She announced domineeringly and coquettishly, without the slightest feeling that her words had already caught people's imagination.
"Cough..."
Tang Xinrou's nose was itchy, she raised her hand to rub it, and sighed, "Then Mr. Huo...should be very happy?"
"Huh? What did you say?" The banquet was noisy, Song Yaoyao didn't hear clearly, her crow-black eyelashes lifted, and she looked at Tang Xinrou, "I didn't hear clearly."
"Hey, that..." Tang Xinrou smiled obscenely, and with this smile, the dignified and elegant image she had managed to erect instantly collapsed, "I mean, you are right! Mark! Must be marked!"
"right."
Song Yaoyao raised her lips, satisfied, "You also think it's necessary."
"certainly!"
Tang Xinrou nodded heavily, "My Yaoyao's words are always true!"
In the corner, Shen Xun was playing with the goblet, his eyelashes drooping, wondering what he was thinking.
Han Jun sighed, "Brother Xun, don't worry about it, just give up."
You can't compete with Mr. Huo.
Moreover, it is obvious that my heart is all on him!
Hearing this, Shen Xun paused his hands slightly, he raised his thin eyelids, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Who am I thinking about? You—"
"Fuck..."
Han Jun felt cold, "Brother Xun, this joke is endless, right?"
Shen Xun curled his lips, "If you can open it, why can't I?"
Han Junxin said it could be the same? But he looked at Shen Xun's indifferent, clean look, and he could only hope that he was thinking too much.
As the saying goes, since ancient times, the life of a loving male supporting role is the hardest.
He doesn't want his brother Xun, who is unrestrained and unrestrained, to get nothing because of falling in love.
"What are you talking about? Tang Xinrou, don't teach Yaoyao badly."
At this time, a voice came from behind Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoyao.
The two turned their heads to look together, dumbfounded.
"I go-"
"pretty!"
Xu Yue blushed rarely, she tugged at the skirt on her body, and cast Tang Xinrou a supercilious look.
"My mother insisted that I wear it," she explained to Song Yaoyao.
Two people, two attitudes, can make Tang Xin Rou very angry.
She opened her mouth and came, "Looking at your current appearance, who would have thought that when you were a little sister, you had short skirts, high heels and smoky makeup?"
The person who was low and dying at the beginning, looking at it now, can't see the original appearance at all.
Tang Xinrou's complaints were not painful to Xu Yue.
She stepped on high heels and walked gracefully towards Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou. She was wearing a white silk shirt with a black slim skirt with high slits. While walking, a long straight snow-white leg was exposed, which was particularly eye-catching.
Elegant and sexy coexist, intellectual and cool.
And Xu Yue's appearance is that typical high-end face. Danfeng eyes with raised eye tails, palm-sized face with three-dimensional facial features. This made her appear very indifferent and difficult to approach when she was not smiling.
"good-looking."
When she approached, Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and praised her sincerely.
The girl's voice is soft and waxy, and when she compliments someone, she will look into the other person's eyes, very sincerely.
Xu Yue's earlobe was slightly red, she looked away uncomfortably, and pushed her broken hair behind her ears, "Thank you."
The sound is extremely soft, as thin as a mosquito.
Tang Xinrou suddenly brought her face closer with a smirk, "Hey, Xu Yue, aren't you shy? Huh?"
Xu Yue gave her a white look, "You are annoying, you know?"
"Cut, of course it's annoying to be compared to Yaoyao!" Tang Xinrou didn't care, "So I really wonder if there is something wrong with you, or you suddenly fell in love with Yaoyao."