Su Yanyun raised her head.

This is a middle-aged woman who is not tall.

The jewel of the woman was wearing a black dress with complicated styles, but she couldn't hide her already blessed body. Her face was very thin and her eyes were big, but she couldn't stand the malicious gleam in it, which made her appetite uneasy.

Rao is someone like Su Yanyun who doesn't like to see people with tinted glasses, and has a very bad first impression of this middle-aged woman.

Rong Xuelong sneered contemptuously, took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and lazily shot back: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The middle-aged woman seemed to have expected Rong Xuelong's reaction early, she smiled indifferently, and twisted her waist extremely proudly, "Dignified Miss Rong's family, talking to the elders, not big or small. Thanks to elders like me. , Don't care about it."

While she said this, she turned away.

She made it clear that she didn't want to continue to struggle with Rong Xuelong.

"Oh, counsel!" Rong Xuelong sneered unceremoniously.

Su Yanyun had almost eaten, she and Rong Xuelong left arm in arm.

"Who is she?" she asked.

It seems to others that the two are so close, and Rong Xuelong takes care of her in every possible way, thinking that their relationship is normal, but the middle-aged woman wants to viciously call their relationship so unbearable, with obvious hostility. .

Su Yanyun had actually guessed who this person was.

"It was what I told you before, Mrs. Jiang." Rong Xuelong's answer confirmed her guess.

She pulled Su Yanyun closer, "Don't worry about what she said, anyway, she can't spit out ivory from her dog's mouth. You are my good sister-in-law, with a good baby in her belly. There are so many people here, I can I can't let you bump into it."

Said to be holding, in fact, she is equivalent to holding Su Yanyun in disguise.

Feeling her sister's caring care, Su Yanyun smiled softly: "I'm not so squeamish. If my sister really loves me, don't give me some tasks at work."

"Think beautifully." Rong Xuelong stretched out his hand and squeezed Su Yanyun's nose, "Don't follow your husband's nose, give you a flashlight, you can climb up the beam of light."

Su Yanyun was amused by Rong Xuelong's words.

Pick one of the good-looking skins, and the interesting souls.

And Sister Rong has a nice skin and an interesting soul, but her fun is undoubtedly only open to a few "owners".

In this regard, in fact, she is no different from Rong Linyi.

It's just that Rong Linyi behaves more seriously than his sister.

The night was slightly cool, and two beautiful women sat on the two-seater sofa near the large floor-to-ceiling windows, whispering topics that only two of them could hear.

"Sister, when did you say that the person who sent me something showed up?"

"Wait, he is not in a hurry, why are we in a hurry?"

Rong Xuelong didn't care.

"Xuelong, you are here." The two were chatting, and an awkward wife came over with a smile on her mouth, "Your mother asked me to tell you to come over."

"Okay Aunt Zhao, wait for me." Rong Xuelong's attitude towards Mrs. Zhao is undoubtedly different from others, and she looks much more cordial and kind.

Mrs. Zhao is Mrs. Rong's best friend, and she also watched Rong Xuelong grow up. Her words will not be false.

Rong Xuelong got up, and suddenly pointed at a handsome young man not far away: "You! Come here, and guard my baby Yanyun for me."