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Chapter 378 Qiao Jinfan, I Met You at the Right Time ([-])

At the airport, a handsome man, immersed in foreign living habits for many years, has the unique elegance and nobility of oriental men, light and simple clothes, but exudes a kind of ultimate grace from top to bottom, in a very neat and well-dressed man Under the embrace of a woman in her 60s, she always smiled faintly. This person is Qiao Jinfan.

In the two months since he returned to China, he has been reclusive and rarely participates in any high society gatherings. Except for occasional fitness and going out, there is no need for him. He usually starts Joe's business at home, or in other words, at home Reminiscing about that dream-like relationship, the appearance and departure of Jing Ai brought about a huge change in his heart.

He is by no means a passive man, but he is also not a man who will actively pursue women. He does not want to follow in Qiao Jiyun's footsteps, and he does not believe that there is a woman in this world who will approach like Jing Ai.

Therefore, if there is a marriage destined, it must be the responsibility.

He will not let down the woman who appears in the marriage spouse column, but it has absolutely nothing to do with love.

"How about this? This is the daughter of Zhao Zemin, the anti-corrosion tycoon in G City, with an oval face, so lucky~"

As soon as Qiao Jinfan's tall figure came from the golf course, his grandmother spared no effort to start a blind date plan. The middle-aged wife who was heartbroken and unwilling to interfere with her son's feelings, now forgot what she said back then. I just want my grandson to get married and start a business as soon as possible.

However, he has always been indifferent, and often stood on the balcony silently. Once he was cornered, he would ask lightly:
"Grandma, who do you think is the most successful young talent in this city?"

Mrs. Qiao's eyes flashed, and she revealed a slightly regretful tone:

"Of course it's Mo Lingtian, because she's married to the mayor's daughter. Marrying a wife is a free time. Your words remind me!"

Mrs. Qiao immediately started to contact the daughters of all the municipalities and respectable families. At that time, Xueyao's photo was also included in the list. It was only later that Mrs. Qiao found out that her grandson didn't have such thoughts at all, which made her even more troubled.

"Grandma, don't be so busy, I don't want to get married yet!"

Qiao Jinfan finally interrupted Mrs. Qiao's actions rationally, and Mrs. Qiao naturally asked him about what happened in the United States:

"By the way, don't you have a good impression of the girl who climbed the mountain with you last time?"

Mrs. Qiao seemed to have survived a desperate situation, and she couldn't help but have sharpness and hope in her eyes, because Qiao Jinfan's face had indeed changed.

"Man, it's gone!"

When Qiao Jinfan spit out these words softly, Mrs. Qiao froze in the living room.

"Who's gone? Who's dead?"

Qiao Huangjiao, who just came back from the show, began to question without knowing the seriousness, but met Qiao Jinfan's rare serious and frightening face, and for the first time, the bold and fearless she tactfully kept silent.

Since then, the Qiao family's plan for Qiao Jinfan's marriage has finally come to an end.

That day, a light breeze blew in the afternoon, and the man who showed up at the teahouse in a low-key car, dressed quietly and elegantly, seemed to be doing nothing, drinking tea alone.

Losing Jing Ai is like waking up from a dream suddenly. Her every move, every smile and every frown, the days we spent together, let him gradually warm up. With the blood in the bush at the end, he unconsciously clenched the cup in his hand.

In a teahouse with bright and clean windows, sitting a neatly dressed, intellectually sweet woman, with black hair pulled up, forehead shopping, eyes faintly bleak, looking at her outside the window, her lips pursed tightly, trying to make herself firm.

Last night, Mo Lingtian's attitude obviously made her feel even more uncomfortable. She didn't even look at the food she cooked with care, but got up indifferently, turned around and left.

Could it be that three years have passed, and he really has no feelings for her at all.

"Mo Lingtian~"

She finally couldn't help calling out to him, and when he turned around quietly and stared at her with a kind of indifference in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel a kind of desperate pain.

"Am I really that annoying to you?"

She plucked up her courage and spoke with a desperate attitude, not because she couldn't bear it, but because he didn't give her a glimmer of hope.

"Even if you hate me, you should give me a reason. What did I do wrong now, in the past, at any time?"

She thinks she is upright, and she has done nothing shameful. Except that when she wanted to marry him, she asked Xia Wanyang to be a lobbyist, and boldly stated her position in front of him, she was not aggressive at all. .

But when he looked at her, it was so cold that she didn't have the courage to persevere.

"Mo Lingtian, do you really want me to divorce to make you satisfied?"

That was the most unexpected thing she said last night. She kept trying to control her emotions, telling herself not to quarrel with him, not to show her anger, but in the end she still failed.

"I thought you should have said that earlier!"

Mo Lingtian spoke contemptuously, the tone seemed so natural, or more like he had been waiting for her to say that for the past three years.

Wan Qing's heart sank to the bottom, not letting herself cry, not showing her vulnerability, not letting herself be hysterical in front of him.

But when he turned and left so resolutely, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

When the phone rang, she really heard his low voice with a touch of helplessness:

"Sher~"

In this world, Lai Xue is the only one who can make Mo Lingtian call Xue'er.

Could it be that they have never lost contact in the past three years? Could it be that Mo Lingtian is still blaming her for driving Lai Xue away?
In fact, this is not the case. She didn't know that Lai Xue liked him so much. When Wan Qing wanted to rush over to explain, Mo Lingtian's tall figure and serious face were already completely attractive because of the content of the person on the phone. Concentration, as if she didn't see her behind her, but turned around and entered the study, and closed the door with a bang, blocking her contact with him.

The sense of crisis, fear, and even a hint of despair not willing to give up like this made her sleepless all night.

Sitting in the tea house at this moment, Wan Qing forced herself to order a cup of coffee, supporting her will alone, but she couldn't stop the heartache of confusion and panic.

(End of this chapter)