This seventh uncle was occasionally moody. After a few days, he would definitely apologize to Yun Qiao and give him something small to make up for it.
I don't know if he is cold on the outside or warm on the inside, or if he just treats her differently.
The last time Yun Qiao lost to him on purpose, it might have offended his self-esteem, so he threw up his sleeves and walked away.
He didn't show up during these days either.
On such an occasion today, Yun Qiao guessed that he would definitely go. After all, his nephew's wedding was considered a big event.
Unless he is really too sick to get out of bed.
"...I originally thought that when we arrived at the wedding banquet hall, Uncle Qi would see me looking like a butterfly and feel embarrassed for me, so he would naturally step forward to save me.
When the time comes, I will definitely earn some fame by following Uncle Qi and drawing so much attention." Yun Qiao said truthfully.
Unexpectedly, Xi Lanting went directly to the fourth room to pick her up.
She guessed correctly.
Xi Lanting: "..."
No wonder she was willing to wear this one.
There was silence in the carriage for a moment.
Yun Qiao took the half bottle of soda from his palm and accidentally touched his finger. She was shocked to realize that at this moment, his fingertips were as cold as ice.
The cold soda gave his fingers a layer of frost.
I don't know how long Uncle Qi can live like this. Yun Qiao looked at him and felt pity in his heart.
It would be a real loss for such an outstandingly beautiful man to have such a short lifespan.
However, when Uncle Qi is about to die, Yun Qiao will probably have finished all the affairs of the Xi family and can leave.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Uncle Qi say: "My hands often get cold, and I won't die in an instant."
Yun Qiao: "..."
She glanced at Xi Lanting in surprise.
Could Uncle Qi be able to read minds?
Not only that, when Uncle Qi kills people, he is faster than a gun, and his fingers are sharper than knives; every time he looks at someone, he glances at him, even people who are not close to him can still receive his hints, as if his eyes can
speech.
When others slander him, he can always put it right.
Uncle Qi, who is he?
When Yun Qiao thought of this, Xi Lanting suddenly took action and gently pressed her eyebrows.
His fingers were too cold, and a chill almost invaded Yun Qiao's brain.
She shivered.
Maybe it was too cold, her mind buzzed for a while, all distracting thoughts were swept away, and for a long while she didn't even remember what she had just been thinking about.
At this time, the car arrived at the hotel where the wedding banquet was held.
From the road to the entrance of the hotel, a long red carpet was laid out. On both sides of the red carpet stood the adjutants of the military government, who were heavily guarded. Behind the adjutants, a large number of tabloid reporters gathered to take pictures of the guests.
The spotlight hurts people's eyes.
Xi Lanting is not a celebrity in the newspaper industry, after all, he usually lives a simple life; although Yun Qiao is extremely beautiful, she is not famous either.
A pair of shockingly beautiful men and women passed by. Even though they were not celebrities, the reporters were excited and took pictures of them.
Yun Qiao's eyes were really blinded by the flash, and he couldn't see clearly for a long time.
There are so many spotlights, it's very dazzling.
Xi Lanting tilted his head slightly and whispered to her in a low voice: "Don't worry, not even an inch of the photo will be published without my approval."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Uncle Qi is really domineering and mighty.
She and Xi Lanting quickly walked across the red carpet and finally entered the hotel door. Yun Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's not easy to be a celebrity." Yun Qiao sighed to Xi Lanting.
Xi Lanting deeply agreed.
The wedding banquet hall was already half full of people, all dressed in bright and colorful clothes, and all of them had happy faces. The waiter, holding a wine cup, shuttled among the shadows of the fragrant clothes and temples.
The aroma of wine is intoxicating.
Xi Lanting originally asked Yun Qiao to hold his arm, but the moment he entered the door, he suddenly took her hand.
Through the thin lace gloves, the coldness in his palm almost penetrated Yun Qiao, making Yun Qiao feel nervous.
Xi Lanting seemed to be unaware, and clasped his gloved fingers with hers, leading her to her seat.
As soon as he came in, he attracted a lot of attention; seeing how close the two of them were, more people looked over, with inquiring eyes.
"You sit down first. I'm addicted to smoking. Find a place to smoke." Xi Lanting said.
He left and didn't come back for a long time.
There were more and more guests, and Yun Qiao became more and more uneasy, so she stood up and went to find Xi Lanting.