Chapter 1110： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (25) (1/2)

It's as if there is no merit in it, nor is it like the man who runs fast in Cuju field, so quiet, like a scholar .

”Uncle King, lend me this follower for a few days.”

Xia Qiu followed the little followers and stood aside. He and the little followers were nothing in front of these people, and no one paid attention when they came in.

The little follower first stood beside the King of England and Gao Youhe, and Xia Qiu paused, and then he could only go behind the blue collar.

The dishes at the banquet were rich and exquisite, and Xia Qiu stood there, looking down, but if there was nothing, she fell on her.

She looked quietly down the line of sight, and the man in Tsinghua's face really looked at her.

A few drops of sweat were in his full forehead, before Cuju was physically exhausted, Gao Youhe's face was still flushed, and the whole person was sitting upright. When Xia Qiu looked at him, he seemed to be casual, Look away.

”Duanwang, thank you for your love, small one toast you first.” Gao Youhe was not involved in the dialogue between the king and Duanwang. At this time, the king hesitated. Then he stood up and toasted the blue team leader.

Duan Wang ...

Xia Qiu looked at the blue team leader beside him.

He is at least seven or eight years younger than the King of England, and his face is not very similar to that of the thin King of England. His cheekbones are high, and his face also looks energetic. The deep sense of facial features is not the kind of peace.

When he got up, Duan Wang also picked up Gao Youhe's wine. The three-clawed wine bottle turned, and the dripping wine never dropped.

Gao Youhe drank it, and also reversed the wine glass.

At this moment, the atmosphere eased. The British king sitting on the top smiled and turned the topic away. Duan Wang knew that the British king didn't want to let people go. He looked at Gao Youhe and stopped talking about it.

Duan Wang chatted with the British King and Gao Youhe. At this time, Duan Wang's saccharine suddenly stretched out to Xia Qiu.

Xia Qiu froze.

”It's full.” Duan Wang waited for a while, but didn't see the reaction, then frowned at Xia Qiu.