- Ruan Mianmian deliberately held Mo Tingfeng's hand and leaned her head on his shoulder before looking up at Song Weichen, "How are you doing, Miss Sangpu? Last time I saw you, Mianmian was looking for you for several days."
"Thanks to you, it's very good, very good." Seeing Ruan Mianmian entangled with Mo Tingfeng, Song Weichen was overjoyed. It seemed that the scandal hadn't reached her ears yet. She must bring happiness to both of them tonight. Turn on the fire and completely get rid of your own troubles. Thinking of this, Song Weichen smiled happily.
"Miss Mianmian and Lord Si Chen stopped here, they are such a talented and beautiful woman, they are a perfect match! I really want to drink your wedding wine as soon as possible, brother Yuheng, don't you think so?" She looked at Zhuang Yuheng and started to look for her. Solidarity.
Zhuang Yuheng smiled unnaturally. Others don’t know, but he doesn’t know what Mo Tingfeng is thinking. Little girl, you really don’t want to pick up any pot...
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Mo Tingfeng's expression became obviously cold, which was in complete contrast with Ruan Mianmian who was shy and happy beside him. Upon seeing this, Zhuang Yuheng quickly smoothed things over, "What are you doing standing here? Hurry up and take a seat, I'll be waiting for you."
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Originally, Zhuang Yuheng arranged the seats so that Mo Tingfeng and Song Weichen were next to each other, and Ruan Mianmian was next to Shu Yulong, but Ruan Mianmian didn't care about that. She took the lead and sat next to Mo Tingfeng.
This move is exactly what Song Weichen wants. He has never felt that Ruan Mianmian is as pleasing to his eyes as he was tonight. She was secretly rejoicing and wanted to sit down next to Shu Yulong, but she felt the cold gaze from Mo Tingfeng. She stopped and decided to sleep well tonight - she must not do it in this sensitive occasion. If you offend the cold-faced King of Hell, who knows what he will say and do to you in public when he goes crazy. Not to mention jumping into the Yellow River, even jumping into the Milky Way won't be able to cleanse you!
Knowing that he didn't like seeing Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Yulong getting close to her, after thinking about it again and again, she chose the person she was least familiar with and sat down next to him.
"Master, can I sit next to you?"
Qin Che narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Little beauty, I've been watching you for a long time, and you're exactly what I want."
Song Weichen was a little embarrassed. The words "little beauty" were not what she said when teasing Ruan Mianmian as a white robe. If so, he is a fat king in terms of love... He subconsciously sat farther away from him.
"I am the nephew of Lord Landlord, hereditary prince Qin Che. You and I are sitting together at the banquet today. It is a perfect match." As he spoke, Qin Che poured a glass of wine and put his arm around Song Weichen's shoulders. , "Spring night is too short, let me first toast to the little beauty."
Qin Che is a romantic person. In his opinion, no matter how beautiful the woman around him is, she is just a mere piano player in Sichen Mansion, with no family background. , I think it was just Mo Tingfeng who brought him here to cheer him up, so his words and behavior were quite wild.
Song Weichen was startled and moved away from Qin Che's arm. It was already unrealistic to think of getting up and changing seats at this moment. He also heard that he claimed that he was the real nephew of the realm owner. He couldn't offend him even if he thought about it. Song Weichen couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. It was probably a Hongmen banquet.
She picked up the jug with a sneer and said, "I am just a humble violinist in the Si Chen Mansion. How dare you accept the wine from Mr. Qin Xiaohou? I'll pour the wine for you."
"Hey, play hard to get with me. "
Qin Che glanced at her sideways, picked up the wine glass and brought it to her face, reaching out to pinch her chin. Song Weichen was at a loss when he was about to touch her, and Mo Ting felt cold. The voice came over.
"Qin Xiaohou! My people are ignorant, I will drink this glass of wine for her."
Hearing this, Qin Che stopped and walked around in sensual places all day long. How could he I couldn't hear what Mo Tingfeng was saying. Could it be that she is his woman? Everyone said that Si Chen was not a womanizer, but it seemed that they were all lies. However, how could Qin Che dare to refute the face of Master Si Chen? He immediately withdrew his hand from touching Song Weichen, sat upright and raised his glass to greet Mo Tingfeng.
"Why do you say this, sir? Sir Si Chen is so lucky to have such a sensible and beautiful woman in our house!"
After drinking, Qin Che glanced at Ruan Mianmian and then at his side. Song Weichen said, "I am so envious of your beauty and blessings!" He said as he accompanied him with another glass of wine.
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Originally, because of Song Weichen's performance, Ruan Mianmian temporarily suppressed her jealousy towards her, but she didn't expect that Mo Tingfeng actually said "I He was secretly annoyed at the word "person", and heard Qin Che clearly comparing himself to her. The meaning of two women serving one husband was self-evident in his expression. Ruan Mianmian glanced at Mo Tingfeng resentfully, and then looked at Song Weichen. His eyes were filled with uncontrollable jealousy. Of course, Song Weichen felt the murderous look in her eyes, and sighed in his heart. He was already so careful and deliberately kept a distance from Zhuang Yuheng and Shu Jielong, how could he still get into trouble like this?
No, no, Ruan Mianmian must not be allowed to think that she had an affair with that cold-faced King of Hell, otherwise I don’t even know how he died... Tonight, the suspicion must be eliminated at all costs!
Making up his mind, Song Weichen picked up the wine glass and looked at Qin Che with a smile, "Qin Xiaohou has misunderstood. I am just a servant of the Sichen Mansion, not a confidante. We adults are blaming I didn't serve you well. I drank this glass of wine. Sang Pu apologizes to you."
Before Mo Tingfeng could react, Song Weichen drank the wine. In just a moment, she felt it. His internal organs were all burning, and he could only cover his mouth and endure it with all his strength, a layer of mist aroused in his eyes.
She secretly wondered in her heart that although she didn't like drinking, she was definitely not that intolerable to alcohol. Why did everything seem to be different after she came to this sleep world?
Song Weichen's move made Qin Che very satisfied. It turned out that she was not Mo Tingfeng's woman. In that case... He leaned close to her and gently stroked her back, pretending to comfort her, "Little beauty. It makes my brother feel bad to be so drunk.”
Snap! The wine glass in Mo Tingfeng's hand was broken. He saw that Song Weichen was so angry for a moment, and his hand lost its weight. The wine glass shattered with the sound, and the wine and blood dripped down the edge of the table. The magpie saw this and helped to clean it up, while Ruan Mianmian He took Mo Tingfeng's hand to check the injury, then took out a silk handkerchief and carefully bandaged the wound on his palm.
"Brother Tingfeng, you..."
She looked at him, but found that he only saw the woman sitting with Qin Che. No matter how much Ruan Mianmian deceives herself, she can still feel Mo Tingfeng's concern and something is wrong at this moment, not to mention that she has a very clever eye.
No matter how much that bitch Sangpu pretends, she can't hide the fact that Mo Tingfeng has an extraordinary relationship with her. Looking at his injured palm, Ruan Mianmian's eyes secretly turned sinister. She will never let go. Pass her!
What she has to do now is to attract the attention of the men present to herself.
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“Brother Yuheng, aren’t we going to play Feihua Ling?”
Ruan Mianmian put on a gentle and pleasant face and asked Zhuang Yuheng. Of course, she was not trying to make the current embarrassing situation To get out of the siege, she deliberately showed off her talents to divert attention - in the words of Magpie, there is no woman in Meijie who can compare with her master in reciting poems and composing poems.
Ruan Mianmian did not believe that a violinist from the Sichen Mansion could surpass her in poetry. She sneered in her heart, as long as Sang Pu was not given a chance to play the piano, she would definitely be compared with her.
Zhuang Yuheng was scratching his head about the current situation. Ruan Mianmian's words were undoubtedly the straw to relieve the difficulties, so everyone in Luo hurriedly drew lots and divided them into groups.
"What is Feihua Ling?" Song Weichen casually picked a bag from the tray presented by the waiter. She still didn't know what they were going to play.
The sneer at the corner of Ruan Mianmian's mouth disappeared fleetingly. He didn't even know what Feihua Ling was. Next, there was this bitch who looked good!