Qiao Huarong''s face is full of pretty smile. Anyway, Ji Ye is willing to pay attention to her. She is happy: "OK, I''ll give you a chance. Do you think I''m beautiful or she''s beautiful?"


    Ji Qianjun looked at Song Ci thoughtfully, "of course, she is beautiful."


    Qiao Huarong is about to be impatient. He bites Ji Qianjun''s clavicle with open teeth and claws, and flirts with others as if no one else.


    Ji Qianjun snorted bitterly and patted Qiao Huarong: "naughty, don''t make trouble. Why can''t you hear people finish? At that time, you were more beautiful. "


    Qiao Huarong was satisfied and said, "I hate it."


    Song Ci calmly smiles and looks at two people flirting, obediently, does not laugh does not make.


    Ji Qianjun''s remaining light sweeps Song Ci''s calm face without feeling jealous.


    The familiar face was so calm that he wanted to strangle her.


    Although, he knows, Song Ci is not an old friend.


    Ji Qianjun doesn''t pay attention to Song Ci any more. After all, it takes too much brain power to deal with the first love face of Song Ci, which is a face that can set off a war in his heart.


    He still plays with Qiao Huarong, a fierce and brainless man. Calm down, he hugs Qiao Huarong, and the two of them are friends.


    Song Ci looked politely at the stage, appreciating the beauties who appeared one after another, ignoring Qiao Huarong''s constant suppression of the demonstration.


    Women''s intrigue has always been scorned by Song Ci.


    Although she was looking at the stage, her mind was not there at all.


    Her brain is running fast, thinking about her next fate - tonight is the Spring Festival, she doesn''t think Ji Qianjun will let her go.


    Song Ci secretly told himself to learn to be good, put away his tusks, for his brother, for freedom.


    Although Ji Qianjun is talking and laughing with Qiao Huarong, his remaining light looks at Song Ci without any trace. The appearance of this woman is clearly intentional.


    Such a face is a coincidence. He really doesn''t believe it.


    But who sent her and what was her purpose?


    Ji Qianjun asked himself that he had so many enemies that he didn''t know who sent the Song Ci for a moment.


    Song Ci noticed Ji Qianjun''s eyes and showed a shy smile. Little tiger tooth was very cute.


    Inexplicably, Ji Qianjun felt that she was smiling in the neon confusion, but it was like a mask. Although she looked at the complicated stage, her eyes were not in the eye.


    Song Ci felt uncomfortable, because Lin Wanjin''s coveted eyes always fell on her, just like a wolf hiding in the dark, shining with oil green light, greedy and reckless looking at her.


    Song Ci can only comfort themselves - Mu Xiu Yu Lin, not afraid you look, afraid you don''t look.


    She clenched her fist and resisted the impulse to beat others. Lin Wanjin appreciated her.


    But She''s really hard.


    On her left is Lin Wanjin, and on her right are Ji Qianjun and Qiao Huarong, who fight more and more fiercely.


    She felt like a wolf on the left, a tiger on the right.


    If you think about it, can''t she avoid it?


    Song Ci leaned slightly and said softly to Ji Qianjun, "master Ji, I''ll go to the bathroom."


    Ji Qianjun nodded and Song Ci ran away immediately.


    The bright red clothes, the amorous feelings of demons, tut Tut, it is really beautiful.


    Ji Qianjun even felt that even if it wasn''t for his first love face, he was extremely interested in Song Ci.


    Because, temperament, this kind of thing, has always been unclear.