17. How was this year?

  "Ah?" Slowly looked down at his hand, and indeed it was a sky blue flat-angle male briefs. His hand shook, and it fell down.

  He steadily caught it and put it together at the bottom of the clear water to flush.

  Staring blankly at her pink little panties tangled with his, watching as the tips of his fingers gently stroked the soft center. Wringing out. Both hands pressed flat against her bra, squeezing out excess water.

  Her face turned red as she watched his movements with mixed emotions.

  He is clumsy but very serious...

  The phone rang again in the bedroom. This time she rushed in and picked up the receiver: "Rong Qian is washing his underwear, I'm his girlfriend." Hmm, just wait and see if this beauty will continue to make trouble.

  "Is he your boyfriend?" The other person seemed shocked, but soon burst into tears of joy. "Girl, hold on to him, don't let him dump you. Good luck!"

  The microphone slipped from her hands once again. Qiao Yunxue didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

  What kind of immortal is this again...

  After some thought, she bent down and picked up the receiver, directly hanging it up.

  Rong Qian has arrived. Once again, he tidied up his appearance and carefully sprayed perfume on himself. Almost done, he turned around: "Shall we go?"

  "Huh?" Where is she going? How doesn't she know?

  "Go back home." he said.

  "Ah——" She had forgotten that there was still a matter of returning home. But he remembered. Her heart suddenly tightened.

  Audi swaggered through the streets. Before he even arrived at the Sunset Gallery, almost all the gallery owners had poked their heads out: "Yunxue is back!"

  Facing so many enthusiastic neighbors, Rong Qian turned her head and took a serious look at her. A faint smile flashed across her face, fleeting.

  She couldn't understand his smile.

  After getting off the car, Qiao Chenghong happily pulled Rong Qian up to the second floor to chat.

  Xia Xinqin didn't care about the customers in the store either, and pulled her daughter to ask: "What time did you sleep last night?"

  "Twelve o'clock," she said.

  "It's so late. Young people are just having fun..." Xia Xinqin teased, but nodded happily, "Having fun is good too. Nowadays young people are close to each other. Mom was worried that you two didn't have a foundation for your feelings, now she can rest assured..."

  Qiao Yunxue's eyes twitched: "Mom, how can you be so...?"

  Her voice suddenly stopped, her shoulders slightly trembling. But she straightened her back and quietly stared at the customer who had just entered.

  Exiled for a year, thinking it would be calm, but still there is a sharp stab at the heart.

  Her fingernails dug deep into her palm. She raised her chin high, and Qiao Yunxue gazed at the elegant and extraordinary man with a hint of disdain.

  Luo Shaofan, this spoiled brat, after going through something like that, still has the nerve to show up at the Sunset Gallery.

  "Yunxue went with Rongqian, I'm here." Xia Xinqin immediately protected her daughter.

  "Mom, I'm fine." Qiao Yunxue smiled lightly and gently pulled away from her mother. "I told you when I came back from Tibet, I'm fine."

  He is selecting oil paintings. Very seriously selected. Thin lips lightly pursed, with a hint of depression. Elegant demeanor, still the romantic saintly appearance as before. Unfortunately, gold and jade on the outside, but rotten inside...

  He picked them out and brought them in front of her, polite and refined: "Would you mind helping me wrap these up?"

  He is calm and she can be elegant. Skilled hands, done in a few strokes.

  "How was this year?" As he said that, Luo Shaofan's white and clean hands were placed elegantly and lightly on the counter.

  His long phoenix eyes tightly locked onto her one head of jet-black hair...

  Ouch! She pinched her fingertips tightly, but smiled calmly and elegantly: "Sir, slow down! I won't see you off!"