Xingyu Street

Yao Qing only glanced at the chandelier above his head, and then his eyes fell on Duan Xuyan. This glance also made him see Mo Xiaoyu who was talking next to Duan Xuyan's ear.

Seeing this overly intimate behavior, Yao Qing frowned slightly, but soon relaxed, so fast that people thought it was an illusion, he put down the wine glass in his hand, got up and said with a smile: "Ah Yan, long time no see. "

This clear voice also brought everyone's sight and attention back. Mo Xiaoyu took a look at Yao Qing and pursed his lips.

The people who were still sitting on the sofa stood up after the sound, "Old Duan, I really miss you since I haven't seen you for so long."

Duan Xuyan smiled and reached out to give them a high-five. Mo Xiaoyu followed closely behind him, his eyes curiously scanning the faces of everyone who high-fived or shook hands with Duan Xuyan.

Soon, the eyes of these people moved from Duan Xuyan to Mo Xiaoyu.

Duan Xuyan turned his head slightly to look at Mo Xiaoyu, took his hand and gently squeezed his palm and jaw, "Xiaoyu."

Mo Xiaoyu first glanced at Duan Xuyan, as if he was encouraged, he turned to Qiao Hengxin and Yao Qing and said, "Hi everyone...my name is Mo Xiaoyu."

Qiao Hengxin laughed, "Does Xiao Yu still remember me? I am your brother Hengxin."

"Xiao Yu, come and sit down, brother Zhang will buy you whatever you want." Sitting on the edge of the sofa, the young man with bristling hair patted the single sofa on the left with great enthusiasm.

Mo Xiaoyu looked at him without saying a word or moving, but Duan Xuyan stuck him even tighter.

Duan Xuyan was amused, thinking that Mo Xiaoyu was like a domestic cat that was taken out.

"He's a bit introverted, and he's not used to too many people looking at him." Duan Xuyan explained, leading Mo Xiaoyu to the empty seat opposite Yao Qing and sitting down.

Yao Qing glanced at Mo Xiaoyu, then turned to Duan Xuyan, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Duan Xuyan nodded, "Very good."

Mo Xiaoyu looked at Yao Qing silently, his big and bright almond eyes reflected the handsome face of the young man opposite him.

"Is Xiao Yu thirsty? Do you want some water?"

Hearing Duan Xuyan's voice, Mo Xiaoyu turned her face away, and without speaking, she put her soft cheek on Duan Xuyan's shoulder.

Duan Xuyan moved her ear closer, "Huh? What did Xiao Yu say?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't say anything, he didn't even open his mouth, his mood seemed to suddenly become bad.

Duan Xuyan took the tablet on the coffee table and clicked on the dazzling menu inside, "What would Xiao Yu want to eat? Do you want chocolate?"

Looking at the exquisite gourmet pictures on the tablet, Mo Xiaoyu managed to regain some energy. She didn't raise her face leaning on Duan Xuyan's shoulder, but just stretched out her finger and pointed at the sliced ​​Black Forest cake.

Duan Xuyan ordered one for him, and then opened the drink page, skipped all the expensive alcohol, and went directly to the last page, which had few types of black tea and milk.

When Mo Xiaoyu saw the picture of milk, he pointed again.

Duan Xuyan didn't help him order this time, "Xiao Yu will do it herself."

Mo Xiaoyu just followed Duan Xuyan's way of ordering and clicked on the plus sign.

After placing the order, Duan Xuyan put the tablet back on the coffee table, took out his mobile phone and opened Xiaoxiaole and handed it to Mo Xiaoyu.

Mo Xiaoyu silently took it and started to clear the level.

On the other hand, Qiao Hengxin and his group of rich second or third generations have been focusing on the company, and basically didn't pay much attention to Duan Xuyan and Mo Xiaoyu.

Only Yao Qing, who always turned his gaze away from time to time, changed a few times.

Duan Xuyan seldom participated in the smooth talk of Qiao Hengxin and the others, and only took a sip from the water glass on the side when the group of people who were full with wine held up their wine glasses.

After changing the topic four or five times, it returned to Duan Xuyan, talking about his vacation.

This group of rich second-generation people from well-to-do families have very strict family traditions. Most of them either start from the bottom in the family company or start their own businesses and become "presidents" who do everything by themselves.

Listening to Duan Xuyan talking about the peace and beauty of Xingyu Ancient Town away from work, these people all looked yearning.

"That's nice, reminds me of that summer when I went to Hawaii on vacation and put sunscreen on blondes in bikinis."

Qiao Hengxin complained about him, "Do you miss bikini beauties, or do you miss putting sunscreen on bikini beauties?"

The man sighed, "I thought, why am I different from the rich second generation on TV? People are idle around every day, thinking about how to spend money, but I only have endless meetings and endless reports every day. "

"What TV? F4?"

"What? Am I not richer than that Daoming Temple?"

"I don't know, but anyway, your mother is better than his mother. If you are a Daoming Temple and your mother breaks your leg, be a friend, and I will find you a good orthopedic doctor."

"Look, this is 20 years of friendship, I offer you a glass of plain water."

"polite."

A few people were talking and laughing, and the waiter outside the door brought cakes and milk.

Now everyone's eyes fell on Mo Xiaoyu again.

Seeing the cake, Mo Xiaoyu felt a little better again. He returned the half-playing mobile phone to Duan Xuyan, took a bite of the cake with a silver fork, and fed it to Duan Xuyan's mouth.

"Xu Yan."

With so many people watching, Duan Xuyan was still a little embarrassed, he smiled and raised his hand to hold Mo Xiaoyu's wrist, "Xiaoyu eat."

Seeing his refusal, Mo Xiaoyu pursed her lips and withdrew her hand in disappointment, like a flower bone that had been beaten listlessly by the rain, and every strand of her hair revealed the disappointment of the owner.

Duan Xuyan felt a little distressed and regretful, squeezed his elbow, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, Xuyan eat."

Mo Xiaoyu held the fork with one hand, and moved the plate under the cake to the other side with the other, and said in a low voice, "No Xuyan..."