Song Yuan's words blurted out, his expression full of determination: "Compared to her, isn't King good at everything?"
"Ah!"
Fu Liangyuan raised his eyebrows coldly, and when he looked at Song Yuan again, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: "What if Tang Mian is the king."
Suddenly, the garden became quiet for a moment.
Dead silence is spreading.
Song Yuan was stunned and shocked. He looked at Fu Liangyuan in disbelief. His eyes fell on Tang Mian beside him. As if to prove something, he said: "Impossible!"
"How can she be king!"
"Even if she looks a lot like the king, it doesn't prove that she is the king!"
"Mr. Fu, I think you have really been humbled by her. You can even say such things!"
Tang Mian stood on one side.
She listened to Song Yuan's categorical but sarcastic words, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up with a trace of mockery.
Maybe even Song Yuan himself didn't notice that his words and expressions were filled with strong class distinctions. In his heart, she, Tang Mian, was just a person from the countryside. No matter what, she couldn't be a king.
Such an achievement, let alone becoming a king!
Fu Liangyuan also frowned.
He said every word: "Tang Mian is the king."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Yuan, who had an "impossible" expression on his face, and frowned: "Do you think I will really fall in love with someone because of their identity?"
Song Yuan: "..."
For a moment, he didn't know how to deal with it!
Fu Liangyuan's face was pale, but his eyes were firm: "The only person I have recognized from the beginning to the end is Tang Mian!"
Song Yuan looked at Fu Liangyuan in shock and bewilderment.
From Fu Liangyuan's expression, he also clearly realized one thing: Tang Mian is really a king!
Like a blow to the head, Song Yuan's whole body was trembling.
He watched Fu Liangyuan and Tang Mian turn and leave, pouting but unable to say a word.
Until the figures of Fu Liangyuan and Tang Mian completely disappeared in front of his eyes, all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away, and he fell down on the stone chair aside, his eyes full of disbelief.
how can that be possible!
How could Tang Mian be king!
King is obviously... so powerful and has such a great reputation!
Song Yuan left the hospital in confusion.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he left the hospital and was walking on the roadside, a silver Sibel ran up from behind.
Then, it stopped beside him.
Song Yuan turned his head stiffly.
When he saw the delicate face sitting in the driver's seat with the car window down, Song Yuan's pupils seemed to have experienced an earthquake, but it was soon replaced by anger!
He stared at Tang Mian and gritted his teeth and said, "Did you do this on purpose?"
Tang Mian raised his eyebrows lightly: "What do you mean?"
"You asked knowingly!" The mood had almost calmed down, but when Song Yuan saw Tang Mian again, he still couldn't control his anger and said coldly, "You are obviously a king, but you have been hiding your identity!"
"Just now, I compared you with the king..."
Song Yuan paused for a moment, as if there was a thorn stuck in his throat. It was hard to speak, but he quickly said confidently: "You still haven't admitted that you are a king!"
"You are just watching my excitement and deliberately want to make me look embarrassed!"
Fortunately, he still supported her so much before!
Fortunately, when he saw King before, he always felt that King and Mr. Fu were a good match!
"laugh!"
Tang Mian snorted lightly.
She looked at Song Yuan, a cold feeling flashed between her eyebrows!