As soon as Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked up, he saw that delicate face.

Song Qiaoyan looked at her with a gloomy gaze unabashedly, and the haze in her eyes was almost condensed into substance.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve's footsteps were just a pause, and then she leisurely raised her steps, she chuckled and took the initiative to say hello.

"Sister Qiao Yan."

The tone was like a winner's show-off in front of a loser.

Even if in fact, others sound just a hello that they haven't seen for a long time, but Song Chinese New Year's Eve is contemptuous, and Song Qiaoyan also knows that it is contempt.

"Who is my sister called, my father only has one daughter for me, Song Chinese New Year's Eve, you still have to make a face!"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was not angry, she didn't even change her expression, she still smiled lightly, and even her eyebrows were so proud.

"Song Qiaoyan, I have begged for peace, but you yourself are not happy, why bother. You see, how miserable you are, every time you try so hard to smear me in front of Xu Baiqing, he still falls in love with me. You have been a childhood sweetheart for so many years, and he is still in love with me, so what's the point of you accompanying him for so many years? ”

Song Qiao's angry teeth were about to be crushed, and he almost smashed the wine glass in his hand out of control!

"It's obviously the pachinko you coveted first!"

"Covetous?" Song Chinese New Year's Eve sneered, "Do you know what coveting is?" You have had a crush on your best friend's fiancé for so many years, and you deserve to say that I covet it? You still tell me to have a face, you are shameless as the eldest lady of the Song family, right? ”

"You!"

"Am I wrong?"

"Jiaojiao and Pachinko have no relationship at all, they were about to break off their marriage!"

"Then you can circle Xu Baiqing, who broke off the marriage contract with your best friend's front foot, as your own man?"

Song Qiaoyan's hand shook, Song Chinese New Year's Eve took a step back, and the red wine was scattered on the ground.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at the water-red color and smiled slowly, and even smiled and bent over.

Song Qiaoyan had a thorn in his eyes, and simply dropped the cup in his hand directly.

With a "snap", the wine glass smashed to the ground, and a glass shard streaked across Song Chinese New Year's Eve's ankle, revealing a trace of bright red.

Coincidentally, her eyes were also upside down.

Song Qiaoyan, Song Qiaoyan...

Are you angry?

Yes, the person you have loved for so many years is me.

It doesn't hurt, I hurt too...

But I haven't smashed the ashes of your loved one in front of you, this is my revenge! You're going to hold on, my sister!

"Qiao Yan?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve Yu Guang saw Song Qiaoyan's body stiffen.

The surprised voice that suddenly appeared at the staircase was Xu Baiqing's.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, the bottom of Song's eyes turned red.

She slowly straightened her waist, and then heard the person behind her seem to realize it later, "Chinese New Year's Eve?!" ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve pursed his lips and let him walk quickly and hug himself from behind.

Xu Baiqing was originally at a loss, he saw Song Chinese New Year's Eve's red eyes mixed with fragility and stubbornness, and saw the red wine and debris on the ground, and then looked at Song Chinese New Year's Eve's ankle injury, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

"Hurt?! What's going on? ”

Song Qiaoyan panicked even more.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve preemptively said, "It's okay." ”

She pushed Xu Baiqing away a little, turned sideways and asked him, "Have you dissolved your marriage contract?" ”

Xu Baiqing: "I'm talking." ”

"Then don't touch me yet." Song Chinese New Year's Eve's voice trembled a little, "I'm fine." ”

"What the hell is going on!" Xu Baiqing's heart instantly burst with anger, his eyes looked at Song Qiaoyan sharply, and his voice was almost questioning. "What did you say to Chinese New Year's Eve?"