Pampered by the Billionaire by Qin Dance

32: Chapter 32: She Is Deeply Gazed At By Him_1 32: Chapter 32: She Is Deeply Gazed At By Him_1 When Liang Qiaoqiao arrived, Nanxi had already finished discussing the main conclusions of her thesis and the Q and A session with her adviser had begun.

Nanxi’s face was calm, her dark eyes deep and confident, reminding Liang Qiaoqiao unexpectedly of someone else.

Liang Qiaoqiao sighed, didn’t go inside, but stood by the door, her gaze lightly falling on Nanxi who was defending her thesis seriously.

At the time, Nanxi was 22, but if you wanted to be precise, she wouldn’t be 22 for another five months.

This refined, slender young woman had waltzed into her life seemingly out of nowhere five years ago.

Her gentle and subtle charms didn’t stand out at a first glance, yet somehow, she had exerted a quiet influence over everyone around her.

For instance, she was wearing the light blue dress that Qiaoqiao had bought for her.

It had a layered collar which made it seem formal, but when Nanxi wore it, there appeared a hint of refreshing simplicity.

It was like the dewdrop that rolled off from the leaves of trees early in the morning, cooling a corner of the season while illuminating a moment in time.

Liang Qiaoqiao sighed, pulled out her phone intending to take a picture, but then decided against it.

this very moment, there was someone else who likely had a better angle, a clearer distance,

her, someone was gazing at

everyone is fortunate enough to have

if she should feel pity for Nanxi, or be relieved on her

…

tea in the cup was only

fresh cup, but the man never put down

her presentation to when she finished, all in all, over twenty minutes, he had held his cup without taking

girl eloquently talking on the

sense of beautiful stillness, Mo

minutes, he’d

out a sigh of relief, an amused smile rose on the face of the man on the

been sitting there for a while, and there wasn’t any

his amusement seemed to

minutes later, there were three girls and three handsome boys who

the projector, got up, drew the

breeze, the sunshine,

his face,