When the cold looked at the son, and swept out of the window, black eyes slightly narrowed.
He attached himself to the remote control on the coffee table and gently controlled a key. Suddenly, the front wall slowly opened, and behind it was a large LCD screen.
"If you like it so much, I'll show you." He said, gently controlling another key.
Suddenly inside the screen, the dining room and living room of the villa in front appear, while song Qinghuan is sitting at the dining table, eating a big meal.
As she ate, she scolded angrily: "the dead, the rotten, the nervous, the big bastard, the villain, the rotten hen,! @#$$#R#……”
Anyway, a series of swearing, eat a curse, simply can't stop.
Lying on one side of the child, secretly looked at his master, eyes inside seem strange: in the end is you want to see just open, or think I want to see just open?
But soon, it looks at Song Qinghuan in pingmu, and spits out its tongue, indicating that it likes it very much.
Song Qinghuan's mobile phone rings as a rush bell rings.
She got through and pressed the hands-free button, then continued to eat while talking on the phone: "what can I do for you?"
The phone call was from her good friend Mei Jun, who frowned slightly in such an unhappy tone: "what's the matter? Huanhuan, I find something wrong with you recently! Said, "is there something you're hiding from me?"
Song Qinghuan gave a "ah Wu", took a mouthful, and then hummed back: "I don't understand what you mean, so there's something wrong."
Mei Jun hummed twice: "today Saturday, you didn't find me."
Song Qinghuan also hummed along with her: "I haven't called you for many Saturdays. OK, I'm not just your friend."
Mei Jun said: "you call me every Saturday. If you don't call me this Saturday, it's definitely because you called me yesterday or the day before yesterday. You know I won't talk to you if I have no time."
"You don't stink so much." Song Qinghuan doesn't want to talk to her anymore: "I'm having dinner. It's nothing. I'll hang up..."
Mei Jun cut off her words: "wait, Huanhuan, are you in love?"
Song Qinghuan couldn't roll his eyes: "talk to you?"
Mei Jun pondered, but the phone rang for a while, and there was no sound. Just when song Qinghuan wanted to hang up again, she said, "I went to your rental room today. They said you moved, but a man helped you move. Qinghuan, isn't your brother missing?"
"Oh, yes, I moved. It's not my brother, it's my husband!" Song Qinghuan said quietly.
But Mei Jun was so scared that she almost fell from her chair: "what do you say?"