Nangong Li looked at Su Zimo who was still very beautiful. She stepped forward and said with a sweet smile, "madam, do you still remember Ali?"

Su Zimo looked at her with a smile and said, "Miss Nangong, remember, how can't you remember?"

And Qin poetry language, completely shocked!

How can the mother of the little Lord be so young?

A white dress, set off her as a fairy.

There is also the man in white beside her. He is the holy master of Cloud City?

It doesn't look like she's in her twenties or sixes.

This family is simply against the weather, which makes Qin Shiyu have a strong desire to join Cloud City.

"I have seen you, madam, Lord!" Qin poetry language low eyebrows, clever Yingying salute!

Every move of a lady in a big family is incisively and vividly displayed in an instant!

Su Zimo looks at Nangong Li in doubt. Which miss is this? She doesn't seem to know?

But without waiting for Nangong Li to open his mouth, Qin's poetic language reported to his family: "madam, the poem language is the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister of Qin. Qin's poetry language is a friend of Ali, and he has seen him twice."

"Oh Su Zimo nodded, "Miss Qin is polite." She couldn't help but look at Qin's poetry.

"Wow, brother, two beauties came to visit me this evening. It seems that your hongluan star has moved."

"Shut up!" Su oak took a cold look at the younger brother, who had never been serious.

Su Qi and Xin'er look at each other with a smile. They look at Nangong Li and Qin poetry.

"Ma'am, this is a cake made by Ali himself. I'd like to give it to his wife." Nangong Li hands the food box to Su Zimo.

"Miss Nangong, it's so late to let Miss Nangong worry about it. Why don't you have a snack with us?"

"Thank you very much, madam." Nangong Li is really down in his heart, as long as he is not driven out.

Su Zimo motioned to Muyun Xuan to take over the bamboo basket.

Mu Yunxuan strides past and takes over the bamboo basket in Nangong Li's hand.

Qin poetry language a look, instant embarrassment, she did not take anything, did not expect Nangong Li is already prepared!

Su Zimo looked at the son sitting not far away, indifferent.

There was also some helplessness in my heart. The two girls, under the banner of delivering cakes to her, were afraid that the idea of drunk was not wine. They had come to see Quercus.

Su purple Mo voice gently called out: "oak son, don't hurry up to greet your friends."

Su oak wanted to refuse, but he never refused his mother.

"Yes, mother!" Su oak warm voice answer, let Nangong Li slightly a Leng.

This kind of Su oak is really rare.

However, Nangong Li kept his head down, and he did not dare to look at Su oak.

With Su oak's intelligence, he must know what's going on tonight?

Su oak got up and gave a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He walked lazily to Nangong Li and looked down at his little woman with his head down.

Nangong Li looked at his toes, motionless, nervous to death.

Su oak's eyes, mapped to her heart, let her heart up and down, the heart beat violently, as if about to jump out of the same.

Seeing Su oak's focus on Nangong Li's eyes, Qin's poetic language instantly sounded an alarm bell. She said softly, "I've seen the little master in poetry!"

Su oak took back his eyes lazily and said in a low voice, "sit down!"

That light voice, seems to be suppressing their own temper, the corner of the eye clearly outflow a trace of unhappiness.

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