Ten billion wealthy daughters

That's obviously impossible...

These two young Middle Eastern men had already approached Qing'an, their eyes were full of undisguised amazement and joy.

Qing'an is wearing a custom-made handmade mermaid skirt tonight. The color is a relatively rare fresh green. Qing'an's complexion is as white as jade, and it is even more radiant against this light green background; while the fishtail The design of the hip-wrapped style outlines her beautiful curves, which is elegant and playful, which is really eye-catching.

Holding a glass of red wine in her hand, she looked dignified and generous.

Seeing that the person had already walked in front of her, Qing'an had no choice but to hide the unhappiness in her heart, and nodded with a slight smile.

As soon as the other party spoke English, and it was smooth, Qing'an knew that the two Middle Eastern boys should have studied in the United States and had an American accent.

The two began to introduce themselves in turn, and Qing'an also listened quietly, but occasionally her eyes fell to other places, feeling a little helpless.

During this period of time, everyone started to socialize. Even if Qingan had friends who were free, generally speaking, no one would bother others to meet beauties.

This is the rule in social occasions. When others come to talk politely, Qing'an's etiquette and attitude are fine. How can you forcefully intervene?

So the two of them took turns talking very happily, and even kept inviting Qing'an to the party they held in a few days. Qing'an knew that the two of them came from relatively powerful families in the Middle East and didn't want to cause trouble, so she kept politely declining.

But these two people did not intend to give up at all, and they still invited with great enthusiasm - this made Qing'an feel very headache, men in the Middle East are really too similar in this respect, and the classmate who had pursued him before was also very similar to Niu Pi. It's like sugar, you can't get rid of it no matter how you shake it.

If it were a boy from Huaxia Country, Qing'an should have understood her attitude when she rejected her for the second time at most.

But these two don't understand, or... In their culture, Qing'an's attitude doesn't matter?Or is it that they don't really care about girls' attitudes, as long as they think they can achieve it?

This idea made Qing'an feel a little irritable. She didn't have much dealings with Middle Eastern people in her previous life. She couldn't understand this typical male ego fanaticism, so she could only slowly silence her smiling face, and was ready to firmly refuse again.

At this time, Qing'an felt that the light in front of her eyes was a little dim, and someone blocked her, and she smiled and said to the two Middle Eastern men: "I'm so sorry, this is my female companion, I want to take her to my Friends over there."

The two young Middle Eastern men were stunned for a moment, but before they could fully react, West, with a smile on his face, stretched out his arms to wrap Qing'an's waist, "holding" her away.

Qing'an really felt that she was being held hostage and couldn't help herself.She was tall, and she was completely petite in front of West—and West moved very quickly, she was brought out by leaning on West almost without any reaction.

"Are you okay?" The handsome man looked at her with a smirk, "Middle Eastern people are like this, just get used to it."

Qing'an couldn't smile, and West's expression probably reminded him of the brown candy from Rose College. Fortunately, this guy didn't come to the wedding this time, otherwise he wouldn't know how to avoid it.

Because I can't stand that man's thicker skin than the Great Wall and his unbeatable Xiaoqiang spirit.

"Try to be invited by them all the time, and keep rejecting it for more than 40 minutes." Qing'an's voice was a little hoarse, and she encouraged West to say, "Go and try."