Luo Xi smiled faintly, raised his wine glass and respected Han Sanqian again.
"Han Shaoxia ascended to the world by his own ability, Luo Xi is different from you, so naturally he dare not make more comparisons!" Putting down her wine glass, she said softly.
"Three glasses of wine are over, Miss Luo should get back to the topic, why do you have her handkerchief?" Han Sanqian's smile released a touch of coldness.
"Han Shaoxia is still in a hurry!" After Luo Xi finished speaking, she looked at Han Sanqian: "People who have her will naturally have her handkerchief. Do I need to ask more?"
"Impossible, how could you have her handkerchief, let alone her person, you belong to Lu Ruoxin?" Han Sanqian said coldly.
"I told Han Shaoxia that your ascension depends on your own ability, but I and you are different." As soon as the voice fell, the white curtain in the room suddenly moved quickly.
In the end, all the white curtains gathered in the center of the room, and almost at the same time, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the center of the curtains.
It's just that the limbs are all entangled by the curtain, and they can't move an inch.
When the familiar figure was stunned for a moment and found Han Sanqian sitting on the ground, his expressionless eyes were filled with joy.
"Three thousand!"
"Senior Sister Qin Shuang??!" Han Sanqian also stood up abruptly from his seat, eyes full of horror!
"Where's Su Yingxia?" Han Sanqian turned around and glared at each other.
Perhaps, the mandarin duck pattern on the handkerchief Han Sanqian may not know that it is Su Yingxia's lovesickness stabbing when she was helping her family and waiting for Han Sanqian to come to Bafang World from Xuanyuan World, but Han Sanqian naturally knows the fragrance on it all too well.
That's why Han Sanqian desperately chased him out of the restaurant and came all the way here.
But who knows...
But who knew that the person who appeared would be Qin Shuang?
However, even though he was surprised, Han Sanqian could at least be sure of one thing. The woman in front of him had both Qin Shuang and Su Yingxia's handkerchief in her hand, so naturally, everything was right.
Luo Xi just smiled slightly, looking lightly at Qin Shuang on the curtain.
Never mind, Han Sanqian suddenly had a fortune in his hand, Su Yingxia is naturally the most important, but Qin Shuang is also Han Sanqian's friend, if he can save one, he will earn money, bent slightly at his feet, and the whole person turned into a streamer and rushed directly towards the curtain Qin Shuang on the bed.
Han Sanqian's speed is extremely fast, and the distance in the house is not far away. With Han Sanqian's speed, it only takes a few tenths of a second to arrive. Seeing that the other party has no time to respond, Han Sanqian finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Wow!"
But just when Han Sanqian's hand touched Qin Shuang, with a soft sound, the whole delicate Qin Shuang suddenly exploded into countless pieces like ceramics falling to the ground, scattered in the air fall.
Han Sanqian was shocked, how could this happen?
How could this be a phantom?
This is absolutely impossible. With Han Sanqian's ability, it is impossible for him to tell whether it is a phantom. He can be sure that the senior sister Qin Shuang just now is definitely not.
Looking back in disbelief, Han Sanqian really couldn't understand what was going on, and reached out to try to grab some fragments, but those seemingly ceramic fragments turned into nothing when he dropped his hands.
"What the hell are you doing?" Han Sanqian shouted coldly, his eyes filled with endless anger.
Luo Xi smiled lightly, and said: "Han Shaoxia, I have been telling you non-stop since you entered the room, don't be too impatient, but unfortunately, you just don't listen."
As soon as she finished speaking, she moved her hand, and those white companies quickly shrank together towards a place far away from Han Sanqian, and then, Qin Shuang's figure appeared again.
However, unlike last time, Qin Shuang's mouth was already bleeding from the corner of his mouth. JrNovels.com