Live Broadcast: I Am The Master Of Flirting!

Just as the man finished his words, suddenly, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a woman walking in wearing a black leather skirt, high heels, sunglasses, and a white mink scarf in her hand.

Song Yao took off her sunglasses and looked at the group of people in front of her with a half-smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Haha, it turns out to be Mr. Song. What's wrong? You are not welcome here today. We can send you back. Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

Song Yao's lips curved up with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh, really? Since you don't welcome me, you don't have to invite me."

"Who said you are not welcome? Mr. Song, please don't think too much! 17

Song Yao looked at the two people in front of her, shook her head with a smile, turned around, and was about to leave.

The moment 417 left, her eyes suddenly stopped on the cake on the table nearby.

Song Yao paused, turned around, took the piece of cake, and carefully looked at the pattern carved on it.

Then, she looked at the two people in front of her with a smile, and said slowly: "This, I remember, this cake should be the birthday of an old woman named Zhang."

As soon as Song Yao finished speaking, she saw the woman's face change suddenly.

"V3..."

"What? Did I say something wrong? You just said you wouldn't welcome me, and now you're stopping me from leaving. Do you want to kill someone to silence (bifi)?"

"You are talking nonsense, you are slandering me!" The woman was angry, and her whole body was shaking with anger.

Song Yao sneered and shook the cake in her hand: "Your reaction just now is enough to explain everything, isn't it?"

She put the cake to the tip of her nose and smelled it: "This cake is fresh and tastes very fresh. It should have been made since last night, right?"

"This cake is a special chocolate cake. I guess it was made by Grandma Zhang herself."

After she said that, she raised her legs to sleep and walked forward.

The woman behind him hurriedly caught up.

Song Yao turned back and glanced at her: "Why, you are still not willing to give up? I advise you to stay where you are and don't move. Otherwise, if the cake shatters on the ground, you can't afford to pay for it!"

Song Yao left these words and left without fear.

The words she just said have already confirmed this woman's guilt.

When Song Yao returned to her seat, Tong Zihan was sitting on the chair, eating fruit quietly and elegantly.

"You're quite free." Song Yao smiled, sat down opposite him, then took an apple and bit it in half.

Tong Zihan raised her head and glanced at her with deep eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly: "I'm only responsible for eating."

Song Yao curled her lips, ignored him, and continued to eat the food in her hand.

Tong Zihan took a fork, poked a piece of strawberry cake and handed it to Song Yao's mouth. His tone was as gentle as jade: Yun

Song Yao glanced at him and took a bite of the cake politely.

"Is it sweet?" Tong Zihan asked.

Song Yao chewed it a few times and swallowed it. She nodded: "Yes, you guy can actually cook."

"Um."

Tong Zihan responded lightly.

At this time, there was a burst of applause from the stage.

Song Yao and Tong Zihan looked up together and saw a younger girl standing on the stage, singing and dancing.

She sang folk songs and her singing voice was very contagious.

When the song ended, there was a round of applause from the audience. .