Bravely, song Jiabei called directly.

Sure enough, it was Uncle Tang Jinglun who answered the phone.

"Yes?" The tone and attitude were very unfriendly.

"Brother, I'm looking for Tang Jinglin." Song Jiabei has some nervous openings, and some lack of confidence.

The implication is that I will talk to Jinglin instead of you.

"Jing Lin is not here. You can tell me what you want to say." No chance to talk to Britney at all.

"This... Doesn't seem convenient?" Song Jiabei prevaricated, anyway, even if not willing to hang up.

"Well, since you don't want to say it, I don't want to force it." Tang Jinglun's voice was lazy and he didn't care. He was ready to hang up.

"Brother, wait a minute." Song Jiabei obviously wants to please.

It turned out that he was hated again. "Don't call me brother, I'm not your big brother."

Song Jiabei: "... It's really poisonous!

"Today's matter is that I'm wrong. I'll come to the door and apologize some day, but the matter of Jinglin and I is the matter of both of us. I also hope that elder brother has a lot of... Things"

implication. You should be less involved in the matter of both of us, as if you could manage what you said?

After hearing his words, Tang Jinglun could not help but snort: "love is a matter of two people. Marriage is a matter of two families. You'd better think about it well..."

"we haven't reached the time of marriage. You can't stop us from meeting, let alone let Jinglin answer the phone!"

Song Jiabei is full of anger. Speaking of these things, he can't be aggrieved. However, his brain has said everything he should or shouldn't have said.

"Oh, how can I do it is not up to you!" Then I hung up.

Song Jiabei wants to say something more. There is only a busy tone of Dudu at the end of the phone.

"Shit!" Song Jiabei's lungs were about to explode, and he was almost thrown out by his cell phone.

"Who has offended us, song Xiaoye? How can we be so angry?"

At this time, Yang Zheng and his classmates ran over. Seeing that he was so angry, he couldn't help joking.

Song Jiabei looked up and saw Yang Zheng, who was gloating, and took out his pocket and stuffed the ticket for him.

"Have fun."

"Hey, you're leaving. Why buy us two bottles of water?"

Listen to Yang Zheng's voice of pushing forward, song Jiabei turns around and stares at him severely. Seeing that his guy smiles, he continues to stride forward and leaves in a taxi on the side of the road.

After song Jiabei left, Yang Zheng immediately put his arms around his classmates' shoulders and said excitedly, "go in and play."

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the other side.

Tang Jinglin came back to her room downstairs and saw that her brother had just put down her mobile phone. She could not help frowning.

"Brother, look at my cell phone?" Tang Jinglin is very dissatisfied. Her brother is really going too far.

"Some people are better off staying away." Tang Jinglun's face was expressionless, as if he had never touched his sister's cell phone at all.

Tang Jinglin flat mouth, what is some people, that is her boyfriend, OK?

"Talk to you, do you hear me?" Seeing her look of oil and salt, Tang Jinglun warned again with cold face.

Tang Jinglin was discontented. She murmured, "I know that in my own mind."

"What number do you have? I don't think you have a clue."

Tang Jinglun was so iron and steel that he reached out and rubbed his sister's forehead, and walked out helplessly.