This meal was eaten early. After dinner, the sunset had not yet faded, and the early summer night came relatively late.
The sky is full of red clouds, covering the world with a brocade garment.
Wen Luyao stood in the glow, her eyes bright and her teeth even more charming.
"She is so beautiful." Yun Qiao couldn't help but admire in her heart.
She always thought Wen Luyao was good-looking. When she and Xi Lanting met for the first time, she took Xi Lanting's arm and snuggled next to him. Yun Qiao thought she was Xi Lanting's girlfriend and thought they were a good match.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Luyao noticed Yun Qiao's gaze and asked immediately.
Yun Qiao: "I think you were born well."
Wen Luyao couldn't help but be happy after hearing this: "That means there are no crooked melons and cracked jujubes in our Wen family."
Yun Qiao laughed.
She also thought that Xi Lanting would say something sarcastic to Wen Lu Yao to avoid hearing that Lu Yao was too arrogant; or he would say nothing and act like he didn't hear anything.
Unexpectedly, Xi Lanting nodded: "Your Wen family has good blood. Compared with others, your Wen family's blood is relatively thick."
Wen Luyao: "That's for sure. Our Wen family has noble blood and will always be rich. Gods will protect our family."
At this point, she lowered her voice and quietly told Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting, "I enshrine a statue in my house. It's not a Bodhisattva, but a green dragon."
Yun Qiao: "..."
Xi Lanting seemed to smile.
The dusk gradually sets in, the splendid sunset glow like fire in the sky fades, and night falls.
The lights came on in front of the hotel.
Many men and women in rich and colorful clothes came out from one place and happened to meet Xi Lanting and others head-on.
Several people recognized Wen Luyao and greeted her from a distance.
Hearing that Lu Yao had a good relationship with them, he came forward and exchanged warm greetings.
"Master Xi Qi." Some people knew Xi Lanting and greeted him respectfully.
Xi Lanting nodded, not showing any arrogance.
Yun Qiao followed them, not talking to anyone but looking down at the scenery.
The group casually agreed to listen to Pingtan another day and parted ways.
A young man stood in front of Wen Luyao and asked her in a low voice: "What are you doing this weekend?"
Wen Luyao counted the days: "Something happened."
"Anything for two days?"
"Just tell me your own business, don't ask me." Wen Luyao said, "I don't know if I have something or not."
Yun Qiao looked at it in surprise.
It wasn't because of Lu Yao's words, but because of her attitude. Yun Qiao wasn't particularly familiar with her, so he could tell that she was a little impatient in her words.
Yun Qiao was surprised when Aunt Wen heard that her aunt was so domineering but she didn't curse when she got impatient. She spoke in a kind voice.
She looked at the young man.
The young man looks to be in his early twenties, tall, broad-shouldered, and tall and slender. As for his facial features, he is neither ugly nor beautiful, and his single-lidded eyes are very energetic.
He talked to Wen Luyao and lowered his head slightly: "It's okay. A new French restaurant has opened in Hedong. The food is very authentic. Last time we went to eat, you said that the French food was not authentic..."
"I just wanted to leave, and I was deliberately looking for trouble." Wen Luyao interrupted him, "Don't bother, I really don't want to eat French food. French food is just trying to be fresh and lively, and it's not delicious at all."
Young man: "So that's it, I'm still thinking about it."
"Don't worry, I already thanked you last time." Wen Luyao said.
The young man nodded and said politely: "When you have time to go out and play, you can come find me."
I heard Lu Yao said well.
After the two of them finished speaking, the young man passed by and smiled at Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting.
This man has particularly neat teeth. When he is not smiling, he looks ordinary; when he smiles, he is very moving, with a bright and warm smile.
As soon as he left, Yun Qiao came close to Wen Luyao and asked in a low voice like a thief: "Who is he?"