Su Yiruo's face turned pale, but he didn't expect Song Wenbei to have the face to mention the word Su Yi, and his heart was also angry, "You don't abide by women's morals, and you are still so reasonable?!" ”

Song Wenbei snorted coldly, "You don't respect the old man, don't you still have words?" Su Yiruo, this world is not your family, and I don't let you say this alone. ”

After speaking, Song Wenbei paused, and suddenly continued, as if he remembered something, "Also, I just know that I am with my righteous husband, and it can be regarded as not abiding by women's morals?" ”

Hearing her obvious show-off, Su Yiruo's face changed, red to black, black to green, like an overturned palette, but according to her character of never admitting defeat, she couldn't be so soft, she glanced at Song Wenbei from head to toe, and her bare fingers, Su Yiruo hooked the corners of her mouth.

"Justified? Song Wenbei, you don't even have a ring, you are really embarrassed to say that Fu Xinian is your rightful husband! ”

"How come I don't know, when the marriage will be maintained by the ring?"

Song Wenbei hadn't refuted yet, Fu Xinian, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, had already chuckled, and he walked down the escalator at the corner step by step, with an innate nobility and cultivation, which made Su Yiruo's seemingly powerful interrogation look like a weak joke.

Walking to Song Wenbei's side, Fu Xinian threw the box that Song Wenbei was holding at will, and the box flew in the direction of Su Yiruo. Su Yiruo dodged, and the box fell on the sofa and spread out, and the mobile phone inlaid with diamonds and rubies inside had already emitted a dazzling and charming light on the pale sofa.

Su Yiruo's eyes were faintly shining, she teased her soft big waves, and pretended to elegantly straighten her bandeau dress, intentionally or unintentionally revealing her looming peaks and valleys, and then said slowly: "Er Shao really doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade." ”

"You said it yourself, only warm fragrant nephrite needs to be pitied, what wildflowers and weeds, it's better to leave her to fend for herself, do you say, Miss Su?"

After Fu Xinian finished speaking, he helped the frame of the glasses, and continued: "However, Miss must not sit in the right seat, I don't mean to be angry with you in the slightest, on the contrary, I have to thank Miss for reminding me, my wife, what I need now is not a mobile phone, but a diamond ring." Between the words, Fu Xinian's arm had already wrapped around Song Wenbei's waist, and the two of them, a stone's throw away, were close, and they could hear each other's breathing.

Song Wenbei glanced at the luxury mobile phone that had been abandoned like a piece of cake, and at the same time felt a little angry, thanking God for finally letting him be a local tyrant and show off his wealth. But what she enjoyed the most was not this farce, but Su Yiruo's face like a constipation patient, red, orange, yellow and green, more colorful than the neon lights on the street, mixed with the oil of the foundation on her face, like an oil painting that had been thrown away.

But when it comes to what makes Song Wenbei the most excited, it is Fu Xinian staring at her eyes. Although she always knew that Fu Xinian was a rare high-value monster, she didn't expect that the monster's eyes staring at her seriously were even more dazzling than the gems inlaid on the mobile phone, no, more dazzling than the stars in the sky. Let her little liver be like eating Popeye's spinach, plopping, fluttering, almost jumping out of her throat.

But the monster seemed to be able to understand the voice of her heart, and he got closer and closer, and she could even see the short layer of fluff on his face being gilded by the light.

"Fu, Fu Xinian. I ......" Song Wenbei held back for a long time and didn't think of a reason, and finally had to spit out three words that spit out the scenery: "I'm hungry." ”

Fu Xinian smiled coldly, this thin-skinned girl, that's all, she is already shy? A certain gentleman suddenly felt better, and did not embarrass her anymore, and walked towards the dining room with his arm around her waist. When he came, he also said to Su Yiruo, who was sitting on the side: "Second uncle is really stingy, when is he so stingy with the diamond ring for a woman." However, Miss Su is really clear, and she can't even put down such a gift. ”

Fu Xinian glanced at the owner of the ring with disdain, hum, such a good thing is also worthy of being his aunt?! Did she really think that his Fu family was a hotel? Want to get a man when you want to sleep?

Su Yiruo stroked the diamond ring she bought in her hand, looked at Fu Xinian's chic back that she could see even when she left, and secretly swore in her heart that she must return the insult she received today in the coming day!

At the dinner table, Song Wenbei accompanied Fu Xinian to sit at the bottom right of the table, next to Grandpa Fu, and opposite Fu Cheng and Jiang Susu and his wife. And Fu Yuan and Su Yiruo, who were supposed to sit in their place, were placed at the end of the table

"You're Babe, aren't you? Grandpa Fu, whose hair has turned gray, but still looks energetic, smiled kindly, and even the wrinkles on his face seem to bloom.

Song Wenbei was flattered, hurriedly got up from the stool, bent over to Grandpa Fu, and tried his best to smile brightly, "Grandpa is good." ”

Fu Yingsong was even more happy when he heard this, and his hand holding the pipe trembled slightly excitedly, okay, really good, he was finally looking forward to this day. Now, what he lacks is just a great-grandson.

"Bebe." Fu Yingsong glanced at Song Wenbei meaningfully, his eyes were full of flashing light, but he didn't continue to speak.

Song Wenbei was struggling with the chicken wings in his hand, when he heard the old man's inexplicable call, as well as the fox-like eyes. At this moment, Song Wenbei finally knew how Fu Cheng, who had always seemed to be upright and serious, could give birth to such a demon as Fu Xinian, it turned out that it was inherited from generation to generation!

It's just that this old man Fu stared at his gaze, how, it's a bit like, the hunter found the prey!

Song Wenbei couldn't figure out the old man's thoughts, but Fu Xinian, who grew up with Fu Yingsong, knew his grandfather's thoughts well. This old man, today, I'm afraid he won't let go of that little woman. It's just that this arrangement doesn't seem to be bad...... At least, he wasn't as disgusted with the previous arrangements as he was with her now.

Sure enough, in the next second, Fu Yingsong's bell-like voice came clearly through the dining table through the chicken wings in Song Wenbei's hand, "Beibei, you and Xi Nian have to work hard, I'm still waiting to tease Sun." ”

The words are not shocking, the chicken wings in Song Wenbei's hand fell on the plate with a "snap", he, what did he say, what did he do? Grandson?!

But Fu Yingsong was still not satisfied with the current situation, and said to himself, "In my life, I have never been satisfied with anyone, but Xi Nian is my favorite junior." He, too strong, refuses to take over my shift, I have no choice but to pin all my hopes on Beibei's belly. His grandmother went early, and your mother-in-law was too lazy to take care of these trivial matters, and in the future, you will be the mistress of this house. After speaking, Fu Yingsong looked at Su Yiruo's direction intentionally or unintentionally, and there was still half a bit of kindness in his eyes!

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