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Chapter 1867 Sour

When the food was on the table, several people stopped talking.

After three rounds of tea, the atmosphere at the dinner table also relaxed a lot, and Ruan Anlan was no longer so stiff.

Song Changnan looked at her frequently across the huge round table, causing even Ruan Anlan, as dull as Ruan Anlan, to notice something was wrong.

What the hell, could it be possible that their Qinqin husband really sold her?

Gu Tingyuan was quietly serving dishes to Ruan Anlan, when he was suddenly pinched again by the little girl for no apparent reason. He looked at her helplessly, and the doting and indulgence between his brows and eyes almost overflowed.

Song Changnan silently took in all this scene, and suddenly chuckled, attracting the two people's attention.

Song Changnan smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I lost my temper."

"Just seeing your harmonious and intimate scene reminded me of something."

Ruan Anlan blinked and couldn't help but ask: "The outside world says that Uncle Song has been single for so many years. I wonder how true or false these rumors are?"

Gu Tingyuan said helplessly: "Uncle Song, don't mind, that's just the way she is."

Song Changnan smiled nonchalantly and said: "I think An Lan is very commendable and cute. It reminds me of an old friend."

Ruan Anlan: "Looking at Uncle Song's expression, this old friend of yours must be a beautiful aunt?"

Song Changnan took a deep look at her and said, "Yes, she is very beautiful. She is not inferior to Anlan now."

"Wow, is it so beautiful?"

As Ruan Anlan finished speaking, there were bursts of laughter in the room.

After laughing, Song Changnan shook his head and sighed: "To be honest, seeing An Lan always reminds me of my old friend. However, she is no longer here."

When he came out of Nanjiang No. 1, Ruan Anlan looked at the dark sky. The dark sky was like splashing ink, like a huge curtain, enveloping all the traffic in the world.

It's so stuffy that people can't breathe.

Holding Gu Tingyuan's arm, Ruan Anlan sighed: "Why do I feel so pitiful about Uncle Song?"

It also gave her a sense of intimacy inexplicably. I don't know if it was because Song Changnan was more handsome. Even though he was older, it only added to the tenderness accumulated over the years.

If it were in the past, even an uncle like Song Changnan and Gu Tingyuan would be jealous, and she would never see Ruan Anlan mentioning another man with such an expression and tone in front of her.

But today was different. Gu Tingyuan didn't say anything, he just touched Ruan Anlan's head silently.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Judging from what Uncle Song wants, the land on Nanjiang Road should be fine, right?"

"Um."

"That's good, I have made a contribution to the company."

Ruan Anlan sighed, "Gu Tingyuan, my legs are sore, please carry me."

Gu Tingyuan gave her a funny look, "The car is coming, why do you have to act coquettishly even if you walk two steps like this?"

Ruan Anlan stretched out her arms and muttered, "Just say whether you want to hug me or not?"

Gu Tingyuan sighed, but with a look of indulgence on his face, he still squatted obediently in front of Ruan Anlan, "Come up."

Ruan Anlan laughed triumphantly, climbed onto Gu Tingyuan's generous back obediently, and sighed with satisfaction.

"I think when you grow old, you will be a hundred times more handsome than Uncle Song."

"Oh, so you've been paying attention to this?" A sour tone.


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