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After Song Shihuan came out of the lounge, he originally planned to leave directly, after all, the purpose had been achieved.

Just passing by the corridor connecting the lounge area and the banquet hall, I couldn't help but glance in the direction of the banquet hall.

Gorgeous and luxurious, endlessly dazzling, the glamorous grace between the cups and the light seemed to her to be born with some kind of fatal attraction.

And, it's all coming......

Then, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he sneered casually, and turned around and walked in the direction of the banquet hall.

After a while, the figure stepped out of the slightly gloomy corridor.

raised his eyes lightly, and looked at everyone who was gathering together in twos and threes to push cups and change lamps.

It's just that when the eyes moved to the terrace on the second floor, the first thing that caught my eye was Song Anning in a moon-white limited haute couture evening dress.

Warm white light poured from the ceiling, reflecting her fair skin, highlighting her flawlessness.

She descended from the spiral staircase, her posture graceful and demure, perfect as a fairy who had strayed into the world.

Naturally, from the moment she appeared, the eyes of everyone in the audience invariably shifted to her.

Song Shihuan was not surprised.

Holding his shoulders, he leaned lazily against the wall, silently watching her every move.

In the crowd, Song Anning politely greeted the guests, and at the same time looked around quietly, as if he was looking for someone else.

Song Shihuan saw it in his eyes, his eyebrows picked involuntarily, and he secretly slandered himself: It's not looking for Mu Ye, right?

Political marriage, if the two heads of the family did not reach a consensus, Mu Ye naturally did not need to appear in Cloud City at this time.

After all, it is no longer the era of 'the words of the matchmaker of the parents', and the two are happy, and the natural appearance of the good couple is still done.

It's just that......

It's a pity.

is a good pair of talented and beautiful people, in the end, there is still no fate!

Thinking about it, the kind of schadenfreude that spontaneously arose from the bottom of my heart became more and more difficult to suppress, and when I looked up at Song Anning, the bright star eyes were gradually becoming more comfortable!

The next moment, the two met their eyes and collided unexpectedly.

For a moment, Song Shihuan was frank and fearless provocation, and Song Anning, who was not far away, was obviously a little hesitant, but soon returned to normal.

Like a spring breeze, he smiled slowly, walked past everyone without hurrying, and walked towards her.

Song Shihuan didn't care.

Or even indifferent.

sneered contemptuously and disdainfully, and when she raised her eyes to look at Song Anning, she had already arrived in front of her.

The voice was as gentle as the spring water in March: "Xiao Huan, why don't you say a word when you come back, my brother and I will go to the airport to pick you up!" ”

I don't know if it's because I've been unhappy with her since I was a child, and even when I listen to her, I always feel like she has something extraneous.

It's probably something like: I didn't invite you, how did you get in!

Therefore, Song Shihuan always felt a little inexplicable!

Obviously, it is something that can be solved in one sentence, but she has to break it, crumple it, wrap it in syrup, sprinkle it with colorful powdered sugar, package it into a sweet and attractive appearance, and then feed it to you with affection.

But it's actually a glass slag that stuffs your mouth!

Song Shihuan is not like this.

She has always fed people glass slag directly: "What? What is here, I can't come to Longtan Tiger's Den? “