turned his head to the side, and found that Xiaoyu had her hands in her trouser pockets, handsome, don't want it, those eyes with a hint of playful sneer, and slowly walked over here.

Meng Yue's heart tightened: Xinla is already gone, he won't take revenge on me and Xiaoyu, right?

Immediately put down the white porcelain plate in his hand and stood up suddenly: "How are you...... We're all here, and if you're rude to us, there's so many people watching. ”

Xiaoyu is obviously much calmer than her, still sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine one by one, her delicate red lips touching the rim of the glittering cup, and her temperament is elegant and dusty.

Xing Yu didn't seem to see Meng Yue, walked directly past Meng Yue, and sat down beside Xiaoyu, "By the way, you seem to be my female companion today......, right?

Before Xiao Yu could react, Xiao Yu's wrist was grabbed tightly by him, and he directly dragged Xiao Yu up and dragged him into the crowd.

Now Xiaoyu couldn't calm down, "What do you want to do?"

She struggled a little, and some of the red wine in her hand spilled out, splashing on Xing Yu's gorgeous dress.

Xing Yu didn't seem to take it to heart, he smiled equally gorgeously, and said in a low voice, "By the way, your uncle seems to be here too, why don't I take you over and let me introduce the relationship between us to your uncle?"

My uncle came from the company between me, so it was much earlier than my cousin, and my uncle actually saw Xiaoyu a long time ago, because he was entangled by some old friends, so he didn't come to say hello to her.

My cousin is not in good health, and she often goes to accompany her cousin, so this aunt and uncle almost treat her as if she were her own daughter......

If Xing Yu really talked nonsense in front of his uncle at this time, his uncle might really believe it.

"Xing Yu, do you dare?" The video on the Internet had already troubled her enough, and if she let her family know about it again, she would never recover.

It's no wonder that Sinla was like a nightmare after being entangled by this torture feather, and now it was her own nightmare that began.

"It's just to use your identity to build a good relationship, why don't I dare?"

"What the hell do you want? Xiaoyu said indignantly, now that Xinla is gone, she believes that she has no use value, so he suddenly found herself, it must have another purpose.

"Refreshing. ”

Xing Yu let go of his hand, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled a little carelessly, "It's very simple, do you remember Zhang Yao? As long as you cooperate with me and act in front of Zhang Yao, we will return to the bridge and return to the road in the future......"

"That's what you said. Xiaoyu didn't want Xinla to bother about this matter in the future.

"I've always counted when I speak, but my ugly words are ahead, if you can't do it, I will let all the media in Ling City heat up the relationship between us, and no matter where you go in the future, you will be labeled as my girlfriend, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you, there is a camera in this banquet hall, and you admitted that it was my girlfriend just now......"

"Xing Yu, don't you think you're too despicable?"

"Maybe this matter is a little unfair to you, but don't blame me, if you really want to blame, blame yourself for being blind, having a friend like Sinla......"

Xiao Yu suddenly looked at Xing Yu deeply, "What's wrong with me having a friend like Xinla?

"In my eyes, he is the heinous ......"

"Xing Yu, have you ever wondered why Guo Mo decided that Xin La was the woman he loved the most when he saw him? Do you really think that Guo Mo is the kind of vulgar man who can be coaxed into the past by a few rhetoric?"

Of course, Guo Mo is not a vulgar man, but some people's acting skills are too superb. ”

"You're wrong, it's he who can appreciate Sinla's goodness, and you're trampling on Sinla's goodness. You hate Sinla, because you think Sheenla has been cheating on you as a rich girl, but you don't want to think about why she did it?"

"Why? Isn't it because she wants to hang me, the golden beetle son-in-law......" A hint of ridicule crossed her lips, but this handsome face was still handsome.

When Xiao Yu saw it, he felt that he had an illusion of uncertainty, hey, no wonder Xinla was obsessed with him, is such a man living in this world a woman's death hole at all?

"Golden Turtle Son-in-law? Why does she think that you are the Golden Turtle Son-in-law? Just based on the chat records you have with her? Think about it rationally, Xinla and you met at a food stall, would she believe that a person worth hundreds of millions of dollars would go in and out of that kind of place? Aren't you also suspicious of her because of these external conditions? When you doubt her, she is also suspicious of you......

"That's her own clumsiness, who can she blame?"

"She's clumsy, thinking that you're just a man who coaxes girls with rhetoric, so how can you still be a golden beetle in her eyes? From the beginning, she didn't believe your identity, and the reason why she disguised herself as a rich girl was very simple, she thought you were lying to her, so she hit the snake with the stick and joked with you all the time......

A cold light flickered in Xing Yu's eyes, and a layer of vague emotion filled her eyes, "Even so, she still lied to me......"

"In a sense, she really lied to you, but, from another corner, this deception only stems from a misunderstanding, so you can't question Xinla's personality in essence, and then your insult to Xinla is your fault, should you reflect on yourself, is your personality too extreme......"

"You're her friend, so naturally you're helping her speak. ”

"I've always been on the side of justice, believe it or not......"

After saying that, Xiaoyu turned around and left.

Xing Yu stood in place, his eyes a little dazed......

Am I wrong? Am I really wrong?

"Cousin......" Before Xiaoyu sat down, she heard her cousin's voice.

Meng Yue seemed to be suddenly burned by the fire, and quickly raised her head. I saw Zhang Yishu wearing a puffy dress of organza, her hair draped over her shoulders, and a butterfly hairpin studded with broken diamonds on her head, which looked pure like a flower that had just bloomed in the morning mist.

Next to her was Mo Yu, who was not much different from usual, a black shirt with some small hollow patterns on the shirt, which were outlined with crimson silk threads, highlighting a cold and noble momentum. Below are well-cut straight-leg trousers, wrapping his long legs, and when he stops there at will, there is a domineering momentum of a king.