Chapter 165

"Is it the same as mine?" Su muxue asked nearby.

Shen Peiyi nodded:

"All three of us are the same."

"That's good."

Jiang listened to Xu reach out and take it:

"Thank you."

Just didn't open it and put it directly into the bag on your back.

Who knows

"Gift? Open it and have a look. What good thing is it to open our eyes?"

In an instant, the three looked at each other at the same time.

Su muxue frowned in an instant:

"Ancient poetry, how can it be you? Haunted?"

"Su muxue, is this your Su family's territory? Don't compare blindly."

Jiang Tingxu saw ancient poetry many years ago. Unexpectedly, over the past ten years, everyone seems to have not changed much.

I came back from listening to Su muxue's ancient poetry. I didn't expect to meet so soon!

Enemies, love enemies, meet, nature is particularly jealous.

Looking at Jiang congxu's eyes, the ancient poem really wants to peel the skin and tendons:

"Oh, I don't know what dirty means I used to force brother Mo to really marry you!"

An orphan, how can the Mohists see it?

Who would have believed it if it hadn't been for underhand means?

Jiang listened to Xu's expression very calm from beginning to end, including now.

In the words of ancient poetry, the mockery on the lips evokes:

"Really? Then why don't you talk to your brother Mo and let him divorce!"

If you can really do it, you have to thank!

Ancient poetry did not expect such a response. For a moment, I didn't know how to answer back.

"You..."

"What am I? Didn't you say that?"

Mo Boyuan noticed the movement here for the first time, and put the wine cup in his hand into the hand of old four Cao Chi:

"Take it."

"Oh, OK, second brother."

Then he saw that his second brother had walked over there, and naturally several people followed.

When Mo Boyuan came, Jiang listened to Xu's hand and ate a small cake, while others, even Su muxue and Shen Peiyi, looked indignant, let alone ancient poetry.

As an ancient poem says, I didn't see the man who had come because I turned my back to the back:

"Jiang Tingxu, don't think I dare not do anything to you with Su muxue? It's as easy to deal with you as it was in those years!"

However, before Jiang Tingxu had time to answer, the man who had just arrived had said:

"Really? Then Miss Gu can try!"

Hearing the sound, the ancient poem quickly turned around. When I saw the man standing behind me, I was stunned:

"Mo... Brother Mo!"

Mo Boyuan glanced coldly at the ancient poetry, and the man had walked to the man sitting on the sofa:

"Are you okay?" asked.

Hearing Xu's smile, Jiang stood up and handed the small cake in his hand:

"Here you are."

Um?

Looking at the cake in his hand, which was full of cream, moboyuan was full of disgust in his eyes.

Just, but still not willing to throw it away.

After all, my wife gave it to me!

And Jiang Tingxu has come to the ancient poetry.

The ancient poem couldn't help taking a step back:

"What are you doing?" asked.

Then I thought about so many people here. How could this woman do anything? Secretly relieved.

But just then

"Pa!"

Such a loud applause attracted everyone's eyes in the hall.

The ancient poetry is full of disbelief and covers his face with one hand.

"Miss Gu, I've remembered things for a long time.

This slap is interest.

After that, you'd better not appear in front of me, otherwise, I'll hit you once I see you! "