A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 1247 Qi Yao, Let’s Get Married

After a long while, Seventeen chuckled and reached out to poke Qi Yao's face. Qi Yao grabbed it with anger in his eyes.

"Why are you so fierce?" Seventeen pouted.

Qi Yao leaned forward slightly, rested his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, "You can choose not to accept me, but don't reject me either. I know you've been deeply hurt, but I swear, I'm not like him."

Seventeen rolled his eyes secretly.

Qi Yao let go of Seventeen, "Do you want to go back to your dormitory?"

"if not?"

"Please sit for a while. I'll go get you some clothes. What if you go out wrapped in a sheet? What if you bump into a colleague who's coming back?" Qi Yao said this confidently. Wasn't he thinking about her?

Seventeen watched Qi Yao leave and smiled.

As the person over there just walked out, chord music started. Seventeen was stunned for a moment, looked around, found Qi Yao's phone, and was stunned when he saw the caller ID.

Uncle An?

Who is it?

Qi Yao had never told her about his family. Apart from what she learned from his resume, she didn't know much about Qi Yao's background.

Seventeen held the phone but didn't answer it. After the ringing stopped, he threw the phone on the sofa and continued sitting.

After a while, the phone rang again. Seventeen glanced at it and said to himself, "How annoying." He then fell to one side.

Qi Yao walked in quickly, holding Seventeen's phone and clothes. Seventeen turned to look at him, and Qi Yao said, "Qi Qi, phone call."

What a coincidence! Seventeen said a sentence, sat up and answered the phone. It was An calling.

Zai'an and Zai'ren have completely replaced everyone else in recent years and become Mr. Zhuang Sanye's capable right-hand men. Shiqi is no stranger to Zai'an and Zai'ren, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are half a family member.

"Uncle An?"

"Miss, you finally answered the phone. If you don't turn on your phone, Master Quan will be going crazy. Master Quan can't find you and is extremely nervous..."

"My brother is back?" Seventeen's eyes flashed brightly and he sat up immediately. "Where is he? Is he at the banker's? I'll call him right away!"

Seventeen was extremely excited. He had just been relaxing and lazy, but at this moment, it was as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. His whole demeanor was completely different.

Qi Yao was listening on the side and was shocked. Should he call him immediately?

Just as I was thinking about what to do, Seventeen spoke again, "What? You didn't come back? Then why did you tell him? He's not with me, so how does he know how I am?"

"Miss, Young Master Quan can't get through to you on the phone. Maybe he has something to say, so he can't reach you all day." The person on the other end of the phone continued.

Seventeen lay down again dejectedly, responded intermittently, and then hung up the phone.

Qi Yao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This ancestor really scared him to death.

Seventeen threw his phone onto the sofa and kicked Qi Yao's phone over there.

"Someone named 'Uncle An' just called you."

The phone was kicked out from under her feet. Qi Yao looked at Seventeen with a strange expression. Seventeen raised his chin slightly, and said with a strong momentum, "What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Qi Yao picked up the phone from the sofa uncertainly, wondering in his heart if she would know something.

"What did Uncle An say?" Qi Yao was nervous, but he still asked casually to test him.

"How would I know?"

"Didn't you answer? Two missed calls..." Qi Yao felt relieved when he saw the missed calls, and said as if complaining, "Why didn't you answer them for me? Maybe something important happened at home.

"How can I answer your call? What should I say if I answer? I'm your colleague or your superior, why am I the one answering your call? Besides, do I need to interfere in your family affairs?" Seventeen spread his hands.

Qi Yao smiled, "I'll call Uncle An back."

Qi Yao dialed the number, said a few simple words, and then hung up.

After An got through to Seventeen on the phone, he was relieved. So no matter what Qi Yao said, An would not respond. He also knew that Qi Yao might have made the call in front of Seventeen.

Qi Yao casually placed his phone on the sofa. Seventeen suddenly smiled and said, "I have an Uncle An too."

"What a fate, isn't it?" Qi Yao immediately responded.

"..." Qi Yao interrupted Shiqi's next words and he instantly lost interest in talking.

Qi Yao half-knelt in front of Seventeen, subconsciously holding her hand and caressing it intimately, "I'll make you something to eat."

Seventeen didn't say anything. Qi Yao kissed the back of her hand, but still squatted there motionless.

Seventeen looked at Qi Yao, "Why aren't you going yet?"

"I want to see more of you." Qi Yao said with a smile, and suddenly took a sip of her lips. He stood up and said proudly, "I'll go right away. Wait for a while."

Seventeen was lying on the sofa, drowsy, waiting for Qi Yao to come out.

"If I had never been married..."

Seventeen thought quietly in her heart, looking back over the years, what has she been doing?

Do you hate Zhou Haoyu?

Of course she hated him, but did she dare to say that she had never loved him?

Even though he deceived her and everyone else, she could not deny that she was very happy during the years she was with Zhou Haoyu. They had been dating for two years, married for four years, and had known Zhou Haoyu for ten years. In those ten years, she had focused almost everything in her life on him. He was her heaven, dominating her life.

If the man were still alive, she would do everything to make him suffer and regret.

But the person is gone, and when she looks back at this relationship and marriage, she sees nothing but pain and bitterness, and there is nothing she can do.

Could she still curse him to never be reborn?

His death was the most painful and saddest time in her life. The most difficult time has passed, and now she is left with only the pity of her former self.

Even though she hated it, she still had to be grateful that in the past ten years, there was a man who tried so hard to make her happy and coax her into happiness who appeared in her life.

Dad is right. Although Zhou Haoyu has been with her for ten years, he is not her true love. She still has many more decades to go in the future. The one who will truly accompany her through her life is the one she should wait for and cherish.

Don't dwell on hatred and memories, she has a better life.

Seventeen looked at the ceiling and encouraged himself. His father met his mother when he was in his thirties, and she was only twenty-four years old now. She was still very young, right?

Qi Yao brought out noodles and sauce. Seventeen took a look and said, "You know, my dad makes really good pasta, but he rarely makes it."

Qi Yao smiled. Of course he knew that, but because Aunt Yan didn’t like noodles, the Zhuang family ate noodles no more than five times a year.

"Just make do with it. I ordered takeout to fill my stomach first." Qi Yao said.

Seventeen stood up and said, "Qi Yao, let's get married."