Chapter 15 Do you really think that your sour taste is pure aged vinegar
Yu Yousi watched them leave, and there was a hint of contemplation in her eyes.
Could it be that there is another relationship between Fu Shiyan and Mo Yuan and Lin Shiyu?
But it was not mentioned in the book, or that everything was meditated by Lin Shiyu herself, but according to her posture just now, it didn't seem to be fake.
She thought about it, but she felt a headache when she thought about it, shook her head, and walked towards the dressing room.
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Evening.
Small tea tavern, 6363 private room.
Fu Shiyan was in a wheelchair and was pushed in by Yunxiao.
In the dark room, there was a 'bang' sound, the lights in the room were turned on, and colorful ribbons and colored paper fell.
Immediately after, four or five men and women sang the birthday song in unison, "Happybirthdaytoyou, Happybirthday......"
Fu Shiyan didn't like to be lively, looking at the good friend in front of him, although his face was full of disgust, the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't hide the joy in his heart.
After a moment, he reverted to his previous indifferent look, "You're all enough, is it an eight-year-old child?" β
I retorted. One of the girls spoke, her voice soft, "My family Jiang Yan is eight years old, I, my brother Song Liangchu, Gu Hansheng, and Ming Ze are all twenty-four plus, thank you." β
When the words fell, Jiang Yan, who was wearing clown clothes, directly hugged her neck from behind and took her into his arms.
His aura shrouded in, like a gentle net, and whispered in her ear, "Song Weiyu, did you say that about your husband, um." β
Song Weiyu showed an unbearable expression, rolled her eyes, broke his arm and gave him an over-the-shoulder fall, correcting in a very cold tone, "We are just engaged, not married, we can only be called fiancΓ©s." β
Everyone raised their eyebrows as usual, and instead sat back in their places, Yunxiao pushed Fu Shiyan around the Jiang Yan on the ground, and gave him a look of pity.
Jiang Yan stood up with his waist and looked at Song Weiyu with a sad face, but the words he said were cheap, "You broke your fiancΓ© and affected your future life." β
As he spoke, his handsome face approached Song Weiyu and gently rubbed her neck, looking like I wanted to kiss, but was unceremoniously pushed to the other side by the woman's slap.
Song Weiyu smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
However, under her gentle eyebrows, the outer tips of the eyes were neither upturned nor drooping, as if they were deliberately straightened.
She seemed to be coquettish, coquettish, "Good, don't make trouble." β
The man's face was very useful, with a proud expression that you can't envy, and then when he faced Song Weiyu, his tone was full of coquettishness, "Mmmm, kiss one." β
"......" is really tired of being a person.
Everyone was speechless and looked away.
Song Liangchu really couldn't stand it, it could be said that he couldn't get used to Jiang Yan's twisted and pretentious appearance, so he picked up the cake on the table without saying a word and threw it towards Jiang Yan.
His expression was unusually indifferent, and his voice was full of disdain and sarcasm, "Today is Shi Yan's birthday, not the day of flirting between the two of you." β
Jiang Yan, who was smashed on the other side, was not angry.
He put his long arms around Song Weiyu's slender waist, his expression was very pleasant, there was a sense of pleasure, "You just eat my jealousy and snatch Weiyu." β
"You really think that your sour taste is pure aged vinegar. Song Liangchu obviously didn't eat him, and said coldly, very politely.
"Alright, stop arguing. β
The corners of Song Weiyu's mouth twitched, and she waved her hand to signal that the two lived in peace, she was afraid that she would stop it silently, these two people could quarrel until dawn, and she didn't expect others to be kind enough to stop it.
After she said that, she smiled and looked at the birthday star Fu Shiyan, her voice was crisp and the voice was very sweet and beautiful, more beautiful than Huang Ying's singing, "Brother Shi Yan, do you know that Yu Yousi participated in the talent show "National Idol"?"
Fu Shiyan snorted and replied in a low voice, "She told me in the morning." β