Song Anqi naturally understood Song Tiantian's sarcastic smile, she was going to rush forward to trouble Song Tiantian, but thinking that Qin Lang was still by her side, she was afraid of her 'White Lotus' image, so she had to swallow this breath.

She still pretended to be miserable on her face, and shook Qin Lang's arm: "Qin Lang...... Can you hurry up and pick up the car, my stomach is really sore, I have to go to the hospital......"

It turns out that after so many years, her pretentious temperament has not changed at all, and it has intensified compared to before.

Qin Lang already had a little impatience in his eyes for Song Anqi's clingy entanglement, he brushed aside Song Anqi's hand that was entangled with him without leaving a trace, walked forward calmly and slowly, and came to Song Tiantian.

He lowered his gaze, and Song Tiantian also happened to raise his eyes, his eyes facing each other, and a pair of affectionate eyes met a pair of plain eyes.

Qin Lang smiled bitterly.

"Then I'll pick up the car first."

"Okay." Song Tiantian nodded slightly, and did not say too much.

Qin Lang swept past her and was about to walk in the direction of the exit of the mall, but when he passed by her side, he paused again, his voice was so low that it could only be heard by two people.

"If we have time, I wish we could sit down and talk."

"I'm afraid, Mrs. Qin won't allow it, right?" Song said a word, and couldn't tell whether she agreed or refused.

Qin Lang still wanted to ask something, but Song Anqi's vigilant gaze of staring at him and preventing thieves and thieves made people feel like a man's back, Qin Lang was used to dealing with Song Anqi, but he was afraid that Song Anqi would deliberately find trouble with Song Tingting, which would make Song Tingtian feel embarrassed.

He didn't say anything more, bypassed Song Tiantian, and went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

Song Tiantian greeted Cheng Xiaomeng, and the two of them also planned to leave, but they only took two steps, but they followed behind them with a rush of steps, and Song Anqi seemed to have hot wheels under her feet, and quickly walked in front of Song Tiantian, blocking her way.

"Song Tiantian, I warn you, don't give me any ideas! Qin Lang is my person! Song Anqi gritted her teeth, the weak appearance that would be disguised in front of Qin Lang was already gone when Qin Lang turned to leave.

"I said, what kind of fashion design do you study, why don't you spend some money to go to an acting class to 'study'?"

"You, what did you say?" Song Tianyun's light words made Song Anqi scratch his head.

"Literally, your acting skills are too clumsy, too disgusting, don't you even see the disgust for you in Qin Lang's eyes?" Song tilted her 'kindly' to wake her up.

"You talk nonsense!" Song Anqi deceived herself, "He loves me, it's not your turn to dictate our feelings here!" Don't try to snatch him, he's mine! ”

Song Anqi's left Qin Lang is her person, and the right Qin Lang is her person, Song Tiantian's ears are calloused, and she choked lightly: "He is your person?" His face has your name written on it? ”

"You ......" Song Anqi was angry.

Song tilted his eyes and looked at her indifferently.

After so many years, Song Tiantian's impression of Song Anqi is still in the memory of a long time ago.

Arrogant, domineering, and able to switch between the vicious vixen and the weak white lotus.

But now, she doesn't seem to have changed much.

Song Anqi was dizzy, her words were vicious, and she didn't choose to say anything, "Why didn't you fall to death when you fell down the corridor!" ”

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