Loving My Rival’s White Moonlight

As soon as the voice fell, the short-headed man answered his mouth smoothly.

"Don't you still have me?"

The baby-faced man glanced sideways at the short-headed man. He didn't say a word, but the expression in his eyes was enough to show the meaning.

The baby-faced man knows the way of getting along with Shen Qinghuan.

Counting on him to support Shen Qinghuan, it is better to pray that he will not trouble Shen Qinghuan.

The corners of the mouth of the man with a short head were drooping, so he didn't know what he was thinking.

The baby-faced man ignored him either, turning his head to look at Shen Qinghuan.

The serious and old look was slightly softened.

"Don't be too nervous, just have a regular meal."

"I see, brother."

Shen Qinghuan is also rare in front of a baby-faced man.

The baby-faced man nodded and chatted with Shen Qinghuan at random.

"I watched the scented candle video you sent me last time. Do you stick to it? Does it improve your sleep? If you still want it, I will send you some more."

The video that the baby-faced man said was taken when Shen Qinghuan accepted Xu Anshen's SPA. At that time, she noticed the masseur's surprise at her. When she wanted to come, she thought that the scented candle was given by Xu Anshen.

At that time, Shen Qinghuan sneered, and Xu Anshen, who was happy with Pei Qingya, could still think about buying her a scented candle, or a scented candle that is so difficult to buy?

The "Midnight Burning Incense" of SD's house.

"Hermes" in the scented candles.

Only...

Shen Qinghuan glanced at Yuguang with a serious expression, but there was still a baby-faced man who cared for her.

I felt a little moved, but sighed more often.

After a while, she nodded gently.

"No, I haven't had insomnia recently."

After hearing this, the baby-faced man nodded and didn't say anything, but the man with a small head raised his eyebrows.

"Someone is having a hot fight with Jian Fan. It's sweet. Of course you won't have insomnia. Brother, instead of caring about Shen Qinghuan, you should care about me. I have some headaches recently."

The baby-faced man is rude: "Headache? How can you comfort your lovers if you have a headache?"

The man with an inch head was "choked": "Brother, that's not just for fun. After I returned to China, I didn't engage in these sloppy things anymore."

The baby-faced man continued: "From a majority to a stable one, don't think it's something worth boasting about."

The baby-faced man unceremoniously understands the private life of the inch-headed man in China, which is equivalent to giving the inch-headed man a warning in disguise, so that he can restrain himself in the country.

Sure enough, the short-headed man curled his lips when he heard what the baby-faced man said.

"I know, I know, you don't know, every time I stay in the country, I won't stay for too long."

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the man with the short-headed head passed over Shen Qinghuan subconsciously, and his usual unserious eyes were a little more complicated.

The baby-faced man glanced at Shen Qinghuan when he heard this. After a while, he said.

"In the past few years, you can play whatever you want, and you have to come back in a few years."

The short-headed man seemed to respond without paying attention, and the two of them broke the topic and chatted about Nancheng's family.

Of course Shen Qinghuan felt the sight of the first two people sweeping on her.

She knows the reason why men with short heads don't love being in the country.

But I don’t want to see her too much, I don’t want to see her too much.

Shen Qinghuan knows.

She silently took a sip of the teacup in front of her.

During the talk, the tea has been aired for a long time, and it is a bit cold after the best drinking temperature.

Poured into the stomach.

After a while, the baby-faced man suddenly turned his head and looked at Shen Qinghuan: "Qinghuan, when do you plan to return to Nancheng this year?"

"Father and mother miss you very much."

Shen Qinghuan hadn't spoken this time, but the man with an inch head first made a noise, and then snorted heavily beside him.

The baby-faced man frowned: "Si Zhou."

The inch-to-head man didn't speak again, but Shen Qinghuan's mood was already disturbed.

She looked a little ugly: "I don't know now, it depends on the company's itinerary."

The man with an inch head folded his hands behind his ears, and he lazily inserted: "You see that you are eager to drive your children, but people still can't look down on them."

The baby-faced man frowned more and more: "Si Zhou, if you have this attitude, I don't mind sending you abroad in person tomorrow."

At this moment, the wooden door was opened again.

A spirited, gray-haired old man appeared behind the door, with Jian Fan standing next to him.

As soon as the old man appeared, the three people inside stood up together.

Even the short-headed men who didn't make much adjustments gathered up and frolicked at this moment, and looked upright.

The old man waved his hand, with a kind smile on his face.

"Don't be so cautious, everyone, you are the guests from afar. Sit down first."

While speaking, the old man walked to the round wooden table.

But even though the old man spoke this way, the three of them waited for the old man to take a seat before sitting back in their chairs.

Moreover, even though the old man’s expression was kind, none of the three of them looked relaxed.

Mr. Jian, who has been able to hold the leading position in the northern wealthy circle for decades, is definitely a person who needs to be treated with caution.

Although the two sides are not facing business wars, they are related to the happiness of Shen Qinghuan's life.

The baby-faced man still felt that he could not be taken lightly.

The baby-faced man was thinking, the old man Jane who was opposite seemed to cut a topic at random and spoke first.

"I just heard you said that you want to go abroad? Is it Si Zhou? Why did you want to go out after coming back?"

It looks like it's a casual conversation.

The baby-faced man seemed to be worried about the nonsense talk of the short-headed man, so he spoke first.

"Old man Jane doesn't know something. My younger brother likes novelty. He always likes to go to the outside world and take a look at him. He is not such a person who can live in his spare time."

Old man Jane smiled: "Then this is very similar to when I was young, but now that I am old, it is a bit hard to walk around the country. If I didn't meet Xiao Shen last time, I can explain this old bone. Up."

After Mr. Jian finished speaking, his gaze shifted slightly to Shen Qinghuan's face, his eyelids narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be a flash of light flashing, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

"This is Qinghuan, the real person is so much better than on TV. He looks like Xiao Shen, but my grandson is blessed."

"Come on, Jian Fan, you go sit with Qinghuan, so you have to take care of the little girl."

Jian Fan replied, and walked over to the seat next to Shen Qinghuan from behind Mr. Jian.

As soon as he took a seat, Shen Qinghuan's body stiffened like a conditioned reflex.

This scene is not obvious, but Mr. Jian, who is sitting opposite Shen Qinghuan, raised his eyebrows slightly.

This meal was a pleasant one.

At least, it looks like this on the surface.

The old man Jian is kind and funny, the baby-faced man advances and retreats well, and the short-headed man doesn't make trouble. Jian Fan and Shen Qinghuan seem to respect each other as guests.

The social etiquette of the upper class reflects the appropriate benefits.

But just a little bit of truth and temperature are missing.

Shen Qinghuan looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't say what it was like in his heart, but he became more certain.

She and Jian Fan, or in other words, and Jian's family may be really inappropriate.

It seemed that she had to ask about Jian Fan's termination date earlier, and don't wait until the end of the night was really difficult.

Only when this thought passed, Shen Qinghuan's chest was blocked inexplicably.

Mr. Jane's praise seemed to be not stingy at all, and he already praised the names of the baby-faced man and the short-headed man.

"Sitong, Sizhou, but it means that we are in the same boat through storm?"

In front of the elders, the baby-faced man would have more expressions, and he seldom smiled: "That's what I mean. My father placed this kind of hope on me at the time."

Mr. Jane wore a short gray beard: "Yes, it seems that your father is very visionary, and the relationship between your brothers looks very good."

This time the man with the inch head was a little harder, and smiled sincerely.

It seems that he likes Mr. Jane's evaluation of their brother very much.

Mr. Jane continued: "This is rarely seen in circles."

For example, Jianjia, Jiansi and Jianfan are simply incompatible.

Although, it is simple and one-sided.

But as an elder, no one wants to have such a discord between the juniors.

The sorrow between Mr. Jane's eyebrows this time really oozes out.

This time, Shen Qinghuan took the topic and said: "Everyone has their own destiny. I believe that what everyone experiences must have his own meaning."

It is rare for Shen Qinghuan to take the initiative to answer the conversation, but it is not entirely to appease Mr. Jian, but...

She glanced at Jian Fan with slightly wrinkled brows.

About Mo, she didn't want Jian Fan to be upset about these things either.

Perhaps it was because Shen Qinghuan, who had been silent before, suddenly spoke, or perhaps it was a rare and transparent speech. Old man Jian was taken aback and looked at Shen Qinghuan more.

But soon, he laughed.

"Qing Huan is quite mature and transparent at a young age."

"It seems that your family not only has a good relationship with brothers, but also has a good sister with both children. I envy your family."

But when these words came out, the expressions of several people were different.

Among the three, the one who was slightly obvious was the short-headed man.

When the old man in front of Jian praised him and the baby-faced man in a good relationship, the inch-headed man was obviously a little happy.

But when he said that Shen Qinghuan was their good sister, he just smiled and didn't smile, which was regarded as a response.

This caused Mr. Jane on the opposite side to pay more attention.

The baby-faced man twisted his eyebrows and tilted his head to warn the innocent man, who adjusted his expression slightly.

But apart from these micro episodes.

Generally speaking, the guests and the host enjoyed the meal.

Mr. Jane’s house is not just for banquets. It’s backed by the quiet mountains and flowing water flows down.

There is Tang Quan in this house of Mr. Jane.

Therefore, after dinner, Mr. Jian invited the three brothers and sisters to stay.

...

The three brothers and sisters have separate courtyards, and each courtyard is equipped with a live water hot spring, which is not only comfortable, but also very private.

Shen Qinghuan was a bit stressed today, so he went to the hot spring after eating.

Right now, she fastened the green bamboo-leaved bathrobe while wiping her hair on a wooden slippers and walked to the resting bedroom.

But when her hair was half dry, she seemed to think of something again. After a pause, she put down the towel and walked out.

It's dark early in the mountains.

Fortunately, lanterns are lit in the house, which can illuminate the gravel road that Shen Qinghuan is walking on, but the light is not very bright.

While Shen Qinghuan's steps were anxious at first, but the follow-up began to slow down.

She was walking through a rockery, with a flash of embarrassment on her slightly anxious face.

Shen Qinghuan wanted to talk to Jian Fan about the "termination date" today.

With these thoughts, she felt more and more that she had to finish talking earlier.

So, in a hurry, she even forgot to change her clothes.

So that I quickly walked to Jianfan's courtyard, but I didn't know if I should enter.

After all, she is really unsightly in her dress right now.

Just as Shen Qinghuan was hesitating, she heard a little noise in her ears, as if two people were talking.

Among them, Shen Qinghuan's voice was somewhat familiar.

She was stunned, but according to her physical intuition, she walked towards the two who were talking.

The closer I walked, the more pronounced the sound became. I walked around behind a rockery and looked at the gap through which I turned my head.

Sure enough, I saw Jian Fan.

And the other person is... Mr. Jane.

The two of them are now in a very hidden place on the edge of this garden rockery. If Shen Qinghuan hadn't heard the noise by accident, it is estimated that they would not have been spotted.

Although Shen Qinghuan didn't know what the two were talking about, he felt that it was not good to eavesdrop on the two of them in this way.

She was just about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, I heard that Mr. Jian, who was behind the rockery, mentioned her name.

His voice is not like a smile at the dinner table, it is a bit heavy, showing seriousness and earnestness.

"Shen Qinghuan, this girl, you can just use her."