Chapter 45： He looked coldly at Song Worry

One pulls, one pulls, and Song has no trouble.

When Song Yongmei touched the cold eyes of Gu Yu, his back could not help but cool.

But when I thought that Song Worry would lose face in front of so many people, she would dare to be bold and smile at Gu Xiao.

"Gu Shao, no worries. She said, my older sister will, she will. My older sister will not, she will."

Song Wuxi looked at Gu Yu, a look of ‘you want to help me’.

Gu Yan looked at her and then looked at Song Yongmei coldly: "I said she won't, she won't!"

Song Yumei saw the expression of Song Wuyou, and she even wanted to tease her.

She knows more about Song Worry. She loosens the hand of Song Worry and deliberately provokes her: "No worries, you won't even play the guzheng?"

"..."

"You didn't say very embarrassed before, what is better than big sister?"

"..."

“Now is not a good opportunity?”

"..." Song Wushou hesitated.

"I will know that you will not be anything, except for arrogance or arrogance." Song Yongmei saw Song Wushou hesitant, then his mouth came forward and said with a smile.

Her voice is well controlled. Besides Gu Yu, others can't hear clearly.

"Who said it?" Song heard nothing, suddenly dissatisfied with Song Yongmei: "Who said that I will only arrogantly nothing?"

Seeing her reaction, Song Yumei was happy.

She knew that this Song Worry could not stand others to provoke her.

It is even more unbearable for others to compare her with Song Yuyue. She is very angry.

When Gu Yu heard it, the light was swaying and he looked coldly at Song Wu.

"You will play the guzheng, isn't it?" Song Xiaomei asked.

Song has no sorrow, and some arrogant, "only the guzheng, how can you not play?"

"Song has no worries, enough!" Gu Yu pulled her and let her back from the sofa, warning her coldly: "Convergence your temper!"

Will not be, what to install?

"Is it a bad temper to play the zither?" Song sorrowed and blinked, pretending to be incomprehensible, some lovely and arrogant.

"Song Haoyue will not play, how can you play?" Gu Yu cold.

That frame is not a guzheng at all!

Song has no worries, sneer in his heart, in his heart, Song Haoyue will not, she can not?

He said this, sitting on the face of Song Haoyue in front of the piano frame.

"She won't, it doesn't mean me or not!" Song Wuxi opened the hand of Gu Yu, and suddenly stood up and walked toward Song Yuyue, and said with enthusiasm: "I will let you today." I know, I will play this piano! Hey!"

How proud she is, how proud she is.

This kind of she gives a feeling of clown.

"Hey, come quickly." Before Song Wushou arrived, Mrs. Song quickly pulled Song Haoyue up.

The corner of his eye smugly glanced at Song without worry, this monk, began to die again, to lose face.

Gu Shuguang is cold, and in the depths that others can't see, there is a complicated meaning to pass.

He looked coldly at Song Wushou, this dead woman, how can we get rid of this bad temper?

Song Yuyue got up and gave Song Wushui a position.

Song Wuzhe, like taking the stage to receive the award, happily came to sit in front of the piano frame.

Looking at the piano in front of her eyes, she hooked her lips and showed a smile.

Just the body, you know that it is a good piano!

She raised her hand and stroked the strings.

"嗡嗡嗡~~~~"