Sang Tingyu's face darkened and his eyes became cold, "Xiaojiu, don't be like your second brother."
Sang Jiu pursed her lips in frustration and continued to shake his arm.
Sang Tingyu is a gentleman. He never likes to watch women's dramas of jealousy. He devotes himself wholeheartedly to his work. He is only responsible for the relatives of the Sang family.
In his eyes, Sangjiu is just arrogant, but has no harmful intentions. It is just the thoughts of a child, hoping that the whole world will revolve around her. This is not wrong, after all, she is still young.
"Brother, I was wrong."
She pursed her lips, and now she said nothing obediently, knowing that Sang Tingyu didn't like it.
Sang Tinggu looked at Sheng Mian from time to time.
Sheng Mian had now reached a viewing platform in the distance. The mountains here were high and she could see the magnificent night view in the distance.
It was like the Milky Way scattered on the ground. This was the first time she saw the imperial capital from this angle.
When she was sitting on the stone bench, Fu Yancheng raised his hand and scratched the end of her hair.
"Has your hair grown longer again?"
Her hair used to be shoulder-length short, but now she can wear it in a ponytail.
He picked up a strand of hair with his fingertips and asked her, "Do you want to tie it up?"
Sheng Mian shook his head, but saw that there was a black hair tie on his wrist.
On weekdays, except for a watch, Fu Yancheng had no other ornaments on his hands, but today he was wearing a headband.
Her gaze stayed for a few seconds longer.
Fu Yancheng suddenly felt embarrassed, "Before I came here, I thought your hair was a little longer now, and you might want to tie it up halfway through, so I put on a headband."
Sheng Mian suddenly laughed out loud, grabbed his wrist and checked it repeatedly.
It was obviously just a gadget worth a few dollars, but it felt like it cost millions when worn on his slender wrist bones.
"Fu Yancheng, please don't take off the headband from your wrist in the future, okay?"
"You like it?"
"Um."
"Okay, then I'll keep it for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him. Someone came to call them, saying that the king crab was ready.
Seafood should be eaten while it's hot, otherwise it won't taste good.
He grabbed Sheng Mian's hand and went to the middle table without shying away from everyone.
The chef has already brought the king crab over on a dinner plate, and the crab meat can be peeled off easily.
Sheng Mian took a sip and narrowed her eyes with satisfaction.
There were other people sitting at this table, and everyone was tasting seafood, but these things were commonplace to them, and might not be as attractive as a bowl of instant noodles, so when they saw Sheng Mian's expression, some people sneered.
But because Fu Yancheng was sitting here, no one dared to say anything.
After the mulberry wine was ready, she sat down one meter away from Shengmian.
The tone is coquettish.
"Ms. Sheng is very easy to coax. A portion of king crab will make you happy."
Fu Yancheng's face suddenly darkened, "You can't talk when you eat or sleep. Didn't the Sang family teach you?"
Sang Jiu's eyes suddenly turned red and he leaned towards Sang Tinggu.
"Brother..."
Sang Tingyu looked at Fu Yancheng. Since he arrived here, the two of them had not said a word.
He doesn't like Fu Yancheng, and Fu Yancheng naturally doesn't like him either.
"Mr. Fu's words are too much. Xiaojiu just asked out of concern."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sheng Mian asked, "I heard that Miss Sang has a heart disease. Did the doctor specifically say how many years she can live?"
Seeing that Sang Tingyu's expression became darker, she raised her eyes and smiled at him, "I'm just worried about Miss Sang's health, so I asked out of concern."
She returned Sang Tingyu's words, which made him a little stunned for a moment.
After reacting, he frowned and saw Sang Jiu patting the table.
"Sheng Mian, what do you think you are?"
What greeted her was two men scolding her, "Shut up."
One is from Fu Yancheng and the other is from Sang Tingyu.
Sang Tingyu raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, "Don't talk to your peers like that."
Sang Jiu's eyes suddenly turned red, "Brother, aren't you on my side?"
"I stand."
He took the tissue aside and wiped her cheek. Seeing that she was really crying, he suddenly panicked.
"Xiaojiu, if you feel unhappy, I will take you out alone to play. I will postpone the official business for a few days and ask your second brother to come and accompany you immediately. You can go wherever you want, and don't be so noisy with others."
Sang Jiu felt much more comfortable, sobbing.
"Brother, what you are saying is that I don't have to worry about others like this."
Others on the side also quickly paid attention to her.
"Ms. Sang, eat this. This recipe was adapted from Michelin and is a new product developed by the chef."
"Ms. Sang, my family built a hotel in the desert not long ago. If you like novel things, you can go and experience it. It's all free of charge."
When Sang Jiu cried, everyone gathered around her.
The corners of her mouth curved up, she looked at Sheng Mian, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
If Sheng Mian was wronged, these people would only rejoice in his misfortune. This is the difference between the two of them.
How pitiful.
She sneered in her heart. In fact, she didn't want to cry. She knew that her eldest brother was 100% on her side. Her eldest brother and her mother were the ones who pampered her without any bottom line. As long as she didn't kill people or set fires, they were willing to cover up for her.
