Chapter 343 : Celebration Banquet: Mixed Race Principal Weng Junhong
Over there, Nangong Yi was stunned. If he had just heard the ringtone, he was still a little suspicious. It might be a coincidence! How could it be that annoying woman? But this "Hey" completely interrupted his fantasy.
It's really her. Lingling clearly said that she hated her two years ago. She hated her. Why is there only her number in her phone?
I was lost and confused, noisy sounds were ringing in my ears, and countless things were pouring out of my head, but I couldn't catch anything.
"Yeah, I'll ask them to make you a fruit salad, your favorite mustard flavored one!"
Mu Ling's voice rang in his ears, pulling Nangong Yi out of his confusion.
Mustard-flavored things. In his memory, someone liked to eat mustard-flavored things. He actually didn't like the taste, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to eat it every time he saw it.
Hanging up the phone and putting it aside without leaving a trace, Nangong Yi smiled slightly and held Mu Ling firmly in his arms with one hand. With the other hand, he steadily held the plate that was in Mu Ling's hand just now and gently
He gently picked up a piece of strawberry and brought it to her mouth.
Mu Ling smiled happily, opened her mouth to eat, and felt a chill in her heart. She didn't like the taste, not at all.
"Lingling, are you hiding anything from me? Or lying to me?"
Nangong also smiled evilly, stretched out his slender fingers, and wiped away the trace of jam remaining at the corner of her mouth.
"Yi, why would you ask that? How could someone lie to you?"
Mu Lingjiao was annoyed. She didn't know why he asked so suddenly, but she didn't think much about it.
"Well! It's best like this. I don't like girls who can lie. They're not cute at all."
Nangong also buried his head in her neck, eh! It was a good day today. He didn't wear the perfume he hated. Subconsciously, he hated others lying to him. No matter who it was, it would be unforgivable as long as he lied to him.
This was just a small episode. Soon, the main owner of this banquet, the great principal of Wuzhou, arrived.
He is a really stylish man, wearing a blue suit, carefully managed brown hair, resolute facial contours, blue eyes as deep as the sea, a tall aquiline nose, and a slightly plump figure.
His lips were over forty, but there was no trace of age on his face.
Behind him were four young girls, all wearing tight-fitting black professional attire. They looked like they should be his personal bodyguards.
You'er looked at the man in front of him, hmm! He is really a very charming man, a mixed-race man who is so handsome and knows how to enjoy himself.
"Uncle Weng——"
Chu Qingfan stood up with a smile and walked towards the person. He obviously knew the person in front of him and looked very familiar with him.
"Qingfan, why is it just you and Xinyun?"
Weng Junhong frowned slightly when he saw You'er next to him. Who was this girl? Qing Fan seemed to be very kind to him.
Xin Yun, Weng Xinyun, is his niece. In short, he is the son of the head of Ouya. The head of Ouya is naturally the old man Chu Qingfan calls, Weng Xinyun's grandfather.
"Xinyun went to Paris with my dad. Does uncle miss her?"
Chu Qingfan asked, obviously he also saw the strange expression on Weng Junhong's face when he looked at You'er.
"I came here mainly to meet my cousin. She goes to school here and is said to have participated in this competition. I was a little curious and missed her, so I came here in person."