Warner turned around first, and Stephanie exchanged a wink with Jon quietly, who nodded at her, with a cold murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

Stephanie then twisted her waist to chase Warner.

Warner, who walked to the door, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jon: "Jon, aren't you leaving?"

Jon smiled and said nothing: "Your Highness, please, I'll arrive later."

"I think it would be better for us to attend together. After all, my father and the Vice President are waiting there at this moment. This may be the last palace feast you and me attended. After tomorrow..." Before he finished speaking, the meaning was obvious.

Jon almost showed a complacent smile in his eyes. Warner is in a very embarrassing situation now. A dignified prince actually went to sleep in a wine bar. This incident made his image in the aristocratic circle plummet, and it was impossible for the president to push him to power.

He almost cheered for his courage to appear in such a formal occasion.

Their attendance together can just highlight his excellence with his embarrassment and decadence.

Jon took a step forward and raised his hand very gentlemanly: "Please please first."

Warner smiled at him and walked towards the banquet hall.

Jon sent out his cell phone and issued a "no mercy" order, and followed Warner immediately.

As soon as Stephanie and Jon left, Ye Weilan jumped into Qi Ye's arms, staring wide: "That prince--"

The two servants who were leaving behind were ready to pull Ye Weilan down stood respectfully, without moving.

Qi Ye grabbed her wrist: "Have you hurt any of them?"

Miss Ye turned around: "It's fine to jump around, that prince—"

"Then let's go." Qi Ye hugged her waist and walked out.

"That prince he—"

"As soon as I leave my sight, something happened. When will your bad luck be completely over?" Qi Ye frowned. He left less than ten minutes later and then he was in trouble. This girl must have owed God's money in her previous life, and she would not have had a moment of peace in her life.

"Qi~ye~" Ye Xiaotu grinded her beautiful little white teeth.

Meiren Qi glanced at her wife: "I am just a collaborator with that prince."

"He actually called you "ye", I never called you that..." Ye Weilan's white and tender cheeks were round and round.

Qi Ye stopped, raised his eyebrows, and smiled on the thin corners of his lips: "I don't mind you calling me that..."

When Ye Weilan met his hooligan appearance, she blinked and suddenly said, "By the way, Qi Ye, I just listened to a free live·Chun·gong..."

Meiren Qi's eyes sank heavily.

"Of course this is not the point," Ye Weilan clenched her pink fist and said itchy: "He is not allowed to call you that in the future!"

"You go and tell him yourself." His wife looked jealous and a little tiger.

"Just say it," Mommy Ye touched her hot face and turned to the two servants and said, "I'll tell your prince and ask him to call my husband Mr. Qi in the future. As for the reason-" She scratched her chin and thought: "Just say that my wife often calls this in the high bed and quilt when her lover whispers. When he shouts like this, my husband and I will have a serious psychological shadow..."

Well, it will never end.

Qi Ye: “…”

The two servants twitched their faces hard, showing an expression that they wanted to laugh but had to bear it.
Chapter completed!