Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

A pull, a pull, Song's worry-free face is difficult.

When Song Yimei touched Gu Ying's cold, icy eyes, her back had to cool off.

But when she thought that Song Wuxi would embarrass herself in front of so many people, she got bold and laughed so brilliantly at Gu Qiang.

“Gu Xiao, no worries. She said my older sister would, she would. My older sister won't, and she will. ”

Song did not worry about looking at Gu Xiao, a ‘you have to help me' look.

Gu Jiaomei glanced at her and looked at Song Jiaomei coldly: “I said she wouldn't, she wouldn't! ”

Song Yumei saw Song's expression, so she wanted to tease her even more.

She knows more or less about Sung Ngai. She let go of Song Ngai's hand and deliberately excited her: “No worries, you can't even play the kite, right? ”

“ …… ”

“Didn't you say you were better than your sister? ”

“ …… ”

“Isn't this a good opportunity? ”

“…” Song's worry-free face hesitated.

“I knew you wouldn't know anything but arrogance or arrogance.” Song Yumei saw Song's worry-free face and hesitated. Then he clasped his mouth forward, smiling.

Her voice was well controlled and no one could hear her except Gu Jiao.

“Who said that?” Song was worried, and suddenly he stared at Song Yumei with dissatisfaction: “Who said I would only be arrogant and not know anything? ”

See how she reacts, Song Yimei Le.

She knew that Song was not worried about being excited by others.

I can't stand anyone comparing her to Song Yiu Yue. When compared, she gets angry.

Gu Zheng listened, his eyes were converging, and he looked cold at Song without worries.

“You can play the kite, can't you?” Song Yumei asked with a smile.

Song's worried chin flashed, somewhat arrogant, “It's just a district kite. Why can't you play it? ”

“No worries Song, that's enough!” Gu Qiang pulled her off the couch and warned her coldly: "Keep your weird temper together! ”

What are you pretending to be?

“Is it bad temper to play a kite?” Song did not worry about winking, pretending to be confused, some cute and angry.

“Song Jiuyue can't play, how can you play?” Gu Zhiqiao coldway.

That's not even a kite!

Song Min Xiao listened and laughed in his heart. In his heart, Song Jiuyue would not, she would not?

When he said that, Song Jiuyue walked over the face in front of the rack and was embarrassed.

“She won't, doesn't mean I won't either!” Song did not worry about shaking Gu Xiao's hand, stood up and walked towards Song Xiaoyue's side, and said in a drummed manner: “I want you to know today that I will play this qin! Huh!”

She's as proud as she can be.

Such a girlfriend, makes you feel like a clown.

“Jiuyue, get up.” Before Song's worry-free arrival, Mrs. Song hurriedly pulled up Song Jiuyue.

The corner of his eyes swept with pride. This bitch started to die again and was about to disgrace herself.

Gu Zheng's eyes were cold, and in the depths that no one else could see, there was a touch of complexity that passed.

He looked cold at Song Li Xiao, this dead woman, how exactly can he change this arrogant and bad temper?

Song Jiuyue rose and gave Song no worries.

Song Wuoxiao was happy to come and sit in front of the rack like a prize winner.

Looking at the violin in front of her, she snapped her lips and smiled admirably.

The body alone is a good violin!

She raised her hand and stroked it on the string.

“Buzz ~ ~ ~ ~”