Chapter 672

"Sit down." Finally, song Tianxing spoke, and six people sat on the sofa.

Wen Mo didn't take the seat by his side late at night.

Song Zhi patted him on the shoulder, "well, don't be sour. We've been close to her for more than a year. We're just the first day."

Wen Mo felt as if this was the case, so they came.

Mrs. song raised her hand to touch Chi Wan's face, but she instinctively avoided it.

This scene made Mrs. song's nose sour and immediately shed tears. "I knew you must be blaming me. It's my fault that I didn't protect you well. Wu..."

Late see her cry, helpless pinch fingers, want to coax and don't know how to coax.

“…… Sorry, I didn't mean to. Don't cry. I don't blame you, really! "

She's just not used to being touched by strangers. It's a subconscious reaction.

"If you don't blame me, why don't you call me mom?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. song cried more fiercely, she was not the kind of wailing, but the kind of low sobbing, very distressing.

“……”

After a long struggle, although she is now said to be the daughter of the Song family, everything is like a dream, with no sense of reality at all.

But her tangle, finally lost to Mrs. song heartbroken tears.

Her heart a horizontal, difficult to open the red lips.

"Well Mom... "

"Ah

The lady who was still crying in the last second turned into a smiling face in the next second. When her tears were wiped, her smiling face showed that she was pretending!

"Baby girl, come on, kiss one."

Tardy: "tardy"

There's something wrong with her mother's painting style.

Song Tianxing's eyes smile, "you, don't scare your daughter."

His wife is very good at living in front of people. She is a well-known lady, but she is a child in private. Song Zhixie's taste is inherited from her.

"Sister." Song Yan looked at her.

"Well." A late reply.

"Sister." He called me again.

"Well."

"Sister!"

Late face dew doubt, "small Yan, exactly how?"

Song Yan showed a big smile on his face, which was absolutely rare, and the gloom between his eyebrows and eyes was swept away.

"Nothing, I just want to call you."

Late looking at him, dog dependent on their own eyes, the heart is not soft, gently touched his hair.

"My dear brother."

Song Yan's face turned red, holding her arm, eyes bright, such as falling stars.

Song Zhi came over and said, "little night, what about me?"

Late night looked at him, just want to call brother, but see his long sigh!

"Well I'm also poor. The woman I want to chase has become a sister. The baby is suffering a little. "

Late speechless help amount, broke through the psychological barrier, some difficult said, "brother, don't make trouble."

Hearing her address, Song Zhi smiles and stares at her pretty eyebrows.

"When women are gone, it's not bad to have more than one sister who is a fan of ten thousand people."

Smell speech, late a little shy shot, pursed mouth a curved lip appearance, very beautiful.

It turned out that she was his own sister. No wonder he only met her once and felt that he liked her very much.

Maybe it's a fate for their brother and sister.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Song Tianxing suddenly coughed violently, his face turned red, and his heart and lungs seemed to be coughing.

When the crowd looked at him, he coughed again.