C342 What Was Chang'an like
Xiao Yumin was about to say something but was glared at by Xiao Xueqin. She was about to say something but swallowed it back. Although she was unwilling, she did not say anything.
Chen Yun secretly smiled and looked at Xiao Yumin.
"Since your sister said that you did not go to school much, how did you enter A University?" Father Lin asked.
Lin Yan sounded a little impatient.
Wasn't this a blind date for him? What was the point of asking this?
However, he had already made up his mind and had his own ideas.
When the people of Lin family asked about his future daughter-in-law, Xiao Xueqin and the others didn't want to interrupt.
In any case, they would be a family in the future.
What should be asked should be asked clearly.
Besides, he was also curious.
What he was worried about now was whether Xiao Chang'an was lying or lying.
If Xiao Chang'an was lying, perhaps the marriage would be ruined.
So his expression at this time was also not very good.
Although Lin Yan said that he was a prodigal, the Lin family still treasured him very much.
In the luxurious restaurant outside the private room.
Lin Shiyi kept on putting on makeup for herself, and from time to time, she would take out a mirror to take a look.
She looked at the direction of the door anxiously and expectantly.
She was dressed very beautifully today. She was pure and delicate at the same time.
She had a good foundation to begin with, so even if she was very far away, there would still be people who couldn't help but glance in her direction.
After all, it was human instinct to look at beauties.
She sat there solemnly, waiting for someone to come.
She had spent two million to Aunt Luo before she agreed to help find a way to get Lo Yang to come out.
She didn't know how Aunt Luo did it, but she knew that Yang would be here soon.
As expected, when she raised her head, she saw a tall figure striding in from the door.
The man was handsome and tall. He wore a dark casual suit and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, which was rare to see. He had a refined demeanor, and every movement he made was a kind of alienation from a noble young master.
Lin Shiyi's heart couldn't help but beat wildly when she saw Lo Yang.
Although it had been a long time since she last saw Yang.
But he was still so handsome that she wanted him...
She crossed her legs and gently bit her moist lips. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she stared straight at Lo Yang.
After Lo Yang entered, he was led to the place where Lin Mingzhi was.
Wenhu pulled a chair for him.1
Lo Yang elegantly sat down and looked at Lin Shiyi, who was staring at him.
"Grandpa said it's important. The person who wants to see me is you." His eyes were cold and his thin lips were slightly cold.
Lin Shiyi felt a chill on her back, but looking at Lo Yang in front of her, her desire to become his woman instantly occupied her brain.
She steadied her mind, smiled mischievously, and acted like a spoiled child. "Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time. After you came back this year, I wanted to find you, but you were always very busy..."
The current Lin Shiyi was like a spoiled little girl.
Very few people could resist this kind of coquettish behavior.
Wenhu sneered in his heart.
Perhaps Miss Lin thought that the young master had no idea what had happened in Jiangzhou.
What she didn't know was that what had happened to her in Jiangzhou was actually her young master's arrangement.
Lo Yang's eyes remained calm as he looked at him calmly.
The coldness in his eyes was like a bone-chilling blade, causing people to feel a chill in their hearts.
Seeing Lin Shiyi acting like a spoiled child, even though Lo Yang did not feel anything.
However, he thought of Chang'an in his mind.
Would Chang'an act like a spoiled child to him?
Thinking of this, his eyes involuntarily became gentle.
Chang'an did not seem to know how to act coy.
She did not even know how to speak softly.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little expectant. If one day Chang'an acted spoiled with him, what would she look like?
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