Chapter 682

Mrs. song picked up another diamond ring, "this is the world famous ocean star blue diamond, 28 carats, I remember being photographed by him."

Tardy: "tardy"

It's not a pigeon egg, it's a big stone, OK!

If you wear it like this for a few days, your fingers will break

"Time is in a hurry, many of them don't have time to prepare." Mrs. song looked at her apologetically, "baby, what we owe you, we will compensate you slowly in the future."

Late put the ocean star back, suddenly turned around and hugged her, the voice said, "I don't care what compensation, you are still, is my happiest thing."

Mrs. song was stunned, and there was a surge of hot liquid in her eyes.

In this way, after staying in the Song family late, Mr. Wen certainly couldn't leave. Song Zhi had a lot of opinions about this. He always felt that there was a white rice in his family.

Mrs. song missed her daughter so much that she wanted to spend 24 hours with tardiness.

Many times, the three sons of song Tianxing want to exchange their feelings with Chi Wan. Mrs. song Leng didn't give them the chance to bully their daughter to death, and even didn't give face to Wen mo.

However, it was the daughter of the Song family, which only spread in the upper class of the imperial capital, not to the point that everyone knew.

Song Tianxing has already planned to choose an auspicious day to publicize his late identity. People who know about this do not dare to talk about it.

Moreover, people like them, who claim to be superior, can't talk gossip with everyone.

After three days in a row in the Song family, the task of every day is to stay with Mrs. song and talk about everything.

Chi Wan knew for the first time that her mother was still a microblog controller. It was so creepy!

"Baby, let me take a picture. I'll tweet." Mrs. song, holding a self portrait artifact, excitedly said, "I will be a net star by then."

It's so sad that I put a pose according to her request.

When she opened her microblog, Chi Wan casually asked, "Mom, what's your microblog's name? I'm going to pay attention. "

Hearing the speech, Mrs. song was stunned and quickly hid her iPad. She was not in a hurry to send a microblog.

"Ha ha, I'll take care of it. Baby, you can sit down for a while. I'll see if the food in the kitchen is ready."

She won't tell her daughter that her microblog name has been changed to - I'm going to give birth to monkey Ji to the goddess of the evening!

It's so damaging to her image!

Late helpless shrug, but there is no redundant association.

"Little night. "Finally seizing the opportunity, Song Zhi sat beside her and said," come on, give my brother a hug! "

Late night suspicious looked at him one eye, see this goods a face yearning pitiful appearance, can only smile bitterly to nod.

Song Zhi opened his arms and held her in his arms. In addition to contentment, he didn't feel any animal blood boiling.

Well, he was wrong.

"Song Zhi!"

The man's cool voice came with a trace of anger.

Song Zhi turned a deaf ear, calmly hugged his sister for a few seconds, then released his hand, and then raised his eyebrow to him, "I hugged my sister, do you have any opinion?"

Wen Mo's eyes narrowed in a dangerous radian. "If you can't find a wife, you can hold someone else's wife, and that's all you can do."

Song Zhi

For him, this is a unique way to kill!

"Come here." Wen Mo looks at Chi Wan and waves.

She obediently walked over, these days do not say intimate, the couple did not even say a few words, Wen Mo's resentment value has burst.