Chapter 172: Is it good-looking

The communication bell rang for a long time, and sure enough, as Li Manman said, it was not connected.

Without waiting for the Cheng family to react, Song Yi said soothingly: "She is not feeling well, she may be asleep, is this good, I will send someone to send you to find her at home." ”

Cheng's father and mother looked at each other, a little hesitant.

Cheng Lin's eyes rolled, "No, we now suspect that you have imprisoned my sister, what if we get into your car and you imprison us?" ”

Song Yi looked at an ignorant child, and said with a smile: "Then what do you say, your sister doesn't answer the phone, and I can't help it." ”

Cheng Lin seemed to be waiting for her words, "I'm going to start the live broadcast now, you let my mother go to see my sister on the live broadcast, and I'll watch it with my dad and these guests outside!" ”

Song Yi said: "No! ”

Cheng Lin snorted, grabbed her fox tail and said proudly: "Why not, are you just planning to imprison our family!" ”

Song Yi reprimanded impatiently: "Of course not, but today is your niece's 100th birthday banquet, and there are guests with heads and faces outside, they are here to participate in the banquet, not to see your live broadcast, what do you think of here, you are so rude." ”

Cheng Lin was half a year old, and he hated adults treating him like a child the most, and Song Yi's attitude instantly angered him.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, then just call the police!" Cheng Lin took out his mobile phone and dialed 110 regardless of it.

Song Yi didn't expect this kid to be so impulsive, so she stopped in a loud voice, "Stop, what are you doing here." turned to scold Cheng's father and Cheng's mother, "You still don't stop him, what day is today, how can he be so foolish!" ”

Cheng's father wanted to stop it, but was pushed away by Cheng's mother, "What to stop, I think my son is right, he should call the police in front of so many people, I don't believe that the police dare to blatantly favor them." ”

Cheng Lin saw that Cheng's father had no objection, and was about to press the call button, but at this moment, a low male voice came from behind him, "Wait." ”

The crowd separated, Fu Yaojue walked over slowly, he didn't seem to like this feeling of being close to people, stood in the middle of Li Manman and the wall, exhaled without a trace, and said loudly: "You guys are just here to see Cheng Nan today, right?" ”

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother looked at him, "Who are you?" ”

Fu Yaojue's tone was cold, "You don't care who I am, answer my questions." ”

Father Cheng nodded, "Yes, we want to see my daughter." ”

Fu Yaojue turned around and said to Zhao Di, who was blocking the others from approaching, "Let someone take Cheng Nan over." ”

When Song Yi heard this, she hurriedly stuffed the child to the maid, and ran over to stop her in three or two steps, "Ah Jue, Cheng Nan is not feeling well, how can you let her come over?" ”

"Otherwise, let them call the police and ruin today's centennial feast?" Fu Yaojue stared at Song Yi with scrutinizing eyes, and Song Yi looked away with a weak heart.

"That, that can't ...... either"

"I don't care what you have in mind, today's 100th birthday banquet is held in the name of the Fu family, if you make an accident and get angry with your grandfather, I will let Fu Yeshuo go to a wheelchair too." Fu Yaojue warned in a low voice.

Song Yi's back was cold, she swallowed her saliva, and didn't dare to stop it anymore.

The Cheng family was appeased, Song Yi didn't dare to be a demon anymore, and the guests returned to the hall with great interest to continue to congratulate the child's centennial banquet, but what people said behind their backs, it was not Fu Yaojue who could manage it.

Li Manman followed Fu Xuanjue and asked in a low voice, "Does the old man know what's going on here?" ”

If you are angry and go to the hospital on this kind of day, it will be lively.

Fu Yaojue took a glass of champagne and said coldly while drinking: "Then where do I know, see if he wants to know." ”

Li Manman thought about it, what is there here that the old man wants to know but doesn't know.

Thinking of this, she looked up at Fu Yaojue.

His lips were stained with a little wine, and they shimmered brightly in the light, like dew on the petals of roses, and his Adam's apple rolled when he swallowed the wine, and he was so sexy that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Li Manman forgot what he wanted to ask for a moment, and stared at him blankly.

Fu Yaojue paid attention to her, and when she saw her staring at herself in a daze, her heart moved, and she lowered her eyes to look at her.

"Is it pretty?" His deliberately suppressed voice with bubble sounds exploded one by one in Li Manman's ears, and she was numb and itchy.