Chapter 897 (1/2)
”I don't gamble. I'm afraid I can't wear the underpants I lost.”
”But I always thought that Hermione would come.” Tang added.
”You feel, you feel, you always feel I still feel that Huo Mian can divorce Su ye? ” Wei liaobai took a look at him and always thought that most of Tang Chuan's guesses were not reliable.
There are so many people on this occasion. Huo mianlai Not right?
At this time, a guest coming in at the door attracted attention again
”Poetry in Song Dynasty? Why is she here? ” Seeing song Yishi, Tang Chuan is quite surprised. In my impression, she and Su ye are not very familiar, are they?
”Happy birthday, Su Shao.” Song Yishi's lower body is red broad legged trousers and upper body is white short sleeves.
Although it's early winter outside, Su Yu's villa is full of enthusiasm. Most of the guests are wearing summer clothes.
”Thank you.”
”My father went to another place for a meeting. I came on behalf of my father. Please forgive me.” Song Yishi is really a social expert.
Every frown and smile is just right. It doesn't make people feel uncomfortable.
Mayor song paid close attention to Su Yu's birthday and asked song Yishi to come and bring gifts.
That's because the old man of the Su family has too much face. He is such a precious grandson. Who dares to offend?
”This is the calligraphy and painting that my father asked me to bring to Su Shao.” The Song Dynasty handed over the cylinder with poetry.
”Thank mayor song for me.” Su Yu is calm on the face, and has been used to dealing with these bureaucrats for many years.
”I heard Are su Shao and Huo Mian good friends? ”
Song Yishi suddenly asked, Su Yu looked up at her quietly, don't know what she meant?
At this time, song Yishi said, ”Huo Mian and I are also friends. She is very nice and I like her very much.”
”Oh, is it?” Su Yu's reaction was very mild.
He doesn't like to be tested for his relationship with Hermione, or he doesn't think he has anything to do with Hermione now?
Like a person, I don't say, I he is wrong?
In the distance, Jiang Xiaowei looked at Song Yishi and whispered, ”I don't like this song Yishi.”
”Why?” Wei Liao was a little surprised.
”No reason. It's a feeling. It's a feeling at first sight.”