Chapter 15 Does Miss Wen often give gifts to others?

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"Okay." Wen Jiu took out a pill and swallowed it, then leaned back in the chair to rest.

As for whether Jiang Yanci is a careful person, it is not so important to her as they just met by chance.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Qi Qin felt indescribable discomfort all over his body when listening to the soothing music in his ears.

His heavy metal subwoofer!!!

At this time, soothing light music is not worthy of his off-road!

But when he tentatively reached out to change the music, a pair of sinister eyes in the back seat stared at him coldly.

After Qi Qin tried many times, he gave up.

The car drove out of the noisy city, and the two sides of the road gradually opened up.

Wen Jiu's breathing became more and more stable, and her head gradually shifted with the swing of the car. Seeing that she was about to hit the car window, Jiang Yanci turned sideways and subconsciously reached out his hand.

The man's large hand was between Wen Jiu's head and the glass, and the next second Wen Jiu's forehead fell steadily in his palm.

When he lowered his eyes and saw the fuzz on Wenjiu's fair face, Jiang Yanci realized how abrupt his behavior was.

He held his breath involuntarily, for fear of disturbing the person who was still sleeping.

But the faint woody scent on Wenjiu still slipped in between his breaths, and Jiang Yanci felt that his heartbeat didn't belong to him.

Beat by beat, his nervous and helpless mood was completely exposed.

When Wenjiu opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yanci's tense expression.

The distance between them was very close, so close that not only Jiang Yanci could smell the scent of Wenjiu, but Wenjiu could also smell the cool scent of cedar on Jiang Yanci.

His arm was across in front of him, and the place where his forehead rested was warm and hot.

Wenjiu moved his body slightly to move his head away, freeing Jiang Yanci's hand.

"Sorry." Jiang Yanci took back his hand, with some inexplicable panic in his eyes: "I disturbed your rest."

His action was even beyond his expectations, and it was obviously not the best choice.

"No." Wen Jiu shook her head, her sleepy eyes fell on him, her eyes traced his eyebrows and eyes, and then she chuckled: "

I also like the smell of cedar."

Most of the perfumes Wen Jiu used have a cedar in the ingredients, and she is obsessed with the smell of cedar.

Because of this, she would also send some perfumes with cedar to Jian Yue, but Jian Yue had never used it.

But Jiang Yanci in front of her confirmed Wen Jiu's aesthetic taste.

Men are really suitable for woody fragrance, mysterious and steady, and a hint of tenderness in the coldness is enough to attract all opposite sexes.

Her nose moved, and the dimples at the corners of her lips were looming. Her happy expression was also a bit distressed:

"I have a bottle of perfume that suits you very well, but I didn't bring it. I'll have someone send it over another day and give it to you then, okay?"

Wen Jiu's voice was a bit soft like a southern woman when she spoke normally, but perhaps because she had been in Beijing for a long time, her tone was a bit careless and casual.

Jiang Yanci stared into her eyes steadily, and it was at this moment that Jiang Yanci discovered why Wenjiu's eyes were so beautiful.

Her pupils were actually amber.

It was like the Milky Way was spreading in her eyes, so bright that people couldn't look away.

After a long while, he forced himself to look away.

"Does Miss Wen often give gifts to others?" he asked.

But Jiang Yanci himself didn't know why he asked this.

He regretted it after the words came out of his mouth.

However, no matter how he felt in his heart, his face didn't show it at all.

Wenjiu tilted her head, her eyes swept across his red ears, and then she leaned in front of him, "No, but Mr. Jiang's appearance and temperament really match my bottle of perfume. I asked someone to customize it, and it's unique in the world. Do you want it?"

Jiang Yanci didn't give her a clear answer just now, so she asked again.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Qi Qin, who was driving in the front seat, only felt that the atmosphere in the car was a little ambiguous.

But at this time, he was still very conscious and didn't speak to disturb her.

After a long while, Jiang Yanci suppressed the urge to raise the corners of his lips and nodded: "Yes."

"Then it's settled." Wenjiu leaned back in the chair with her eyes squinting, and rolled down the window to look at the scenery outside.

Perhaps because of the medicine, she was no longer so uncomfortable.

Qi Qin drove forward for a while, and then reminded the two: "The ancestor has arrived."

After saying that, he stopped the car at the fork in the road.

There were already two cars parked there.

Seeing them, a girl in denim overalls trotted over, jumped up and hugged Qi Qin's neck.

"Qi Qin, you are so good, you didn't pick me up!!"

Being suppressed by the other party, Qi Qin immediately shouted exaggeratedly: "Brother Yan, help~"

As soon as the two words "Brother Yan" came out, the girl who was hugging Qi Qin's neck stood at attention. When she saw that the person who got out of the car was indeed the King of Hell of the Jiang family, she smiled flatteringly:

"Brother Yan, long time no see."

Jiang Yanci glanced at her lightly and said nothing.

But just this one glance made Mu Ling shudder.

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Ling was fearless and could even fight her own father, but she was deeply afraid of Jiang Yanci.

If she knew that Jiang Yanci would also come to today's party, she would definitely find an excuse to refuse.

But... didn't she say before that Jiang Yanci would not come? Why is he here again suddenly?

She shrank her neck and wanted to retreat behind others, but when she moved her feet, she saw another person getting off the car.

Mu Ling looked at her curiously and asked Qi Qin: "Someone I don't know?"

Qi Qin nodded: "She is not from Gangcheng."

"Oh?" Mu Ling dragged out her voice, and the next moment asked: "Then why is she here?"

Normally, people who come to a party are playmates like them who have grown up together. What's the matter with a stranger coming?

There was some obvious dissatisfaction in Mu Ling's tone. Qi Qin glanced at her and explained, "Her temper suits my taste. She should come to our gatherings more often in the future."

"To your taste?" Mu Ling folded her hands and looked Wen Jiu up and down again, then smiled: "This appearance suits my taste, but are you sure it's the temper and not the face that suits your taste?"

"Tsk!" Qi Qin grinned: "Both."

"No future." Mu Ling snorted coldly, but didn't say anything else.

When Wen Jiu approached, she took the lead in extending her hand to Wen Jiu: "Hello, Mu Ling."

The girl in front of her had a thick head of hair tied into a bun behind her head, and her eyes were wide open and very smart.

She was wearing denim overalls, and a knitted sad expression funny doll crossbody bag was slung across her waist. The whole person exuded a sense of vitality.

Wenjiu looked at her outstretched hand and shook it with a faint smile.

"Hello, Wenjiu."

"Wow!" Seeing Wenjiu's smile, Mu Ling seemed to have discovered something new, "You actually have dimples!!!"

"Does everyone in your family have dimples? Is it hereditary? This is so beautiful!"

She was so excited that she was holding Wenjiu's hand tightly, but the expression on Wenjiu's face did not change at all. She could feel that Mu Ling had no ill intentions.

"My mother has dimples, and my grandmother has too. It must be a genetic factor." She patiently answered Mu Ling's questions, and her soothing tone was like the wind blowing towards her face, making people feel very comfortable.