Wei Lan probably didn't expect that Jiang Zhao, who once proudly couldn't let go of anyone, would actually entangle her back and forth for a man at this moment.

Originally, when Old Man Wei asked her to come back, she still scoffed, thinking that she was just a little girl with an empty body and arrogance, what ability could she have.

It wasn't until he had a few words with her now that Wei Lan understood why Song Muchen would choose this little girl among a group of women.

However, a little girl is a little girl after all, even if she forcibly supports her posture to maintain her love, it is just in vain.

Love is like a war, whoever moves his heart loses.

At this moment, Wei Lan still felt that Jiang Zhao was just a little girl in love, and she didn't really take her seriously.

The corners of her lips lifted a curvature, covering the mockery in her eyes: "Zhaozhao, I know that you little girls like to pay attention to these feelings of belonging and exclusivity the most, don't worry, Xiaochen is yours, and no one can snatch it away." ”

"It's just that there are some things I think you probably don't know very well," Wei Lan's eyes moved behind Jiang Zhao, "The relationship between me and Xiao Chen for so many years can't be taken away by anyone." ”

After speaking, she raised her hand slightly, smiled behind Jiang Zhao: "I have something to do later, so I won't stay longer, if I have time, take Zhao Zhao back to see the old man, I will come back for the past two days, and I will listen to him talk to you every day." ”

"Leaving so soon?" Song Muchen strode past Jiang Zhao, "Why are you leaving just now?" ”

Wei Lan smiled reluctantly: "If it wasn't for your special invitation, I wouldn't have planned to come here today," her eyes slid over Jiang Zhao, "I'm afraid of disturbing your interest." ”

Song Muchen suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhao's eyes as cold as ice.

"Okay, since we've said hello, then I'll go first." Wei Lan didn't seem to see Song Muchen's movements at all, so she pretended to pat him on the shoulder easily, turned around and left quickly.

Tsk, it's really a master.

Jiang Zhao couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Wei Lan's departing back, but with just one look, he convicted himself. Tut-tut, sure enough, those who are favored can have no fear.

Facing Song Muchen's murderous eyes, Jiang Zhao behaved very innocently: "What are you looking at me like this?" ”

"What did you just tell her?" Song Muchen's voice was low.

"What can I say to her," Jiang Zhao sneered, "What is there about you that you are afraid of me telling her?" ”

Song Muchen's eyes could almost kill: "Jiang Zhao! ”

"Yes, dear." Jiang Zhao smiled with crooked eyebrows, and stood on tiptoe to his ear, "Song Muchen, you are really a complete coward." ”

After speaking, Jiang Zhao stepped back a little and lightly imprinted a kiss on the man's cheek, which was a little distorted by anger: "So many people are watching, you don't want to turn your face with me now, right?" ”

Jiang Zhao felt that such a banquet was just everyone pretending to be confused. Song Muchen always thought that he had hidden his feelings for Wei Lan very well, but as Chen Xue said, everyone could see it clearly, but they didn't dare to say it because of the power of the Song family.

So when Wei Lan left, everyone who had no more drama to watch also found their own reasons and left.

Seeing off the last guest, Jiang Zhao dragged his tired body back to the villa.

The hall was brightly lit, and there was not a single sound in the huge space. Jiang Zhao glanced at Song Muchen who was sitting on the sofa, without any intention of staying, and walked straight in the direction of the elevator.

"Stop."

The man's voice became deeper in the spacious room: "Where are you going?" ”

Jiang Zhao's footsteps didn't stop: "Where else can I go, go back to the room and sleep." ”

"Come here." There was already a hint of anger in the man's voice.

Jiang Zhao still ignored him, walked to the elevator in a few steps, stretched out his finger and pressed the button up.

The elevator door clanged open, and Jiang Zhao stepped forward, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scalp.

Song Muchen grabbed Jiang Zhao's hair and pulled it back hard: "Jiang Zhao, did I give you face?" ”

Jiang Zhao was unexpectedly dragged and stumbled, and the whole person fell on Song Muchen's body. Looking at the man's close face, her eyes also turned cold.

"Song Muchen, am I giving you face too much?"