"There is surveillance." Song Ci said with a smile: "Maybe there is a Song family watching us with surveillance." ”

Ye Junmo: "......"

This big night, who is so bored and doesn't sleep to stare at the monitor.

"You have to do a full set of plays." Song Ci said.

Ye Junmo glanced at Song Ci, pursed his lips, frowned, closed his eyes, and ...... The appearance of Ren Song's slaughter.

“……”

Song Ci looked at Ye Junmo like this, stunned for a moment, a man ...... like this It's kind of cute.

It seems that his speculation is wrong, Ye Junmo is not gay.

Try again.

Song Ci slowly approached, getting closer and closer.

Ye Junmo's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand faintly burst out. She closed her eyes tightly, she could feel Song Ci slowly approaching, she could hear his breathing, and she could feel his slightly hot breath gently spraying on her face.

She was nervous, and her nervous heart was pounding. The body is also tense.

Song Ci looked at Ye Junmo's nervous eyelids trembling, and pulled the corners of his mouth...... It's just a kiss, wouldn't it be too exaggerated for him to look like this?

It's not like I haven't kissed.

Wasn't he very calm last night?

How is this today?

Tut...... It seems that it is really not gay.

Ye Jun Mo didn't wait for Song Ci's kiss for a long time, heard the sound of opening the door, and opened his eyes. saw that Song Ci had already gotten out of the car.

"Good night." Song Ci said with a smile, waved his hand at Ye Junmo, and left.

Ye Junmo: "......"

Sick!

But he was greatly relieved.

Drive away.

——

A beautiful man drove a sports car with roses to pick up Song from work, and the picture of the two intimately hugging and kissing on the face blew up the internal employee group of Song Group.

Employees gossip excitedly all night.

The power of people is powerful, and it only takes a few minutes for Ye Junmo's identity to be revealed.

Young CEO of Yip Group.

Then, the rotten girls of the company were boiling.

The young domineering president, the arrogant second ancestor, the handsome man and the handsome guy, what kind of fairy love is this...... Loved, loved.

This matter spread within a certain range in the Song family, one by ten, ten by hundred, and in just one night.

——

Early in the morning, the Song family was eating breakfast.

The old man Song Weiao, Song Ci's parents and Song Ci.

The population of the Song family is relatively simple.

The old man Song Weiao, Song Weiao's wife has been dead for many years, has a son and a daughter, son Song Gong, married his wife Bai Meizhi, and gave birth to Song Ci such a lone seedling.

daughter Song Liren is married.

"Ah Ci, how did you think about the marriage with Yanyan?" Song Weiao asked.

The Song family and the Wang family are world friends, and Wang Hanyan likes Song Ci, the two families are right, and the two of them grew up together since childhood, Song Weiao thinks it is very suitable.

"Not good." Song Ci said lightly, looking at Song Weiao helplessly: "Grandpa, how many times do you want me to say, I only regard Wang Hanyan as my sister, and you let me marry Wang Hanyan...... I'll feel like I'm messing around. Lun. I can't get my hands on it. ”

"Nonsense!" Song Weiao glared at Song Ci: "You are not related by blood, what a mess. Lun. You ......"

"Dad......" A female voice suddenly interrupted Song Weiao.

Song Liren walked into the restaurant with a smile.

"What are you doing so early?" Song Weiao asked Song Liren.

"Dad......" Song Liren walked up to Song Weiao and said with a smile: "Don't force Ah Ci, Ah Ci doesn't like women." ”