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The smile on her delicate goose like face became gentler and gentler, but from Song Shuyao's point of view, this Song Qinghuan was no longer the weak and easily bullied person of the past. She was obviously smiling, but her eyes revealed a chilling gaze that made her feel fear for the first time!

The first time they had confronted each other, Song Shuyao had fled.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were filled with disgust as she was about to throw away the cigarette in her hand. The next moment, the sound of a lighter came from behind the curtain. Song Qinghuan walked over in shock and pulled open the curtain.

On the balcony, Xu Ningzhou's handsome face was lit up in the corner where the fire had lit up. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. After which, he raised his eyes to look at the woman behind the smoke.

Xu Ningzhou, in his previous life, Song Qinghuan didn't know much about him. The only thing she knew was that Song Shuyao really liked him to the point of being obsessed with him. The two of them even developed a couple.

Couple huh...

Song Qinghuan smirked and walked over. She put the lady's cigarette in her hand to her lips and took a sip from the tip of the cigarette. The cigarette that had just been extinguished immediately lit up.

Song Qinghuan exhaled a mouthful of smoke towards his handsome face, the smoke making Xu Ningzhou knit his brows.

"It's the first time we've met. A woman blowing smoke at a man is a very bad hint." Xu Ningzhou leaned against the balcony and teased as he spoke, giving off a lazy aura.

This Xu Ningzhou was not the cold-faced CEO that Song Qinghuan remembered.

Song Qinghuan slightly raised her brows. She actually felt that Xu Ningzhou had just heard his voice not too long ago. She shook her head.

Song Qinghuan blinked her eyes playfully and retorted with a smile: "Really? Then you eavesdrop on our conversation, "he waved the cigarette between his fingers," what is your hint?

After all, none of them had discovered that there was a third person present at the start.

But Xu Ningzhou didn't. He had watched the entire process, and saw that the Song Shuyao who had acted so innocent and cute in front of him seemed to have changed her appearance.

Xu Ningzhou flicked the ash off his cigarette, and with the usual arrogant attitude of a young master, he used his finger to grab onto Song Qinghuan's chin and started to study her.

Song Qinghuan was forced to raise her head and look Xu Ningzhou in the eye. Xu Ningzhou's finger still had the faint smell of tobacco and grass, instead of choking on his nose, it was suffused with a special cold fragrance.

Song Qinghuan had a pair of large clear black eyes, like a pair of top-grade obsidian stones. Under the night sky, they emitted a cold luster, as dazzling as the stars.

Similar!

Just like the pair of eyes he remembered, Xu Ningzhou clicked his tongue and Song Qinghuan pushed away the tip of his finger as she took a step back.

"It's our first time meeting each other, your actions can be said to be …" Song Qinghuan's clear and melodious voice carried a unique tone, "Sexual, coquettish, annoying."

Using the words of the other person to block her, Song Qinghuan's mood immediately became good. She threw the beauty in her hand into the trash can and calmly left the lounge with her straight white legs.

The little kitten with claws, Xu Ningzhou, smiled. Looking at Song Qinghuan's back, his eyes were filled with complex emotions that others couldn't understand.

Song Qinghuan once again returned to the banquet hall. Song Shuyao, who was chatting with someone, saw the provocative and proud look on her face.

At this moment, a waiter carrying a tray bumped into Song Qinghuan from behind. On the tray, there was a red wine cup and it spilled onto Song Qinghuan's back.

"Sorry, sorry."

The waiter apologized in panic while Song Qing laughed and said it didn't matter.

Red wine instantly spread over her dress, soaking her skin in it which was extremely sticky and uncomfortable. At this moment, Xia Ruannan walked over with a smile and said, "There are spare clothes in the lounge. Huanhuan and mom are coming."

Without giving Song Qinghuan a chance to speak, Xia Runan brought her away.

Only Song Qinghuan knew that the strength of Xia Runan's wrist was extremely strong against her gentle and harmless face.

Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes as she looked at Xia Runan tightly clenching her wrist, as well as the smug expression on Song Shuyao's face. She instantly understood.

This scene was probably something that Xia Runan had planned beforehand.

Xia Ruannan pulled Song Qinghuan around the old lady's resting lounge and entered the next resting lounge. After entering, Xia Ruannan locked the door and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking at Song Qinghuan with hatred instead of a smile on her face.

Song Qinghuan was about to sit on the sofa opposite her when Xia Ruannan coldly said, "Did I allow you to sit?!"

"Hmm?" After Song Qinghuan sat down, she smiled and said, "This place is surnamed Song. Do I need the permission of a foreigner to sit down?"

It was rare for Xia Runan to be confused by her abnormal attitude. After a few seconds, she shouted angrily: "Song Qinghuan! You still have me in your eyes? Am I being too indulgent to you? It was you who dared to burn cigarettes on your sister's arm with your grandmother's backing, and now you even dare to mock me! "

Perhaps it was because there were no other people around, but the anger that Xia Runan had been enduring these days finally burst out. "I can't control you anymore, can I?!"

The way she acted was as if Song Qinghuan had done something unforgivable.

A mocking smile appeared on Song Qinghuan's face. The two of them were indeed mother and daughter. Especially when they faced each other, the hatred that they did not know of was godly.

However, this time, she would not lower her head.

Song Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at the woman sitting across her. With a cold expression, she said: "Lady Xia, put away that fake face of yours. Aren't you tired?"

"What did you call me!" Xia Runan suddenly stood up with a pale face and scolded her.

Song Qinghuan's right leg was crossed over her left leg. She rested her elbow on the armrest of the sofa. With a lazy posture and a mocking smile, she said: "Lady Xia, maybe I should call you Auntie Xia who succeeded in becoming Little San?"

Ah!" Xia Ruannan collapsed onto the sofa as if she was out of energy.