Chapter 77

Song family in Yuncheng

The bodyguards in black suddenly occupied the entrance of the living room. They were uniformed, burly and strong, just like the dark clouds pressing the city. The atmosphere was suddenly cold.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, Qiao Aiyun slowly walked into the living room.

"Why are you here?" Song Jingren blurts out and his eyelids jump violently.

"This is my home. Can't I come back yet?" Qiao Aiyun stretched out her hand to untie the woollen clothes she was wearing. Inside was a long black dress with a vertical collar. It was heavy and elegant. Her hair was curled up and she swept over the two people on the stage quietly.

Disdain.

Song Fengwan followed her closely. She was white with no ornament, but also dazzling.

Gorgeous as peaches and plums, moving as the city.

Half true.

The moon is pure and elegant, the Phoenix's eyes are bright, pure and white. It has the innocence of a little girl, does not know the world, and also has the romantic charm of a beautiful city.

Then they compared the man on the stage who wanted to put all his ambitions in one, and stood up.

"It's really fake. A pheasant can't turn into a phoenix even if it's full of pearls."

"People can't compare their temperament just standing there, and they don't know what Fu Yuxiu thinks."

"If you eat too many delicacies, you want to eat bran and swallow vegetables, and you'll find your own guilt."

……

The living room is so big. The whispers of the people at the bottom spread to the stage. Jiang Fengya subconsciously reached out to cover the bracelet on his wrist.

She just wanted to show you how much she was favored, how many good things she could have, and who ever thought

Staring at Song Fengwan not far away, his eyes are full of bitterness.

Even if the two men were in a higher position at the moment, song Fengwan was still neither humble nor overbearing, nor frightened nor afraid.

And Jiang Fengya knew that they must be smashing the scene when they came here. Coupled with the contempt of the people, her heart had already begun to fear and fear, and her face turned white and her body trembled.

Song Jingren has no bottom in his heart, but he still says with a smile, "what do you say? I just think these people are not good at doing things. Why are you still in a daze? Why don't you invite your wife and miss in?"

The waiters and servants hesitated.

It's a fire in the city gate. They don't know what to do now?

Please or not.

Qiao Aiyun walked straight to the stage, dressed in black and elegant, and saw song Jingren's heart beating.

Song Fengwan followed closely, clever and quiet.

"Ai Yun, you said you, I'll call you and ask you to come back. You said you would stay in Beijing to accompany me. Come here and tell me in advance so that I can pick you up." Song Jingren immediately put on a hypocritical face and went to pick her up.

Both of them are imitative couples who always respect each other.

"Look at your hand. It's a little red with cold."

Song Jingren has stepped forward to hold her hand, "what are you still doing? Pour a cup of ginger tea for your wife to warm your stomach."

Two people close, song Jingren hoarse voice, with only two people can hear the volume gritted his teeth, "Ai Yun, tonight is very important to me, as long as after tonight, you want to do what I cooperate with you."

Qiao Aiyun sneers.

"Madam, ginger tea, just brewed, still very hot." The servant quickly brought a cup of ginger tea.

"Ai Yun, have a drink." Song Jingren is afraid that Qiao Aiyun will do something. He grabs one of her hands and doesn't release it. It's a warning. He takes the teacup with the other hand and smiles gently.

"Song Jingren, the cup is very hot. You have it." Joe Aiyun's mouth was cold.

"This is Ken..."

Song Jingren did not finish, Qiao Aiyun raised an empty hand, directly waved in the past.

"Pa --".

The sound is crisp to the bone.

The crowd gasped, and without waiting for their reflection, Qiao Aiyun took out his other hand, which he held, and slapped his backhand again.

"Song Jingren, are you sober?" She was biting her teeth, exerting too much force and shaking her wrist.

Song Jingren is completely muddled, and the ginger tea in his hand splashes out.

"Qiao Aiyun, you..."

He shakes his head and makes a firm face, which makes the corners of song Jingren's mouth crack. It shows his strength.

"It's said that some women even have to set up memorial archways when they become whores. I think you might as well let them do more!"

She was mean, but determined.

The crowd below exploded in an instant.

As a matter of fact, many famous families are not as good as looking at the scenery on the surface. The filthiness in private will not be put on the surface. Many men are in trouble outside. Most wives have to smile and say that they are rumors when they are questioned.

Qiao Aiyun's slaps made many ladies praise her secretly, which was very pleasant.

"Joe Ayun, you are crazy!" Song Jingren has a good face and is slapped in public. His face is burning with pain. He just feels that his face is lost.

"Dad, how are you..." Jiang Fengya finally responds and comes to maintain it in a hurry.

Qiao Aiyun directly grabbed the cup in Song Jingren's hand, and poured a cup of ginger tea water directly.

It's hot and spicy.

The smoke made song Jingren's eyes ache.

"Qiao Aiyun!" Song Jingren should be in a state of desperation.

"In the end, I am crazy, or you are shameless, cheating in the front, betraying in the back, and now still want to lead her in the door."

"I've been reluctant to give up before. I'm thinking about the past love. At least I've been a couple for so many years. I don't want to affect her studies and give in again and again. But you don't want to trample on the tolerance of others."

"Today, in front of everyone, I'm going to clean things up. Who has the audacity to confuse right and wrong?"

"You're trying to stir things up today!" Song Jingren slapped in public, but also splashed the water, naturally not interested in improvising.

"Do you think I've come to congratulate you on your daughter? You are too shameless. " Qiao Aiyun smiles and throws the cup on the table. He pulls a tissue and wipes his fingers.

"I feel sick when you touch me now."