When he came out of the hotel where the He family recognising banquet, there was a slight snow floating outside, and a light layer was spread out, and the flower baskets fell to the ground in a row. The hotel staff were collecting the clothes outside, complaining and lamenting.

The road is covered with wind and snow, and people are depressed.

"Go and have hot pot." Duan Linbai suggested that the best match with hot pot in winter.

"Okay, there is a Haidilao nearby, I'll treat you." As soon as Yu Manxi finished speaking, Fu Sinian bent down and tied the buttons of her coat one by one, pampering and gentle.

"I won't go, it's too late." Fu Yuxiu didn't dare to have dinner with Qiao Xiyan, which was too embarrassing.

According to the normal logic of elders, we must be trying to keep it at this time.

But Fu Chen said directly, "Then I won't send you away, I'll take a taxi back by myself."

"Okay." Fu Yuxiu greeted everyone and left first.

**

A few people arrived at Haidilao's store. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there were surprisingly many people.

A group of people were dressed formally and appropriately, and as soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of many people. They found a relatively secluded corner to sit down, and there were also bold people who came to Duan Linbai to take a photo and ask for autographs.

Mr. Bai was still humming with his legs shaking in the car, and now he was as graceful as a noble man.

Qiao Xiyan calculated that it was the first time that he had come out to eat with them, and Yu Guang looked at Duan Linbai.

This is also a drama artist.

While everyone was ordering the dishes, Duan Linbai asked while eating snacks from the merchants, "Do you want to call Hanchuan?"

"He should be asleep now." Fu Sinian was trained by Mr. Fu recently, and he is already very considerate and is helping to pour water.

Yu Manxi is sliding the tablet and ordering dishes.

"No, I'll call him." Fu Chen then gave Jing Hanchuan a message.

[We want to have midnight snack together. Will you come? If you don’t come? I will send it to you in person afterwards.]

"Who is calling?" Qiao Xiyan asked Song Fengwan in a low voice.

"Beijing Hanchuan, Jing Liuye in northern Sichuan." Song Fengwan explained.

Qiao Xiyan frowned, Jing's family?

Isn’t that a warlord is mixed up, a person on the road?

Some Hong Kong films instantly appeared in his mind...

The big brothers in society are all naked and covered in flowers below their necks.

The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, worship Guan Gong to drink big wine, the big gold chain watch, the few little brothers behind him...

Fu Chen is still playing with these people?

What kind of boyfriend did your cousin find?

"Is he coming?" Duan Linbai raised his eyebrows.

"Come here." Fu Chen put down his phone.

The tablet was handed over and over, and finally fell into Duan Linbai's hands, "Sister-in-law, niece-in-law, what do you two want to drink?"

"Cola." Song Fengwan smiled.

Yu Manxi, "I want soy milk."

No one drank alcohol and only had some herbal tea. Unexpectedly, Duan Linbai finally added a strawberry juice.

Josie Yeon thought he was ordering it for the girl, and did not take it seriously.

About twenty minutes later, Fu Chen's phone vibrated, and it must be that Jing Hanchuan arrived.

"I'll pick it up." Fu Sinian sat on the outside, got up and walked out.

Qiao Xiyan originally thought that this rumored boss of the Jing family must have a tall and strong waist, but he didn't expect that he was extremely elegant and elegant, with no trace of hostility in his eyebrows and eyes, and even extremely fine.

It is unrestrained and chilled, and the style is natural.

"Sorry, I'm late." Jing Hanchuan was not familiar with Qiao Xiyan and stretched out his hand at him, "Jing Hanchuan."

"Jo Siyan."

The two shook hands, and Qiao Xiyan raised her eyebrows slightly. She had always heard that the Jing family had a black background, but he had no calluses at all. If he was a person holding a gun for a long time, there should be traces left.

"Here, I'll order it for you." Duan Linbai pushed the strawberry juice to him.

Qiao Xiyan almost choked by herbal tea. Who is drinking strawberry juice?

"He likes to eat sweet things. He has almost eaten the coconut cakes I brought from Nanjiang before." Song Fengwan murmured in a low voice.

Jing Hanchuan came late and thought he would add a few more dishes, but he didn't expect that he would just have a portion of almond cake.

Qiao Xiyan coughed twice, did the boss have a girlish heart?

The meal was around twelve o'clock at night, and the topics they talked about were mainly about Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi. The two had already obtained their certificates, so the procedures like engagement were naturally saved.

Considering that Mr. Fu's birthday was busy for a month or two, Dai Yunqing wanted to help them hold a wedding at the end of the year, but was later postponed to the beginning of the next spring.

"Spring is good. The winter in Beijing is too cold. If you wear a wedding dress, you can make you tremble with cold." Duan Linbai's chopsticks never stopped, his mouth turned red and he kept eating.

"So I want to wait until the weather is warming up to hold a drink." Yu Manxi said with a smile.

Song Fengwan was lowering his head to eat, but Fu Chen suddenly came over and attached himself to her ear, lowering his voice, "Wanwan, will we get married in spring in the future?"

"Cough--" She was so scared that she was choked by the peppers. She drank half a glass of water and felt more comfortable after she felt more comfortable.

He thought too far.

"Tomorrow's Christmas, it's about to celebrate the New Year. Do you have any arrangements?" Duan Linbai followed Fu Chen abroad for the New Year's Eve last year, and returned blindly, and was so depressed that he was extremely depressed.

"We have activities in the station." Yu Manxi said.

"Big nephew, aren't you going to be alone?" Duan Linbai was about to laugh out loud, but Fu Sinian said.

"You can bring your family."

Duan Linbai coughed twice and looked at Fu Chen, "Where are you and your little sister-in-law?"

"Prepare to go abroad, but..." Fu Chen changed his tone, "You two have no place for you."

"Go to you, am I so ignorant? Go and be a light bulb?" Duan Linbai could only pin his last hope on Jing Hanchuan, "You should be fine."

"Go abroad to accompany your parents." Jing Hanchuan said in an incense.

"Damn, when did you become a twenty-four filial son?"

"My mother misses me, but my dad said I couldn't get over, so he came back to pick me up in person." Jing Hanchuan was happy to stay home. There was nothing particularly important and he was unwilling to go far.

"I'll go, your dad will tie you up and throw you onto the plane."

Jing Hanchuan coughed twice and lowered his head to eat almond cake.

"By the way, there has been no news about Huaisheng recently, what did the little monk do?" Duan Linbai remembered the fear of being dominated by the little monk Muyu last year's New Year's Eve. "It seems that there has been no news about matching."

Song Fengwan only remembered to go to the old house of Fu family and said that Huaisheng and his sister went up the mountain, and then there was less news.

"The matching was not successful." Fu Chen took a sip of warm water. "If he couldn't wait for the right matching, his family had no money to live in the Beijing Hospital. He burned chemotherapy and the child was also punished. His parents were detained again. His grandmother took the child back to the county hospital."

"Huaisheng followed them back to his hometown. The child was resurrected. He was in a serious condition. Even if he had a suitable type, he might not be able to survive this winter. He might not be able to survive this winter. He would be back then."

Chemotherapy will destroy the human body functions, and the child's body is already overwhelmed.

"At that time, he would pick up his sister and come with him. His parents wanted to help her finish college. His sister said that we had troubled us too much, so she never asked them to say these things. She said that they don't need so-called sympathy or mercy, and everything will be fine."

The originally lively atmosphere on the dining table went down instantly.

Sometimes it’s a severe cold, and you’ll feel so fragile and weak in the face of the disease, let alone a serious illness.

After the dinner, when everyone went out, it was already snowy outside, and the cold wind was swept with snow, blowing the whole body cold...

**

The next day was Christmas, and only a few days before New Year's Day, Beijing University held a Double Day party.

In the last two or three days of December, Song Fengwan was already preparing what he needed for his trip, and Qiao Xiyan was about to set off to return to Wu Su. Before leaving, he naturally invited her two roommates to dinner.

When Hu Xinyue saw Qiao Xiyan, she wished she could get under the table. Last time, it was because of her, Song Fengwan and Fu Chen, but...

This is the grandson of Mr. Qiao.

To be honest, I didn’t care before, but now the more I look at him, the more I feel that he and Mr. Qiao look really similar.

"Yating, it really looks very similar to Old Qiao."

Miao Yating was speechless, "He is a grandson, so he must be like him."

Because it was Qiao Xiyan's treat, Hu Xinyue and Miao Yating planned to give him a cup of tea, "Mr. Qiao, thank you for treating us to dinner."

"You're welcome, Wanwan will ask you to take care of you in the future. Just like last time, tell me in time if there is any situation." Qiao Xiyan's eyes were as deep as the sea, and his smile was meaningful.

Song Fengwan coughed twice and kicked Hu Xinyue under the table.

If it weren't for her, his third brother wouldn't have been beaten.

Qiao Xiyan said this so heartbroken. Hu Xinyue's face turned red and she smiled awkwardly. She would definitely have indigestion when she ate this meal.
To be continued...