When Zhao Qingyan came out of the elevator, Qiao Junxi was already standing at the door waiting for her. He casually copied his hands in his trouser pockets and quietly looked at the direction of the elevator. Zhao Qingyan was very worried that if she hadn't come back for a long time, Qiao Junxi would have to stand in such a posture as a sculpture.

However, she was still fascinated by his handsome appearance and her heart beat a beat.

Perhaps many people think that handsome guys are impatient and become visually tired as they look at them. But Qiao Junxi will not give people this feeling at all. On the contrary, Zhao Qingyan thinks that Qiao Junxi is a man who the longer you get along with you, the more charming you feel.

This is not only because of his good skin, but also the demeanor and demeanor that he penetrates into his bones with his body, and everything he created with his wisdom.

Even though Zhao Qingyan claimed that she was not inferior to a man, she asked herself that she could not achieve such achievements as Qiao Junxi.

Just a project in the Imperial Palace is enough for her to study for a long time.

So his obsessed eyes mixed with admiration, Zhao Qingyan quickly walked over, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

When Qiao Junxi saw her, she also started to greet her.

Although Zhao Qingyan brought an umbrella, the rain had been a little heavier before, and Zhao Qingyan's body was also wet. The pair of canvas shoes on her feet were completely wet. A few strands of hair drooped in obedience, losing the feeling of fluff. In this way, she seemed a little embarrassed and down.

"Why are you getting wet? Should you change your clothes first?" Qiao Junxi was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable wearing wet clothes.

Zhao Qingyan was just thinking about this and nodded obediently, "Then you can wait for me for a while."

Zhao Qingyan opened the door and was about to go back to the room, but suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked Qiao Junxi, "Is there anything important to you when you ask me?"

Qiao Junxi turned around gracefully, and the corners of her lips raised slightly, "Is it counting to ask you for dinner?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled and was about to close the door, but Qiao Junxi added jokingly, "Don't dress too grandly."

Zhao Qingyan saw a cluster of cunning eyes at the corner of his eyes and suddenly realized that he was bringing up the old things again. A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she closed the door angrily.

Qiao Junxi did not miss her angry expression. In fact, Zhao Qingyan misunderstood what he meant. The self-sustaining ability he had been proud of had long been broken into pieces in front of Zhao Qingyan.

He can endure it once, but it does not mean that he can endure it a second time.

He glanced at the opposite door and simply opened the security doors.

Zhao Qingyan quickly changed her clothes. She wore a goose yellow dress, which was simple and fashionable, fresh and lovely. She wore a pair of pointed flat leather shoes under her feet, and she dressed up as she was comfortable. This also shows to a certain extent that Zhao Qingyan and Qiao Junxi were comfortable to get along with, and she did not need to accommodate the other party at the cost of being wronged.

Qiao Junxi likes her calmness and nature.

Immediately, Zhao Qingyan saw that the dishes had been prepared on the table. They seemed to be home-cooked dishes, but each dish was very delicate and suddenly it became aroused by appetite.

During the meal, Qiao Junxi asked her, "When will you have time this weekend? Grandpa wants to invite you to your house for a meal."

Zhao Qingyan's hand shook with the chopsticks, and the piece of lettuce that he had finally picked up fell back into the plate. She simply put down the chopsticks, "Is this what I mean to meet the parents?" It seems that the old man is indeed very urging.
Chapter completed!