CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 281: GOING TO PICK UP THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN!

Recently, there have indeed been some rumors on the school forum about Yun Qiluo acknowledging a godfather, described in vivid detail.

If it weren’t for Song Shijia being such good friends with Yun Qiluo, she might have almost believed it.

She snorted sarcastically upon hearing it, ignored the gossipers, and turned to walk towards the school.

But they did remind her of one thing...

The man she saw at the time, the one who carried Luo Luo into the car, who exactly is he to their Luo Luo?

She always felt that Luo Luo and that man had quite a deep connection, and their mode of interaction was completely different from that with Ji Ruofeng or Fan Xinglan.

Moreover, that man’s actions exuded a certain dominance, and even from afar, one could feel the oppressive aura of someone in a high position emanating from him.

His presence was nothing Ji Ruofeng or Fan Xinglan could compare to.

Of course, Song Shijia absolutely refused to believe he was her godfather; is there such a young and handsome godfather?

If there is, please provide contact information, thank you, she’ll acknowledge one too!

In the sports car, after Yun Qiluo fastened her seatbelt, Fan Xinglan started driving towards the airport.

While driving, Fan Xinglan played some upbeat music in the car.

Casually steering the wheel, he asked with concern, "It’s still early, just after three, and it only takes half an hour to get there. Little Sister-in-law, do you want to grab a bite first?"

He thought Yun Qiluo would immediately agree with shining eyes.

Who knew she shook her head instead, "No, I want to pick up the beautiful woman first."

Fan Xinglan: "Brother Yan won’t arrive until six."

Yun Qiluo still shook her head; what if eating delayed them?

Luo Luo: Nothing is more important than picking up the beautiful woman!

Fan Xinglan obviously also thought about her appetite...

Plus, he figured it wouldn’t take less than an hour to finish a meal.

So, he fell into silence.

Bored in the car, Yun Qiluo’s attention shifted to that bouquet of white roses.

They smelled fragrant, and she kind of liked them.

She asked, "Are these for me?"

"No, they’re for my sister. Since it’s rare for her to return to the country, it’s to calm her nerves."

After Fan Xinglan said this, seeing she liked them, he originally intended to offer to buy her some later.

But he suddenly thought, giving flowers? Roses at that? Brother Yan would kill him if he found out!

Thus, driven by a survival instinct, he swallowed back the words he hadn’t yet spoken.

He chuckled, "Little Sister-in-law, if you like them, why not have Brother Yan give you some when you get back? Has Brother Yan never given you flowers before?"

Yun Qiluo’s dark eyes lit up.

"Can I?"

"Of course you can. If you ask, he’ll definitely give them to you."

Fan Xinglan thought to himself: Who would have thought Brother Yan would be such a straight guy, never even giving Little Sister-in-law a bouquet!

He secretly felt like he had caught a little something on Yan Yan, and his mood instantly lifted, humming a tune in triumph.

Yun Qiluo soon frowned cutely, "You sing so terribly."

Fan Xinglan: "..."

She added, "It’s not that you sing badly, it’s mainly this song that’s not good."

Fan Xinglan’s wounded heart revived a little.

Oh, so it’s the song’s fault. That’s simple.

He said, "What sounds good then? Little Sister-in-law, you can play something yourself, and I’ll sing it all for you."

So Yun Qiluo connected her phone and then played a song called "Two Tigers."

Fan Xinglan: "..."

Seeing him fall silent and his expression turn peculiar, Yun Qiluo felt slightly confused, "Didn’t you say you could sing anything? This one is already quite simple."

It’s so simple that she doesn’t even sing it anymore, opting instead for songs like "Deep Love," love ballads.