Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Wen Yuan's body stiffened, and then slowly looked towards Ye Mubai.

There was an inscrutable expression on his face, he put his arm around her waist naturally, and looked at Kang Qiao with a smile on his face, but he said to Wen Yuan: "Don't introduce me?"

Wen Yuan then returned to his senses and smiled reluctantly, "The son of my college tutor, Kang Qiao, is also a famous violinist."

She paused, "Kang Qiao, my...husband, Ye Mubai."

Kang Qiao's gaze fell on her face, and it took a while before she said: "I heard my mother say, you are married."

As he said, he stretched out his hand towards Ye Mubai: "Mr. Ye, long Yang."

Ye Mubai also stretched out his hand to hold his, and squeezed hard: "Mr. Kang, Jiu Yang, I often hear Wen Yuan mention you and Lingtang."

Kang Qiao smiled and looked at Wen Yuan: "Really?"

Wen Yuan was a little uncomfortable, when did she mention it to Ye Mubai? He is just talking nonsense.

But Ye Mubai was very comfortable, holding the glass of red wine and touching Kang Qiao: "Mr. Kang is also in New York recently?"

Kang Qiao's eyes fell on Wen Yuan's face, "Just stay for a week, and then go to Europe."

He still had something to do, so he didn't chat with them for too long: "Contact me when Wen Yuan returns to China, my mother misses you very much."

Wen Yuan nodded: "I will definitely."

Kang Qiao's eyes fell on her face, and then moved to her lower abdomen, and finally his voice was hoarse: "I haven't congratulated you yet."

Probably the regret in his gaze was too red, and the gaze he looked at her was not at all from the brother watching the younger sister, it was simply the gaze of a man watching a woman, Wen Yuan could not ignore it, of course Ye Mubai could see clearly.

This man had that kind of thought for his wife!

Wen Yuan was uncomfortable and reached out and touched his hair, "Thank you."

His eyes met and stared for a few seconds.

Concho left, and after a while "To Alice" sounded...

Wen Yuan raised his eyes and ran into Ye Mubai's gaze. There was still a hint of thought in his eyes. He drank the red wine in the glass and asked casually, "Before, did you have a good relationship with him?"

Wen Yuan was still a little uncomfortable, pursing his lips, then said, "Because of his mother..."

"I'm asking about your feelings, Wen Yuan, have you liked him?" Ye Mubai asked very bluntly, and regardless of the occasion, he looked around and asked directly.

He asked for a reason. Kang Qiao is handsome, well-known in the world, and he would have attracted many girls in his youth.

Wen Yuan seems to like this one, a literary man, and Ye Mubai now has a copper odor. Does she still like it?

He asked directly, Wen Yuan frowned but answered his words: "No."

"Then, did he like you?" He asked immediately.

This time, Wen Yuan didn't answer him immediately. He sat down and ate for a while before saying, "No."

"Lying." He stared at her condescendingly, his eyes deep.

Wen Yuan raised his eyes and slammed into his unfathomable eyes.

For a long time, they did not speak, the atmosphere is very delicate——

Slap in the face, and Conjola's "To Alice".

Ye Mubai suddenly leaned forward, leaning in her ear and said in a low voice, "Kang Qiao pulled it for you, didn't it?"

She wanted to deny, Ye Mubai's finger lightly nodded her lips: "I don't believe you have not heard it."