Wen Liang couldn't tell whether Song Tingchuan's words were sincere or not, but the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, at least his every word did not reveal his malice towards himself, Wen Liang's face eased slightly, as if he thought of something, and his eyebrows softened again.

"Also, I have to thank Qian Shao, otherwise, how could I meet such a good girl as Siyu"

Zhou Qian's fists clenched tighter and tighter, but his face became more and more pale.

However, the curvature of Song Tingchuan's lips deepened a little.

Every word of this gentle word is stabbing a knife at Zhou Qian's body.

But why is it clear that he is the victor, isn't it?

Why mock a loser so hard

Especially gentle, his eyes are clear, there is no jealousy in his eyes, and his tone is mocking, but he doesn't feel much of showing off, as if he is only wholeheartedly venting his anger to Cheng Siyu

Do you care so much about Sister Siyu?

Or rather

As if thinking of something, a light of unknown meaning crossed Song Tingchuan's eyes, but fortunately it was covered by the night, but it was not noticed by Wen Liang.

Song Tingchuan glanced at Zhou Qian, who was depressed on the side, and suddenly felt that these two fools were also in the way.

Tsk, it's a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Or he'd do him a hand.

Thinking of this, Song Tingchuan took over

"Yes, Sister Siyu has always been very good, she looks cute, her voice is sweet, her grades are not bad, her personality is good, she is serious, and she has a strong talent in acting.

Wen Liang heard this, and looked at Song Tingchuan's eyes a little sincerely.

Song Tingchuan looked at the eagerness in the other party's eyes and was startled, for fear that the other party would worship him on the spot.

Fortunately, the other party was very well-educated, and he couldn't make such a second-class move, so he just reached out and patted Song Tingchuan's shoulder

"No matter how true or false your words are, as long as you are quay, we are brothers, I heard Siyu say that you are nineteen, the same year as me, but the month is younger than me, how about I call you Xiao Song"

Song Tingchuan didn't object when he heard this, and Congshan Liu knocked on Wen Liang's shoulder

"Then I'll call you Brother Wen."

It seems that his intuition is right, this gentleness is really good to Sister Siyu.

This eldest brother shouted Wen Liang and smiled, but the look in Zhou Qian's eyes on the side dimmed a lot.

Even Brother Chuan has defected, and this gentleness seems to be really her good match.

Shouldn't he be entangled anymore?

While thinking about it, he listened to Song Tingchuan on the side and asked Wen Liang unintentionally

"It's a little late at this time, and it's estimated that it will be even later when our dinner is over, don't you have a curfew at night for the Chinese drama?"

Wen Liang's eyebrows were almost undetectably, and he didn't answer immediately, but looked at Song Tingchuan with a smile that seemed to be not a smile, and Song Tingchuan also replied with a light smile, but the eyes of the two of them were full of deep meaning that could only be understood by each other.

However, such an obvious "eyebrows and eyes" did not attract Zhou Qian's attention, and the noble son, who had always been proud, was immersed in his own sadness, and he was about to drown himself.

Wen Liang and Song Tingchuan's gaze did not last long, and in just three seconds, Wen Liang looked away and looked at Zhou Qian who was lowering his head on the side.

In the next second, the thin lips were slightly lifted, but a light and light sentence exploded in Zhou Qian's ears

"It's okay, my home is in the imperial capital, if you can't go back when it's late, you can just let Siyu go to my house for a while"

"Bang"