Since the beginning of the year, Mrs. Song has consciously or unintentionally praised Ji Tang, the former daughter-in-law in various public occasions. She is full of posture, as if she is a traditional good mother-in-law who does not care about past grudges. Even the charity dinner held by the Song family in the museum invited Ji Tang to attend.

Mrs. Song has a high status in a wealthy family and has always been a model for everyone to learn. Over the years, she rarely holds dinners in the name of the Song family. If she could receive an invitation from her, it would be enough capital to show off.

This charity dinner was small, and the invited celebrities were all top-notch in the upper class, with less than ten.

The most eye-catching thing is not these celebrities, but the Song family's young men were also present, and everyone was sitting at the table with bouquets of roses. Ji Tang was half an hour late, and the moment he appeared, it easily attracted everyone's attention.

She was wearing a long red dress with sparkling pearlescent colors, and her slim cut showed her slim curves. When she walked over in high heels, the exquisite earrings swaying with her earlobes shining, which made her face look more delicate and white.

Mrs. Song's gaze followed and greeted Ji Tang with great enthusiasm at the table sitting on her side.

In private, others couldn't help but whisper:

[I heard before that Ji Tang had a very unhappy relationship with Mrs. Song when she left the Song family... These two women are worthy of being able to marry into the Song family. Now they get along like nothing else. The surface skills are really amazing.]

[Mrs. Song is pleased with Ji Tang, I am afraid that this battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will lose.]

[It's not just that losing. I'm afraid that those who laughed at Ji Tang before should be unable to sleep well. I'll just say this. In the future, Ji Tang's status in the wealthy family will become higher and higher. You see.

[What exactly is the reason why Mrs. Song tolerate this? Ji Tang is pregnant?]

[The skirt on her body was so tight that it didn't have any fat. I was afraid that all the women present would not be able to wear it. It would not look like it.]

[Look, Song Yumo is here too!!!]

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In front, Song Yumo appeared in an ink-blue suit. He sat diagonally opposite Ji Tang, and Song Tu brought a cup of hot tea next to him, but inadvertently gave the other person a hint of a hint.

Ji Tang slowly drank red wine, as if he didn't see it.

It was very meaningful for Mrs. Song to arrange seats like this. The Song princes present who were chatting with each other did not dare to say anything. Only Song Xingyuan called Ke Huan, who was called out by his ex-sister, as if reminding Ji Tang that even if he could sit in the main seat, he would no longer be the glorious Mrs. Song!

Mrs. Song's smile faded half an inch, as if she could cut Song Xingyuan alive with her eyes. She spoke very gentle and politely to Ji Tang: "Tangtang, is the dishes tonight suitable for your appetite?" Ji Tang was also very polite, neither cold nor too close, and did not show too close. "Thank you, madam, I like all these dishes very much."

"If you like it, eat more. Why have you lost a lot of weight in the past six months? In the past, I was always worried that you would hurt your health when you were on the Song family." Mrs. Song tried her best to give warmth. After a few seconds of words, she turned her gaze to Song Yumo and said with a smile: "Yumo, the pigeon soup in front of you is good. Give Tang a bowl of it."

Song Yumo was extremely cold from beginning to end. From the beginning to end, he didn't even raise his eyelids to look at Ji Tang's figure for a second.

He seemed to be in front of him without any existence, eating casually, and not following Mrs. Song's arrangements.

Mrs. Song paused for a while and subconsciously looked at Ji Tang's reaction.

Ji Tang also thought that Song Yumo did not exist, so she continued to chat with the people beside her, and said indifferently: "I won't drink, thank you."

Even though Mrs. Song wanted the ex-wife to interact, Song Yumo seemed to be disobedient and even gave her a look of disagreement.

He finished the food in front of him tacitly, took the teacup handed by Song Tu, and finally said the first sentence since he appeared: "Mom, don't call her again next time in this kind of occasion. Miss Ji is afraid she has no appetite."

"Yu Mo!"

Mrs. Song did not expect that her son, who was properly and polite, would say such words in public that Ji Tang could not get out of the way.

Ji Tang raised his eyelashes and his gaze was extremely light, as if he was not taking him in his eyes.

Song Xingyuan drank a glass of wine and wanted to laugh coldly, but was so hot that Song Tu was so embarrassed that he was sprinkled with hot tea, and accidentally got implicated next door: "Ah, sorry, I'm sorry... I didn't have eyes."

Song Xingyuan and Song Tu have always had a good relationship, and it is impossible to get angry on the spot.

Song Tu looked at the two people who were poured tea with a bright smile, made an apology, and took the initiative to lead the way to ask them to change their clothes. At this time, Song Yumo also stood up with a light expression and said that he was going to the bathroom.

Mrs. Song was so troubled that she couldn't pay attention to this farce, so she waved her hand and let them go.

Taking advantage of the opportunity tonight, he slightly tested Song Yumo's attitude towards Ji Tang, which shows that it was the last divorce incident that hurt him.

Mrs. Song’s inner emotions were very complicated. Seeing that Ji Tang could not play a role, her attitude towards her was no longer enthusiastic.

After sitting in the main seat for a while, I found a reason to have a headache and left the seat first.

Without the elders suppression, the Song brothers who tried to treat themselves as transparent tools also began to get lively. One or two people had a good impression of Ji Tang, the former sister-in-law, and asked boldly: "Sister-in-law, are you still getting back with my brother?"

Ji Tang smiled and looked at the young man who asked her - Song Binbin.

"What do you ask about this?"

Song Binbin smiled at her with a handsome and handsome face and said, "If I don't get back together, I can chase you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jingtong beside him slapped in the forehead: "I'm so stupid to drink!"

Song Binbin felt aggrieved in an instant, covering his forehead and daring to say anything.

It was Song Jingtong who apologized for him, and still called Ji Tang and asked his sister-in-law: "Sister-in-law, don't listen to this kid talking nonsense after drinking."

In fact, Ji Tang would not hate Song's young masters. During those three years, everyone was polite and got along with each other peacefully. Naturally, they would not make a fuss now. She generously forgave Song Binbin's offense.

Five or six minutes later, Song Yumo came back first, and his seat was occupied by Song Jingtong inadvertently.

So he naturally sat next to Ji Tang, without looking at her from beginning to end, and Song Tu stood behind him, from an angle that no one could see...

Song Yumo seemed to be sitting casually in his seat, drinking lightly, but in fact he stretched out his left hand and held Ji Tang's hand and placed it on his knees.

The force was neither light nor heavy, and the fingertips rubbed her white and soft palms, giving her a little hot and warmth.

Ji Tang looked at him from the corner of his eyes, and Song Yumo immediately gave her a gentle smile.

I laughed so much that I wasn't afraid of being noticed.

Song Yumo rubbed each of her fingers bit by bit with her fingertips, and gradually began to hold her boneless hands tightly with the palm of her hand, and moved upward from the seat on her knees. If Ji Tang moved his fingertips a little, he could still touch the parts that he shouldn't have touched.

Her ears began to turn red slightly, hoping to show that Song Yumo was restrained in public.

However, the man did not take this weak struggle seriously, and even had a smile on his eyes. When no one was paying attention, he used his upright body as a cover and whispered to Ji Tang: "Your red dress is beautiful, are you losing weight again? Your waist is not as wide as my palm?"

Ji Tang's slender eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. It was useless to glar at him, so he had to pursed his lips, so cold that he seemed to disdain to chat with a man.

Song Yumo ignored her and smiled softly: "I just reacted directly when I saw you tonight."

He deliberately said it in a hoarse tone in three times.

Ji Tang's slender back suddenly stretched out, and his ears seemed to be burned by fire. Fortunately, his long hair was covered up. She was worried that Song Tu, who was standing half a step away, would hear it, and finally replied to Song Yumo: "Shut up!"

Song Yumo held her hands tightly with her palms, her body temperature was particularly hot, and at an angle invisible under the table, Ji Tang was suspicious for a moment that his fingertips touched him, and the touch was very strong, which made her almost lose her composure.

What's even more terrible is that she saw Song Xingyuan changing into a suit and coming back.

It seemed that when Song Yumo changed his position calmly, there was a clear sneer and irony in his eyes.

He was one of the few people present. He knew about Song Yumo and Ji Tang and did not make it clear in front of Mrs. Song. He was just afraid that after offending Song Yumo, the person in power, would not have any good results. However, he was young and energetic. After sitting down, he began to be sarcastic again: "Miss Ji, why did my cousin sit by your side?"

“…”

Everyone on the table was quiet for a second, and even Song Binbin looked at him with a fool's eyes.

Ji Tang's delicate face had not changed, and a little coldness penetrated into his tone: "Then you have to ask your cousin."

Song Xingyuan is a typical person who is weak and afraid of being strong. He dares not offend Song Yumo, so he offended her. Just as he was about to continue to speak in a dilemma, he heard Song Yumo's tone slowly coming: "I'll talk after thinking about it."

Almost instantly, Song Xingyuan shut up, with anger in his eyes.

Ji Tang was still drinking slowly, with a bright and bright smile on her face. After sitting for a while, she put down her cup like a little drunk. When Song Yumo was not prepared, she took her hand back, picked up a very dazzling golden clutch, and said to the people present: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Those fair fingers were heated by the man's palms, and their skin was a little red.

All are traces of being rubbed.

She left the venue temporarily and received guidance from the waiter to walk towards the bathroom. The quiet and deserted corridor was empty, with only the slight sound of high heels stepping on the carpet.

When I was around the corner, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.
Chapter completed!