1123. The Affair of the Sons and Daughters of the Huangfu Family 75
"When will you fight with Song Gang without meeting?" Huang Fushen bluntly, and the eyes of Huang Fuxi were as good as Han Shaoqi.
As if Han Shaoqi dared to say a word, he definitely unloaded him eight pieces.
Han Shaoqi naturally did not dare to say no words, euphemistically, "Xiao Yan, you see, the grievances between Song Gang and me are not a while and a half.
"Don't do something with me, what I need is the result." Huang Fuxuan was not so confused.
"Wife, you see, isn't our son a pair with the daughter of Song Gang's family, so we don't have to worry." "Besides, Han Yunnuo is not a non -marrying."
When the eyes are getting less and more bad, they gradually become smaller and weaker.
"Shao Qi, if you really become a family, you and Song Gang can't wait for the other party as soon as you meet. From the perspective of others, we think that the two of us are hateful."
"Wife, don't worry about this question. After Han Yun promised to marry the girl Song Wan, he discussed again." Han Shaoqi saw that the topic of transferring was not a matter, and he began to adopt a delay time strategy.
Huang Fuxi picked the thin willow eyebrows, and his voice was slightly higher, "Huh?"
Han Shaoqi pretended not to understand the meaning of Huangfu, "What?"
"Han Shaoqi, are you sincerely angry with me?"
Han Shaoqi saw his wife excited, and quickly gave Huangfu a smooth breath, comforted, "Rest assured, the boat to the bridge head is naturally straight."
"You ??? ..." Huangfu was speechless.
Looking at Han Shaoqi, Huang Fuyu sighed helplessly, forget it.
Anyway, their adults don't really care about this. After all, the things of the year have passed for a long time. It is to let them pay attention, don't do too much, make Xiao Wan and promise embarrassing.
On the flight to the romantic capital, a pair of men and women sat next to Paris, and looked at each other with disdain.
Song Wanqing's face twisted slightly. Except for Han Yunnao's glance before boarding, he never looked at him again with a positive eye.
Where the sight passes, the borderless blue, sometimes sliding through a few leisurely white clouds, leisurely and free.
Song Wan's eyes fell on the soft white cloud, and he couldn't help but give birth to a little longing.
Like Baiyun, how good it is in the sky, at least there will be no bothered things that hit your heart, especially if you are sitting next to him.
Han Yunjie leaned lazily on the chair and stared at the newspaper in his hand. However, for a long time, his eyes did not move a point, let alone change the page.
Finally, Han Yun promised a little unable to hold his temperament, and called, "Song Night?"
"Huh?" Song Wan didn't return his head, and sent a syllable from the nasal cavity, which changed Han Yun's face and changed, but when he got to his lips, he couldn't say it.
Obviously wanted to care about her, but when she blurted out, it became a ruthless irony.
Han Yun promised a little headache, as if starting from the memory, the two of them had been arguing with their mouths and grew up.
When I was young, in order to get rid of the sticky Song Wan, I didn't want to think about the idea. As a result, Song Wan was annoyed, and Song Wan did not cry, but just looked at myself with those bright eyes.
So I felt guilty and started to hide from her.
But during this time, she was busy with Huangfuyi's wedding, and now Huangfu regrets her marriage. For a while, she hasn't heard her. The ears are a lot quiet, but they are not used to it.