In the middle of winter, she only wore a black woolen coat, a pair of very simple pencil pants and small heels.
Song Yi's aesthetic appreciation of poetry was very good. Because he had lived in Italy for many years and was a painter, he was particularly good at dressing up.
Huo Mian, on the other hand, would rather be cold than dress up, so she bought several small cotton-padded jackets.
Today I am wearing a white cotton-padded jacket with a pattern of a cartoon beauty on it. It is a very cute little cotton-padded jacket.
It forms a clear contrast with the black color of Song Yi's poems...
"Sorry, there's a traffic jam. I'm not late, am I?" Huo Mian walked out slowly, not driving very fast, just to make Song Yishi wait a little longer.
Unexpectedly, this woman had surprisingly good endurance. She just smiled gracefully and said, "It's okay, I understand."
"What do you want to drink? I'll order it for you."
"Hot latte." Huo Mian nodded without being pretentious.
"Waiter, a cup of hot latte, thank you." Song Yishi waved her hand and greeted the waiter with a smile.
Because she is good-looking, she is a beauty who turns heads everywhere.
There were people at the table next to me frequently looking over and whispering.
"I wonder why Miss Song is looking for me?" Huo Mian took off her coat and put it on the chair behind her.
Then he glanced at Song Yoshi opposite him. She was always smiling, but her language was very sharp.
"Huo Mian, don't be so polite. Just call me Shishi. I always think it's weird for you to call me Miss Song..."
"I feel like I haven't gotten to know you that well yet, and I'm more used to calling you Miss Song."
Huo Mian didn't think it was hypocritical to be friends with this woman who was his love rival.
"It's okay, you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with." Song Yoshi also had a good temper.
She was not like Jiang Linyue who directly hated Huo Mian, nor was she like Liu Siying who was blatantly in love with Qin Chu.
She has always been able to stay within one degree, and she has mastered it very well, neither too much nor too dull.
He is polite and courteous to everyone, and his words are not too irritating.
Many people say that Song Yishi was well-educated because he was born in a high-ranking family.
Actually, that's not the case. Huo Mian feels that women like her are the most terrifying, because one moment they make friends with you, the next moment they can make you die without a burial place, leaving you defenseless.
So even if Song Yoshi didn't have any plans for Qin Chu, she didn't intend to have a deep friendship with a woman like Song Yoshi.
From the way she looks at people, this woman is definitely not a good person.
Different from Jiang Xiaowei, Jiang Xiaowei is smart, domineering and arrogant, but Jiang Xiaowei is magnanimous and always speaks her mind directly.
If I like you, I will like you. If I don’t like you, I won’t even bother to look at you.
But Song Yoshi is different. No matter what she likes or dislikes, she won't let you see it. This is the scariest thing.
Because you may not know when she is going to strike, Huo Mian is always on guard, but it is also very tiring.
"Didn't you come to me today to talk about Qin Chu? Tell me, I'm actually particularly interested in anything about my husband."
Huo Mian picked up the coffee spoon and stirred it, then spoke slowly.
"Huo Mian, to be honest with you, the woman in the photo exposed by the media today... is me." Song Yishi looked into Huo Mian's eyes and said slowly. Previous chapter←Chapter list→Next chapter Add bookmark→TXT download New book recommendation: Super Floating City The Ancient God King