room was dim.
Xi Lanting was throwing a handful of medicine into his mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp with the help of tea.
Outside the seats, Tsing Yi sang beautifully, weeping every word.
Yun Qiao suddenly felt that this scene should not happen to Xi Lanting.
How could he get sick?
Xi Lanting's eyes seemed to have hooks, and Yun Qiao's movements were pulling his thread. As soon as she moved, he immediately turned his eyes and focused on her.
"Are you awake?" he asked.
Yun Qiao nodded and sat up.
Xi Lanting turned on the electric lamp on the table, and the small private room was immediately illuminated. The space was small, but the layout was comfortable and warm. The warm orange light of the electric lamp filled the room, adding a bit of warmth.