Chapter 390: 392 Deep Night (1)_1
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Che Huan lowered her head to look at the little guy. Could she selectively go deaf? Pretend she hadn’t heard anything!
Seeing the little guy’s clear, big eyes, she inexplicably felt a sense of guilt.
The little guy frowned, waiting eagerly. Seeing Huanhuan not speaking, he glanced at Huo Jinnan, "What did you mean by that sentence?"
"Just as it sounds." Huo Jinnan answered in a low voice and greeted the approaching people.
The little guy’s face looked sour as he pursed his lips and glanced at Qin Shaojin beside him. His long eyelashes fluttered, wanting to ask but feeling too embarrassed, he simply kept silent.
But Qin Shaojin, finding it rare to see Brother Huo being so elegantly flirtatious, lowered his head towards the little guy, curved his lips, and smiled harmlessly, "You’ll understand when you’re older."
The little guy didn’t make a peep, glaring unhappily at Qin Shaojin. Huo Jinnan’s friends all seemed to be like him, speaking cryptically! Pretending to be profound!
Che Huan stood on the side, her ears also turning red.
Qin Shaojin smiled, "Sister-in-law, it’s a bit warm. Should I ask someone to turn down the air conditioning?"
Che Huan nodded, glanced at Qin Shaonan at her side, and instantly felt he was much more pleasant than Qin Shaojin. She spoke with a smile, "Yes, it’s really hot. Even the attorney Qin’s eyeliner is smudging."
When the little guy heard Che Huan’s words, he looked up at Qin Shaojin and thought no wonder he looked so pale—he was wearing makeup! A grown man, what’s with the makeup!
Qin Shaojin felt uncomfortable under the little guy’s strange gaze, his long fingers lightly adjusting his collar as he chuckled softly, looking at Huo Jinnan, "After hanging out with Brother Huo for so long, the sister-in-law is learning bad habits."
Huo Jinnan glanced at Che Huan and lightly gathered her hair with his fingers, "You’re still lacking some skill. Once you dare not to talk like this, you’ll be about right."
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Qin Shaojin was speechless. Was Brother Huo trying to cultivate a rose with thorns? His fingers gently caressed the stem of his wine glass, then looked at Qin Shaonan.
Qin Shaonan showed no emotion, looking at Huo Jinnan, "It’s just a beginning."
Huo Jinnan’s eyes darkly scanned the surroundings and hummed lowly in agreement.
Che Huan stood by, listening. Although she didn’t fully understand, remembering the situation she had encountered at the hotel entrance and the words of Uncle Qin earlier, she knew today’s banquet was not so simple.
But, what was waiting for her?
Since she decided to be with him, she would not be a clinging vine!
Noticing Huo Jinnan looking at her, she felt a surge of strength within her heart, very firm and determined.
Huo Jinnan wrapped his arm around Che Huan’s waist, following Qin Shaonan’s steps, and sat at the foremost seat.
The little guy followed behind. Just as he reached the seat, which was quite high, he contemplated what graceful posture to sit down with. Before he knew it, he had landed on the chair with a plop.
He looked at Huo Jinnan, "Thank you."
Huo Jinnan shifted his gaze and raised his wrist to glance at his watch.
Qin Shaojin, holding a cigarette in his fingers, suddenly turned and offered it to Huo Jinnan, "It’s about time."
Huo Jinnan took it, placed it between his fingers, and as he heard the rustling crowd, he lifted his eyes, and his gaze fell on Fang Tong, who had arrived in full dress.
Che Huan also saw Fang Tong, and recalling the invitation she saw that day, she realized that Uncle Qin’s soon-to-be adopted daughter was Fang Tong! No wonder she was unwelcome!
Qin Mochuan escorted Fang Tong to the stage, and with a respectful bow, said, "Today, I, Qin Mochuan, take Tongtong as my adopted daughter. Thank you all for your grace, for giving me face."
There was a continuous flow of congratulatory voices.
Fang Tong kept her smile, thinking of her stepfather’s upcoming arrangements, her gaze fell on Che Huan.
