"Miss Song is very similar to Aunt Song." He didn't seem to care too much about Song Chinese New Year's Eve, which was an obvious change of face.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve shook his head and did not answer.

Unexpectedly, Ling Yuefeng didn't say anything, just raised the wine glass and clicked on what it was in his hand, asking her to have a good time.

Shen Cang silently floated towards Song Chinese New Year's Eve's eyes.

It was an incomprehensible emotion.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "Little Joe?"

Shen Cang coughed, "That was the name of many years ago. ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's question was just to relieve himself.

"Chinese New Year's Eve!" Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

Song didn't look back on Chinese New Year's Eve to know that it was Xu Baiqing, and he stared at himself for a long time.

"Hmm." Song Chinese New Year's Eve slowly grabbed Shen Cang and turned back, "Young Master Xu." ”

Xu Baiqing's gaze swept indifferently around Shen Cang.

When I looked at her, my eyes softened again, "Aren't you filming on Chinese New Year's Eve?" ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve lazily raised his eyebrows: "Don't want to see me, right, but I'm sorry, I appeared in front of you again."

Xu Baiqing: "No."

Standing next to Xu Baiqing was Song Qiaoyan, who was delicately makeup, she was not so domineering, but she still stared at Song Chinese New Year's Eve with that disgusted gaze, and laughed sarcastically, "People who have no self-knowledge still have to say things that humiliate themselves, why bother." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve sighed, lowered her eyes to look at her unrevealed belly, "My baby nephew who has not yet been born, don't learn from your own mother, pregnant with you is still aggressive." ”

Song Qiaoyan: "It's obviously you first!"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "I'm not pregnant."

Xu Baiqing: "Qiao Yan, it's okay."

Song Qiaoyan bit her lip and looked at him in disbelief, "It's not me first..."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at her mockingly: "Because Xu Baiqing is only qualified to shut you up, and he is not qualified to care about me, after all, I am not his woman, I am not pregnant for him, I am not married to him."

Xu Baiqing always felt that there was some sourness in these words, but he was not particularly happy, and the words were cold, telling him that Song Chinese New Year's Eve's heart had gone farther and farther.

He suddenly thought of the last time he received the photo in which Song Chinese New Year's Eve was in close contact with a strange man in the crew.

"Chinese New Year's Eve I-"

"Xu Baiqing, you better shut up." Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him suddenly, and then put aside four or five seconds of silence in the middle, and began to laugh again: "Oh, I almost forgot, I wish you a happy new marriage, and grow old... Old and dead, no, I mean happy. I only told you last time you came, and now I will add a word to you husband and wife. ”

Song Qiaoyan captured something with her pregnant and increasingly sensitive heart.

"Last time he went? Where to? ”

Xu Baiqing was very indifferent: "Visit the class."

Song Qiaoyan's face suddenly became ugly.

Before, it was okay, at most, it was just Song Chinese New Year's Eve, but, "When did you meet, I don't know." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at the tears that flashed uncontrollably under her eyes, revealing a look of pity.

Song Qiaoyan hated her, and hated her pity even more.

Xu Baiqing gently covered Song Qiaoyan's mouth, indifferently hugged his waist and hugged the person into his arms, and whispered in Song Qiaoyan's ear in an almost emotional tone: "Tears are forced back, this is Ling Yuefeng's face, don't smash it."

When Song Qiaoyan said the first sentence ruthlessly, tears fell on his shoulder, and a mark appeared.

But the latter one is really forced back.

If anything, this is it.

It turned out that Xu Baiqing came behind her back, maybe it shouldn't be said that she was on her back, this woman who climbed the bed to marry him is not worthy of sharing everything with her husband.