Three days later –

Murong Jing and his brothers, as well as everyone in the Murong family, are here, and similarly, there is Song Wanwan's sister Song Qing'an, today she put on makeup very white, and with her acting skills as a movie queen, it is very similar to her sister dying and her sister crying bitterly, which can also increase favorability, thinking of this, Song Qing'an's eyes have a little more calculation.

This time, all the calculations fell into the eyes of Murong Jing and his brother, and Song Qing'an, who had seen her sister, immediately ran to Murong Jing's side, and said with a red face: "Brother Jing, when will our affairs be announced?" ”

The night lord next to him felt that Song Qing'an's acting skills were worthy of being the queen of the movie, she was still calculating one second, and she was well-behaved the next second, as if the calculation in her eyes just now was an illusion in the eyes of people.

But Murong Jing cooperated with Song Qing'an's acting and said: "Don't worry, it will be announced soon, at that time, I will definitely make you the most dazzling woman in the world." "Really?" Song Qingan said happily. "When did I lie to you." Murong Jing said with doting eyes.

Murong Jing's brothers have to admire Murong Jing's acting skills, which can be directly compared with the actor.

There is a pair of men and women outside Song Wanwan's funeral, if you look closely, you will find that they look very similar to Song Wanwan.

After Song Wanwan's funeral, Murong Jing took Song Qing'an and left in the car, and in the car, Song Qing'an said: "Brother Jing, I'm pregnant, and it's your child." Murong Jing was not as surprised as he imagined, but he had an infinite sense of disgust in his heart, and in order to express it, he just said lightly: "Really? "Mmmm, it's true that you're going to be a dad."

After Murong Jing sent Song Wanwan home to Song's house, he went back to his home, and the things in it were still spotless, whether it was the placement of things or the decoration of the house, Song Wanwan liked it, "Sir, you are back." "Mother Wang was overjoyed, because Murong Jing rarely went home, and it can't be said that it was very rare, maybe four times a year at most." "I thought you might not have eaten, so I made a little dish, and I don't know if it suits your appetite. ”

Turning around, Murong Jing walked to the dining table, sat on the chair, looked at the other side, and for a moment, he really felt that Song Wanwan was still on the other side, smiling stupidly, but everything was gone, and Song Wanwan would not smile at him.

After tasting a bite of the dish, he felt that the taste was not as good as before, so he asked Wang's mother, "Wang's mother, why is the food at home different?" Wang Ma sighed and said: "Alas, it was all specially made by Mrs. before, but now that Mrs. is gone, the dishes can't make that kind of taste." Murong Jing's expression was first surprised and then darkened. Without saying a word, I walked quickly back to the room.