Glancing at Song Yihuan's indifferent face, he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how I look at it, I feel that your marriage is the same as that of a family!" ”

"Tut-tut......" Song Yihuan listened to Song Nuoyan's words and glanced at the other party quite sympathetically.

She poured a cup of tea and put it to the empty seat on the side, and said to Zhen Mei'er, who was standing behind her with gauze on her face: "Don't stand, sit down." ”

"Thank you, Miss."

Zhen Meier sat down a little stiffly, her farts and thighs did not all fall, and the previous wound had not healed.

After seeing Zhen Meier sit down, Song Yihuan sympathized with Song Nuoyan: "Second brother, what you said is not right, you don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do."

The taste can only be understood by those who have experienced it, it is something that people cannot describe in words, it is something that cannot be seen and touched, very hazy and beautiful. ”

This lyrical remark did not move Song Nuoyan, he even shuddered very facelessly, and his face was very disdainful.

"Gotcha! Don't say it, I'm cold! ”

Song Yihuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, his face full of happiness.

"So the second brother will be able to understand the taste of this when you meet your sweetheart in the future, maybe it's not love at first sight, but the relationship must be unreasonable, and it can't be stopped."

"Take care of yourself first!"

Song Nuoyan still didn't believe it, she really fell in love with the son of the Li family at first sight.

He didn't want to continue the topic, and glanced at Zhen Mei'er, who was sitting diagonally opposite, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Is she completely disfigured? Why is the whole face covered? ”

Zhen Meier knew that she was not treated by Song Nuoyan, and when she saw the disgust in the other party's eyes, she quickly lowered her head to prevent the other party from seeing her face in her eyes, even if she only saw the wrapped gauze, she was unwilling.

She was originally a pampered young lady, and everything she endured during this period of time made her recognize the reality clearly, but Song Nuoyan's attitude made her more aware of her difficult situation.

Song Yihuan also knew that Song Nuoyan didn't like Zhen Meier, so she followed the other party's gaze and looked at Zhen Mei'er sitting beside her.

"The wound on her face can be removed in about ten days, and it will take a month for her face to fully recover, during which she works as a luthier in Changle Fang, but she can't show her true face in Changle Fang, and I will make other arrangements after she is intact."

"What arrangement?" Song Nuoyan stared at Zhen Mei'er with a displeased voice.

He really didn't have a crush on this woman at all.

The first time the little sister went out to do it, it was all because of the other party, and she almost suffered a loss.

Although she didn't suffer any losses in the end, the little sister finally made a move, which made him reject the initiator Zhen Meier from the bottom of his heart.

"It's a secret." Song Yihuan hooked his lips and sold a pass.

Song Nuoyan snorted dissatisfiedly, and he turned his head upstairs to greet him: "Qingshan! Let the girls upstairs come down! ”

"Okay!"

Zheng Qingshan answered from one of the private rooms on the second floor.

Soon, he appeared in the hallway on the second floor and entered another room.

When he reappeared, he was followed by three beauties, each with their own characteristics or charming, or charming, or pure.

Zheng Qingshan took the person downstairs and came to the table where Song Yihuan and Song Nuoyan were sitting.

Seeing the three beauties behind him, Song Yihuan probably knew their identities.

Although these three people did not have the vulgar powder dress of the Qinglou woman, and they did not show their bones, they were contaminated with the smell of wind and dust after all.