Kyoto city center, Kiyoen villa area.

The Song family is brightly lit at the moment, and today is the nineteenth birthday of the youngest son of the Song family.

"Dye!" Song Sheng waved vigorously at the girl in the red dress at the door.

Jiang Ran looked at him when he heard the sound and smiled.

Song Sheng left the others to catch up and took them aside: "I thought you wouldn't be here today." ”

"I'll have to crawl on your birthday." Jiang Ran blinked, and the little star sequins under the corners of his eyes also flashed.

As she spoke, she handed over the gift. She and Song Sheng have been playing since they were wearing open crotch pants, and their friendship is here, and it would be too much to say if she didn't come. Song Sheng took it with a smile, and didn't forget to praise her: "The little princess is so beautiful today!" ”

Jiang Ran is still a month old and will be eighteen years old, and he is the pearl of the Jiang family, and he has grown up in the palm of his hand since he was a child. She has been beautiful since she was a child, and the pride in her bones is always unstoppable.

Today, Jiang Ran wore a red dress, a limited new style of the D family, as soon as she came in just now, many girls saw their eyes straight, and this skirt can't be bought with money now. The bright red dress and her freshly permed wavy curls are royal and flamboyant, and everyone in the circle says that 'Renmei Lu Ziye' is synonymous with ginger dyeing.

Song Sheng leaned into her ear and whispered, "Jiang Ye will be here in a while, do you want to hide first?" ”

"Dodge?" Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows and almost exploded, as if he had heard some joke.

Song Sheng coughed lightly, a little weak-hearted.

Who in the circle doesn't know that Jiang Ran and Jiang Ye have always been at odds, and they only have three sentences when they meet, and the two will definitely pinch each other after three sentences.

Not long ago, Jiang Ran also posted a circle of friends, saying that as long as Jiang Ye was there, she would definitely not appear.

With her, there would be no Eno, and if there was Eno, there would be no her.

So Song Sheng was also very surprised, Jiang Ran would come over today.

"That dog son." When Jiang Ye was mentioned, the image of Jiang Ran's little fairy was gone, "I suspect that Jiang Ye just wants to make me angry to death so that he can inherit my ant Huabei." ”

Song Sheng: "......"

"Song Sheng."

Just as Jiang Ran continued to complain to Song Sheng, a cold voice sounded behind the two of them. This voice was particularly familiar, and Jiang Ran straightened his back almost instantly.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she hummed softly: The dog son is here.

Song Sheng was also stunned for a moment, and greeted the people behind him with a smile.

Eno is dressed very formally today, and he is more mature in a black suit.

"Happy birthday." After he handed the gift to Song Sheng, his black eyes began to look at the person next to Song Sheng unscrupulously, and he didn't forget to comment: "It's beautiful." ”

Jiang Ye is tall, nearly one meter nine, Jiang Ran only has one meter sixty-one when he puts on his shoes, and every time he is in the same frame with Jiang Ye, she has to look up at him, she feels that if she looks at Jiang Ye like this every day, she will get cervical spondylosis sooner or later.

The young man in front of him has exquisite facial features, not losing to any popular traffic niche in the entertainment industry, his black eyes are the most endearing, and the tear mole under the corner of his eye is simply the finishing touch, which is the same position as the little star sequins that Jiang Ran posted today.

I haven't seen him for a few days, Jiang Ye seems to have become handsome again, thinking of this, Jiang Ran spit on himself in his heart, it is really beautiful and misleading.

Quietly looking away, Jiang Ran stroked his curly hair, gritted his teeth and praised without distraction: "Young Master Jiang is also very handsome today." ”

Song Sheng raised his eyebrows and watched the two of them praising each other in business here, and silently counted in his heart: one.