He was reborn by my scumbag villain

Chapter 183 The Imaginary Wedding

Qin Xieyi's study room was quite gloomy, and looked like it had been renovated.

Yuan Ruan opened the door, poked his head to look at Qin Xieyi who was sitting at the desk using the computer: "Mr. Qin, can I ask you a few questions?"

Mr. Qin didn't speak, but waved his hand, and pointed to the small tea table and small sofa to signal Yuan Ruan to sit down.

Probably doing some work.

Yuan Ruan came in lightly, thought for a while and closed the door.

Qin Xieyi is conducting a video conference. Last time at Su Zhenguo's press conference, he bluntly said that he wanted to protect Yuan's family, and asked the PR department to make a corresponding PR copy, and then disappeared in country S without saying a word for half a month. , Almost everything that the company can blow up is blown up.

Headed by the second uncle and the third uncle.

Even though the Yuan family had the backing of Binhe in country S and the group made a fortune in wind reviews, the opinions of the second and third uncles were still very strong.

However, that doesn't matter anymore.

Qin Xieyi lowered his eyes and covered the white papers outside the camera: "I will give an explanation."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the video conference directly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the little girl who was moving around like an ant with her bare feet.

The little girl entered the door for half an hour, and she was still sitting on the sofa without looking at it. Within 10 minutes, a tea set was moved in, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing in the study.

The little girl probably didn't think it was enough, she found a few orange and blue pillows from somewhere and threw a long-haired cashmere blanket on the empty bay window, and nestled on the empty bay window with her computer in her arms. comfortable.

Qin Xieyi glanced at his solid wooden chair, and then glanced at Yuan Ruan who was staggering on the bay window.

He glanced at the cold coffee on the table, then at the steaming and clear tea on the coffee table.

He cleared his throat: "Yuan Ruan."

"Is Mr. Qin finished?" Yuan Ruan scratched his face, and Qin Xieyi realized that the little girl's earlobes were quite red.

She returned to the sofa and sat upright, touched the notebook and pen: "Mr. Qin, I'll delay you for a few minutes to ask you a question. What kind of wedding do you imagine?"

Yuan Ruan had a good idea. Qin Xieyi was quite enthusiastic about weddings before. He asked people to design the style of the invitations, and then dragged himself to choose the type of wedding candy, the wedding building and the emcee of ceremonies. He probably knew it well.

She was confident and earnest, her eyes full of anticipation.

The expected Qin Xieyi: ...

Imagine a wedding.Sorry, Qin Xieyi didn't think about it.Even if you think about it, you probably just need to find a good wedding company to arrange it all by yourself.

He was stunned for a while without speaking, and looked at Yuan Ruan quite blankly.

Yuan Ruan was also quite dazed by him.

Mr. Qin, this is... sorry to say it?

Never mind, she still has a plan B.

Yuan Ruan crossed out the first item, and began to ask: "Mr. Qin, do you prefer a Chinese-style wedding or a Western-style wedding?"

"...Chinese style."

Yuan Ruan ticked the Chinese style, and then asked: "Where do you want the wedding to be held? In our city or abroad? Do you like hotels or do you like an open style or a church—oh, there should be no church in the Chinese style."

"……church."

Yuan Ruan:? ? ?
Her face contorted for a moment, and she thought about the men and women wearing Chinese wedding dresses standing in a western church, and ticked the option of church full of doubts.

"Does Mr. Qin have any ideas about the process of exchanging rings? Should the bridesmaids and best men give the rings, or pick up the frozen rings with bare hands, or should the couple bring each other's rings by themselves?"

Yuan Ruan Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua crossed out the next few very magical options, and looked at the three options he proposed with a little reassurance.

(End of this chapter)