It was obviously a plain tone, but it was like a thunderbolt that made Han Zihang dumbfounded.

"What?" Han Zihang stared, thinking that he had misheard.

Looking?

Liu Mei word by word, very serious: "Look for ducks." ”

"Willow eyebrows!"

Han Zihang raised his voice and puffed out with anger: "There must be a limit to joking!"

Han Zihang's throat was tight, and his heart was like a flame, and he couldn't get out.

Liu Mei finished the noodles and soup together, and went upstairs.

Han Zihang didn't follow, and lay in the living room and bedroom playing games with Fa Xiao Chuxuan.

After all, he is going to get divorced, Liu Mei still has a dead face, and Han Xiaogongzi has always been an unangry character.

In the past, he was willing to be spoiled, and anything could be used as fun, but now that he has no heart, he feels annoyed when he looks at it more, where is he willing to suffer from it?

However, he was only halfway through the game, and when he was playing hard, Liu Mei came down.

She was wearing a red dress, and her long hair, which had always been tied up, was curled into curls and draped over her chest, which was unprecedented, and she also wore a delicate makeup. Rao doesn't know how to make up, and at a glance, Han Zihang can recognize that she wears lipstick and is called a man.

Han Zihang looked a little stunned, and he was amazed.

"Willow eyebrows!"

Liu Mei turned around: "Something?"

Han Zihang looked her up and down, and was very displeased by her cold attitude, especially when she thought of what she said earlier to find the duck: "You are dressed like this, where are you going?"

"Didn't I tell you just now?" Liu Mei was cold and arrogant, and left the villa after speaking.

Han Zihang's ears buzzed.

, is she crazy? Really go find the duck and cuckold him?

……

Yunsheng International Hotel.

Liu Mei took the room card from the front desk and handed a red ticket to the front desk; "Wait for someone to ask me which room I am, don't hide it." ”

The front desk was slightly stunned, Liu Mei didn't explain, and went straight to the presidential suite on the 12th floor and swiped his card to enter.

In the sofa in the living room of the suite, a young and tall man was sitting, wearing a white shirt and casual trousers, looking at the newspaper in his hand, hearing the movement, closing the newspaper and putting it aside, and saw Liu Mei: "Little sister." ”

Liu Mei hooked the corners of her lips and looked at him fixedly: "Big brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Goodbye after many years, no hugs, no warmth and sensationalism, Song Yunting raised his head and pressed his eyebrows: "Are you willing to contact me?"

Liu Mei blinked, and said in a vague voice: "I can't help it, your sister is about to be bullied to death." ”

Song Yunting smiled: "Who bullied you?"

Mixed in the mall all the year round, the aura of a mature man is not angry and self-assured.

Liu Mei felt a wave of emotion in her heart, and she chuckled: "I haven't seen you for so many years, and the eldest brother is even more powerful and domineering." ”

Song Yunting didn't follow her, frowned, and his cold face was majestic and majestic: "Let's talk first, what's the matter?"

Two days ago, Song Yunting received the transatlantic phone call from Liu Mei, and there was almost no hesitation, and after arranging everything, Song Yunting rushed over in person as soon as possible.

Liu Mei has a strong personality, and after that incident, for six years, she has never bowed her head and is willing to take the initiative to contact her family.

Even if he got married, he didn't even want to send an invitation home.

Now that I suddenly contacted my family, I don't have to think about it to know that something must have happened to Liu Mei!

Song Yunting's narrowed eyes were dangerous, and he said in one word: "Is it Han Zihang?"

Liu Mei threw herself into his arms, buried her face in his chest, and closed her eyes: "Actually, I just miss you." ”

Song Yunting's body stiffened, as if he was not used to it.

After a moment, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and his warm and elegant voice cared: "Little sister." ”

Affectionate title, willow eyebrows and nose pantothenic: "How is the family?"

"Except for the heart attack pain that makes me angry when I think of your old man, there is nothing wrong with it. ”

"Brother. ”

With a soft brother, Song Yunting's heart softened, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "Grandpa is old, he also knows that he is wrong, little sister, go home and take a look?"

Liu Mei bit the soft flesh on the inside of her lips and said in a relaxed tone, "After a while." ”

Song Yunting looked surprised, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Will she go back?

"Liu Mei, what are you doing!" A sharp voice came, Han Zihang blushed, pushed open the door that was not closed tightly, and forcefully pulled Liu Mei out of Song Yunting's arms, with a monstrous anger.