Chapter 367: No one

Yan Nian was originally dragged away by Jiang Beiyuan, passing by Yan Yuming's room, suddenly thought of the black box.
"wait for me a while!"
She quickly pushed Jiang Beiyuan away, and quickly fastened the lid of the black box in the room, and took the opportunity to stuff the purple candy paper into her pocket.
When she came out again, holding the paper box in her arms, she smiled innocently at Jiang Beiyuan.
"Now you can go!"
Jiang Beiyuan stared down at her embrace: "What's in the box?"
"Nothing, it's all things from junior high school, I plan to take it home and make a collection!"
junior high school?
He looked stiff, his thin lips were pursed and pursed, and finally he said nothing.
Downstairs, the few people who were still screaming have disappeared, and Ma Xueyan didn't know where they were.
The mahjong table crooked and fell to the side, and there were piles of mahjong on the ground.
Yannian was confused: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Beiyuan shrugged innocently.
"I do not know."
Both words and thoughts were confused: "Is there no one in the house when you came in?"
Jiang Beiyuan said, nodded, "No one."
"……Oh."
Maybe Ma Xueyan has something to go out.
Yannian thought in her heart.
...
Yannian went out to find that Jiang Beiyuan had changed cars today.
The black Rolls-Royce, long and narrow body, luxurious and restrained tone, the setting sun covers a layer of light and shadow falling on it.
"Where is your Aston Martin?"
"In the garage."
"Oh oh."
Yan Nian didn't ask any more, she carried the black box to the back seat, then went around to the front and sat in the passenger seat wittily.
Jiang Beiyuan started the car.
The carriage is quiet.
Yannian turned his head and looked at the trees passing by the window, thinking about the phrase "Jiang Ting's words and thoughts, never separate".
When did you write this sentence?
How long hasn't she and Jiang Ting seen, and they don't know each other at all.
The more I think about it, the more wrong I am, so I send a WeChat message to Ding Baoyi
"Hey hey hey, see you at the mountain top restaurant tomorrow noon at 12 o'clock, to discuss something important! Who will not come, who has pimples on his face!"
Jiang Beiyuan drove with one hand next to him, turned a corner, and glanced at her, "Who should I send a message to?"
"No one, just Ding Baoyi!"
Yannian didn't intend to tell Jiang Beiyuan about Jiang Ting's matter before it became clear.
Because now she herself is very confused, what is going on.
She quickly closed WeChat, opened Douyin pretending to be calm, and started to scan those funny videos to distract herself.
A slender white hand suddenly snatched her mobile phone away.
Yannian yelled: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his thin lips and turned a corner on the Beihuan Road in front of him. Then he said, "Stop playing on the phone, and chat with your husband."
"What are you talking about? I can't find topics to talk to you without using Douyin!"
Jiang Beiyuan: "..."
So all the way was speechless.
Fifteen minutes later, the black car stopped in front of a supermarket.
This is the largest shopping supermarket in Lucheng. It is located in the bustling commercial area. It is open from nine to twelve in the morning and is the latest supermarket to close in Lucheng.
"What are you doing here? Do you want to visit the supermarket?"
He looked at the man beside him inexplicably.
"En," Jiang Bei Yuanwu unfastened his seat belt, "I don't have much to eat at home. Come and buy some."
"Oh that's fine!"
Yannian also unfastened the seat belt and got out of the car. As if nothing had happened between the two people, Jiang Beiyuan took her hand and walked towards the supermarket with her fingers interlocking.