She blushed slightly, and stretched out her hand to ask Song Yaoyao to go over, "Yaoyao, I'm a little nervous, what should I do..."
"Apart from nervousness? Is there anything else?" Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and handed the gift box to Tang Xinrou, "Relax, after you get out, you only need to look at An Feiran, he will protect you."
Tang Xinrou's eyes flickered, and he took the gift box and said angrily, "What, it's not bad for me to protect him."
Back then, An Feiran was still a frail high school boy, but in the blink of an eye, obviously not long after, he seemed to have become a mature man who could take charge of himself.
The shift was so fast it was almost impossible to react.
"Tang Xinrou, happy engagement."
Song Weiwei took a deep breath, handed over the gift box, and sincerely wished.
"Thanks."
Tang Xinrou looked at her familiar face, paused, "You—"
She admitted that she was indeed venting her anger, that Song Weiwei herself had done nothing wrong, and even helped Song Yaoyao to embarrass Song Jingwan. But seeing this face, Tang Xinrou felt strange in his heart.
"You want to ask about my sister?"
She called it smoothly.
Tang Xinrou looked away uncomfortably, "I don't really want to know."
After all, Song Weiwei had been scolded miserably during this period of time. Everyone said that she deliberately appeared at this time, stepping on Song Jingwan's position. Moreover, he also signed a contract with Song Yaoyao's studio, which was deliberately against Song Jingwan.
Let me ask, how could Song Jingwan's fans be happy.
But no matter how unhappy those fans are, Song Weiwei still has a lot of resources.
Even the endorsement that Song Jingwan missed was given to Song Weiwei in the end.
That being said, I still want to know.
Song Weiwei looked at Song Yaoyao and knew that everything could not escape her control. Seeing that Song Yaoyao had no objection, she smiled and said, "She is still in Country H, so she probably won't be able to come back for the time being."
"Oh why?"
Tang Xinrou was really curious now, she blinked her eyes, "Could it be that she really had too much plastic surgery and returned to the factory?"
"Remember that time at the pharmacy, you asked for beauty cream, but I didn't give it to you?"
"so-??!"
Tang Xinrou remembered instantly, her eyes widened, she stared at Song Yaoyao, hesitant to speak.
In my heart, I simply cast my admiration for her.
"That time you were—"
"Tang Tang, it's time to go out."
At this moment, An Feiran pushed the door open and entered.
Tang Xinrou could only swallow those words back, but looking at Song Yaoyao with extremely bright eyes, she was pulled by An Feiran, and kept turning her head, "You wait for me! I will find you when I get engaged!"
No wonder Song Yaoyao was so determined, it turned out that she had already made preparations.
But, how did she get Song Jingwan to use the beauty cream she made
"What's going on with her?"
Song Yaoyao stroked the skirt, and walked out the door holding the hem of the skirt.
Song Weiwei followed behind her, and chuckled lightly, "She's going crazy, she's going to blow up my phone these days."
"Oh?" Song Yaoyao raised her eyebrows.
"She can't get in touch with the descendant of the family of Chinese medicine in country m." Song Weiwei pursed her lips, with sarcasm in her eyes, no matter how miserable Song Jingwan was, she couldn't feel even the slightest bit of sympathy for Song Jingwan.
"That's a shame—"
The girl's eyes flashed, and her delicate little face was tender and charming, like a crabapple in full bloom, pure and lustful.
She licked her lips, "If she looks for you again, give her the contact information of that mysterious person."