Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Tang Zhiyuan squinted, and he could almost burn two holes in Zhao Yi's hand.

And his jealousy, naturally can't escape Zhao Ke's eyes, she sneered: "Why, watching your Yunyun being held in the arms by others, is it uncomfortable?"

"I don't know what you are talking about!" Tang Zhiyuan adjusted his clothes, looked away, and fell on Tang Yu and the man named Sun Feifei.

He really didn't like Pei Qiqi very much before, but in comparison, he seemed to dislike Sun Feifei even more.

Said it is temperament, like a wooden beauty?

Tang Yu is sure to marry back, and sleep with a piece of wood every night?

Zhao Ke looked over with his gaze, and his gaze became a little deeper.

She knew that Pei Qiqi and Tang Yu had finished playing. Tang Yu's move was tantamount to announcing the candidate for future contacts. Feifei Sun's life was really good-Zhao Ke thought very uncomfortably.

However, she would rather be Sun Feifei, or any woman, better than Pei Qiqi.

At the end of the song, Tang Yu and Sun Feifei did not dance again, he politely sent her back to the original place.

"Tang Yu." Sun Feifei is a well-known pianist in China, and she is used to seeing the scene, but she really did not expect that Tang Yu would pick herself among so many girls tonight.

Now, her brows and eyes were feeling affectionate.

For tonight, she deliberately wore a white dress. Although she didn't show it, she tried to highlight the advantages of her figure. She believed Tang Yu would notice.

Tang Yu didn't notice, he just...randomly picked a girl who was not a bit similar to Pei Qiqi.

As for her appearance, her dress, and even her figure, he didn't take a closer look, nor did he go to sex.

He nodded slightly, "I will contact you and my secretary will call you."

Sun Feifei wanted to ask why he didn't fight it himself, but thinking of his identity, she felt that everything was so geographically appropriate.

Yes, that kind of aristocratic, British decent marriage, she has always longed for.

To become Mrs. Tang, you have to give the other party private space, she can understand.

If Sun Feifei had seen Tang Yu and Pei Qiqi get along, she would think that this kind of "aristocratic marriage" is a hell.

Tang Yu left quickly and walked back to Old Man Lin.

The old man put his finger on the crutches, and his eyes fell on his daughter Lin Yun.

His old eyes are not blind, he just saw Zhao Yi's little unruly moves, but man, what do you do with the rules? He really admired this kid, but Yun Yun didn't seem to accept it. He didn't want to jump just now, and was dragged by Zhao Yi again.

Of course, the old man looked at all directions and naturally saw Tang Zhiyuan about to vomit blood.

With a sneer in his heart, his daughter, who is knowledgeable and courteous, has talent and beauty, in Tang Zhiyuan's eyes, she is not as good as a torn shoe...

He didn't know Zhao Ke's past, he was just too lazy to talk about it. Besides, Lin Yun didn't mean to redeem it, and he didn't intervene much.

Now it seems that Tang Zhiyuan's heart is mostly regretful!

It’s just that in this world, where is there so much regret for taking medicine?

Tang Yu stood by his nostril, his nostril hummed, "Why don't you accompany Miss Sun too much? Where did you go with that ghost?"

Although Tang Yu was willing to find another companion, Mr. Lin knew that it would be difficult to use his mind for a while.