Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 175: 139 Old Lady Jiang makes trouble, Qi Duidui joins in?

After the charity auction started, everything proceeded very smoothly, but Jiang Yanting was in and out of the hall several times. People thought he was taking phone calls and didn’t pay much attention.

“Do you see anything you like?” Jiang Jinsang tilted his head to look at Tang Wan.

“Not for the moment.” There was often a big difference between photos and the actual objects. There were only three Cyan Feather head ornaments, and although they were nice, they weren’t must-haves.

Tang Wan glanced at the empty seat beside Jiang Jinsang. “Is Second Master busy with something urgent?”

“Probably company matters.”

…

After the auction ended, there was originally a banquet, but Jiang Jinsang and others had left hurriedly before the crowd dispersed. Qi Zeyan, who wasn’t on the same path as them, left in his own car. After Jiang Yanting took Jiangjiang home, he hurried out again and didn’t return until early in the morning.

After parking and turning off the car, he didn’t go straight into the house.

When Jiang Jinsang came out, he saw him leaning against the car, smoking. Perhaps hearing movement, he turned his head and looked over. His eyes seemed to have merged with the night, cold and dark.

The streetlight stretched his figure long and forlorn, and the rising smoke appeared like a light curtain of gauze, making his entire being seem even more desolate and enigmatic.

“Still not asleep?” Jiang Yanting’s voice was hoarse as he raised his hand to take a final puff of his cigarette.

“Didn’t find her?”

He just gave a wry smile, the cigarette smoke swirling around his fingertips. As Jiang Jinsang approached, he extinguished the cigarette.

if you search door to door, there should still be

name is wrong,

a fake name, or did she change her

“You go inside first, I’ll

meet

…

inside. The covers were slightly raised,

wake

out of

“Work is frustrating.”

said, even patting

had been out in the cold wind, and there wasn’t a

As he

around the

you miss

he got was a certain little guy’s

**

following morning, December

at the dining table. It was just after seven

if nothing had happened the night before, “I brought some pan-fried buns especially for you.

Tang Wan sat down next to

one brought up last night’s matter, and Tang Wan certainly wouldn’t

dishes. Coming out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, she said, “Grandma, the weather is nice today. Since we’ve just finished eating,

wearing gold-rimmed reading glasses,

an orange for