He Jialuo was stunned for a moment, and without thinking about it, he ordered Qiu Qianqian: "You go over there with them." ”

Qiu Qianqian sighed in her heart, I don't know what kind of medicine Ma Weiwei sells in the gourd, the daughters of the second generation have more eyes like stars in the sky, she is their opponent, not to mention that Ma Weiwei is the owner of today's party, she has no right to refuse.

He Jialuo put Qiu Qianqian's matter aside for the time being, and returned to his brother and Ma Sheng easily.

Ma Sheng looked at his watch, pressed his long finger on his temple, and said with a headache: "The birthday party at seven o'clock has officially begun, and Wei Wei has to make trouble." ”

"Qinglang really won't come today?" He Jiaming was aroused, he shook his wine glass, and teased, "I really want to see if he is as those two girls said, his love has been late for so many years." ”

"I wonder if he won't call him himself? Ma Sheng was impatient, "I've been talking about him for so long, are you guilty of unrequited love?"

"You reminded me. He Jiaming smiled indifferently, as if Ma Sheng's complaint just now had nothing to do with him.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, circled around his fingertips, and walked out of the bar to make a call to Situ Qinglang.

He Jialuo's heart was indescribably depressed, and he had a stupid feeling of picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, especially after confirming that his sweetheart was so hot, he became even more jealous.

Situ Qinglang still didn't answer the phone, He Jiaming called one after another, until he finally got impatient.

"What are you doing?" he answered the phone while driving, frowning, "You're full, what are you doing calling me?"

"You didn't come to Weiwei's birthday, because she cried every day when she was a child and yelled to marry you. ”

He Jiaming didn't open which pot to mention, and Situ Qinglang's already irritable heart was even worse.

Ma Weiwei liked him very much when she was a child, and chased after him every day and called him "Brother Qinglang", but that was more than ten years ago. When Ma Weiwei grew up, she knew that Qinglang was not her dish, and the brother-sister relationship made He Jiaming say it, why did it change its taste?

"I've got something. Situ Qinglang wrote lightly.

"How busy are you, the prime minister is not as busy as you!" He Jiaming sighed twice and said loosely, "Okay, buddy has something I have to share with you." ”

"What's the matter, say. ”

"I saw a girl today, and it suits my appetite. He Jiaming smacked his lips.

Situ Qinglang narrowed his eyes with a look of disgust: "You started again." ”

"This time I'm going to play really, I'm going to chase her. He Jiaming swept away his previous tone and whispered, "The little girl is reliable, she is a friend of Weiwei, named Sweetheart." ”

When Situ Qinglang was talking about who, he suddenly heard the name of his sweetheart, and his steering wheel was crooked, almost hitting the green belt on the side of the road.

He stopped the car, stunned there, frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

Listening to the sound of sudden braking on the phone, He Jiaming already understood the ** point, he raised his eyebrows, and ended the conversation early: "That girl is here, hang up." ”

"Wait—"

Before he finished speaking, He Jiaming had already hung up the phone.

Situ Qinglang sat in the car for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses, repeating that sentence in his head - I plan to play real, I want to chase her.

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