Chapter 193 Good sisters are going to weave scarves together
With Gong Banyan's intervention, Xu Heng also lost the courage to ask Murong Qiao to apologize.
He wished he could leave now.
"Dad—" Xu Yang took his hand and acted like a baby.
But Xu Heng didn't care to protect his daughter at the moment, he apologized without hesitation as soon as Gong Banyan came out.
"I can't discipline this matter well, so I'll talk about her right now." Xu Heng smiled, took his daughter and left.
Murong Qiao was also secretly surprised by the speed.
The commotion just now attracted many people, but most of them looked away after seeing Gong Banyan, but Murong Chen was not included.
"Qiao Qiao," Murong Chen came over to check the situation, and then he was a little surprised to see Gong Banyan. "Aunt Gong?"
His title also caught Murong Qiao's attention, and Murong Qiao glanced at Gong Banyan curiously.
"I didn't expect you two to meet earlier." Murong Chen stood in the middle with a smile, "Qiao Qiao, this is the elder I mentioned earlier."
Murong Chen introduced each other, which also made Murong Qiao break his previous imagination.
It is not at all the same as the old man in his mind. Gong Banyan is beautiful and beautiful, and his skin is well maintained. Just by looking at his face, most people will believe that he is just like Murong Chen.
Murong Qiao learned the identity of the other party, and felt that it was a bit of a coincidence that the person he just bumped into turned out to be the elder he wanted to know.
"Hello, Aunt Biao." Murong Qiao greeted obediently.
Gong Banyan responded with a smile, and brushed the hair on his shoulder with his right hand.
"The little girl is quite likable." She said something, which attracted Murong Chen's surprised gaze.
Gong Banyan has a unique personality and is not easy to show favor to others, so Murong Chen was a little surprised to hear her undisguised affection for Murong Qiao in her words.
Murong Qiao looked at Gong Banyan curiously, and connected her with the image of the queen of the song, not feeling abrupt.
The three of them stood together and didn't talk for long, and soon other people came to say hello.
"This is Murong Qianjin..." The topic of discussion easily turned to Murong Qiao.
Most of the people who came to talk to Murong Chen were elders. In the past, the topics they talked about were either business cooperation or the future of the stock market, but this time because of Murong Qiao, the conversation turned to her at every turn.
They all set their sights on the target and wanted to marry the Murong family.
"I don't know what your plans are for your sister's marriage." Many people asked similar questions.
As soon as the words came out, Murong Chen's face turned dark, and the person who asked the words felt a chill on his neck.
Murong Qiao's appearance is a favorite for most people, the kind who can't wait to steal their heads.
But this time Murong Chen didn't need to answer, Gong Banyan stood in front of Murong Qiao more protectively than her.
"As for your romantic son, how dare you say that?"
"When you fall in love, you must pay attention to the right family. I advise you to look in the mirror."
"I have so many illegitimate children that I can't count them. You should give your genes to others."
Gong Banyan speaks bluntly, and directly exposes faults on the spot when encountering some who are not used to it, making them leave in embarrassment.
There were quite a few people who came to talk to her, but when they met Gong Banyan, they all returned home without any benefit.
Murong Qiao was shocked when he saw his cousin's unceremonious evaluation of everyone.
She also really wanted to have such a mouth substitute, who could fight all the scholars with her words without losing the wind.
This family gathering can be said to have allowed Murong Qiao to successfully refresh his understanding of Gong Banyan.
Even when she came back from home to school and lay on the bed in the dormitory, she could still see the opposite palace in her mind.
After a snowfall, the weather is obviously much colder. Since Murong Qiao returned to school from the last family gathering, he has added a few winter clothes to his suitcase.
Although there are no outings, since someone posted on the forum and gave his boyfriend a hand-woven scarf. Girls' dormitories began to follow suit.
"See if my stitches are right? Why do I always feel like weaving is reversed?" Yang Xin poked Leng Yan next to him wonderingly.
In the past two days, she also followed suit and bought a ball of yarn to knit a scarf. Unfortunately, Yang Xin, who is naturally lively, can't sit still, so it is very difficult for activities that require patience like knitting scarves.
"Everyone knits for my boyfriend, why are you joining in the fun?" Leng Yan was helpless.
Although she said so, she still corrected Yang Xin's mistakes.
Yang Xin raised his eyebrows, "I can't give myself some warmth."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly glanced in Murong Qiao's direction.
"Qiao Qiao, aren't you going to weave a scarf for Xiao Xiaocao?" Yang Xin asked suddenly.
How can she suffer alone, Yang Xin immediately decided to drag someone into the water with her.
It is better to suffer alone than to suffer alone.
"Scarf?" Murong Qiao turned his head and glanced.
A mess of wool piled up on Yang Xin's lap, but it didn't affect her fun of knitting the scarf.
Speaking like this, it seems that she has never given Huo Yichen any presents.
Murong Qiao's gaze was fixed on the ball of wool, and Yang Xin's serious thinking expression fell into Yang Xin's eyes, allowing her to see Murong Qiao's heartbeat at a glance.
"Look at the forum where everyone is posting presents, Huo Xiaocao must be looking forward to your gift!" Yang Xin added while the iron was hot.
Huo Yichen's expectation... The way he looked at him came to Murong Qiao's mind. Although the imaginary Huo Yichen's expression was still cold, Murong Qiao couldn't bear it when he thought of how disappointed he really was because he didn't receive the gift.
"Then I—" Murong Qiao just wanted to say that he was going to buy materials, when Yang Xin stuffed a new ball of wool.
"Use mine!" Yang Xin delightedly took out the **** of thread she had bought a lot.
He was very confident before, and wanted to knit a few for his family, so he bought a lot of wool **** of different colors, which happened to come in handy now.
Of course, the result is also obvious, now Yang Xin has not even knitted the first scarf.
Right now, she doesn't regret that she wasted materials. With Murong Qiao's company, Yang Xin suddenly felt motivated.
The good sisters are going to weave scarves together!
Murong Qiao was fine at first, so he simply took the wool and tools and started knitting.
Soon, Yang Xin realized the talent gap.
"Are you hanging up?" She looked at the half-finished product in Murong Qiao's hands in shock.
Since Murong Qiao said that she would start knitting scarves, Yang Xin was with her. It has been more than an hour since the two of them watched the drama while doing it.
Yang Xin looked at the semi-finished product in his hand, which was not as long as a palm, and then at the scarf woven by Murong Qiao next door, which was twice as long as his own.
If she remembers correctly, she originally wanted to pull Murong Qiao to suffer together.
"It's you who are always preoccupied." Murong Qiao said helplessly.
This is her normal progress, okay? In the hour just now, Yang Xin was fascinated by watching the drama, and performed the act of weaving wrong and unraveling for a total of five times.
Yang Xin scratched his head, deeply aware of the gap between the two.
Seeing Murong Qiao learning fast and getting more proficient in his techniques, Yang Xin looked at the messy wool in his hand bitterly, and sighed deeply.
That's all, maybe this is the driving force of love.
Yang Xin was sighing, when Murong Qiao knocked his head down suddenly.
"Concentrate, you won't be able to weave a single piece if you keep making mistakes like this." She reminded aloud.
Yang Xin was told by Murong Qiao that she had no choice but to pick up a needle and start knitting a scarf. Leng Yan couldn't help laughing seeing the two of them in completely different states.
(end of this chapter)