The cool night of the stars promise you a lifetime

Thin night sink saw song Xingliang's reluctance.

How can such a bold little girl be willing to be arranged to learn etiquette?

He moved the wheelchair to the sofa. "Aunt is so busy. How can I bother you? I'll just come. I'll ask the etiquette teacher to teach Xingliang."

At this time, the old lady opened her mouth, "I think Xingliang's true nature is very good. Our family should have someone who doesn't have too many rules to treat those people."

Song Xingliang looked at the old lady in surprise.

I didn't expect the old lady to speak for her.

In her heart, she liked the old lady more and more.

Several people sat on the sofa chatting. Later, Yan Ruyi was old and had some mental problems.

Before ten o'clock, I felt tired.

She yawned and sighed, "it's really old. Unlike your young people, who are energetic, cool and shen'er, grandma can't entertain you. I have to go to have a rest. This old bone can't hold up."

Bo Yunge went up to hold the old lady, "Mom, please slow down."

Walking to the stairs, Bo Yunge turned back and said to Bo yeshen and song Xingliang, "Xingliang, you and yeshen go back first, have a good rest and come back when you have time."

The two said goodbye to Bo Yunge and left the old house of Bo family.

On the way back, song Xingliang was worried.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "you don't really want to invite me a etiquette teacher? I don't want to learn."

Bo yeshen felt that if he hired a etiquette teacher, the teacher would be angry within two days.

She said she didn't want to. Naturally, Bo yeshen won't be forced. "You can't learn, but you still have to do it, otherwise it's hard to explain."

Song Xingliang can understand.

Not only do you have to explain to Aunt Bo Yunge, but also block the mouth of those fault seekers in the Bo family.

Bo yeshen is quite popular. Song Xingliang must have no problem.

Since it's just a show, please invite the teacher and let the etiquette teacher sleep in the room

It is estimated that song Xingliang will never learn etiquette in his life.

Back to the imperial brocade palace, Bo yeshen went to the study.

Song Xingliang took a bath in the room and felt comfortable all over.

Wiping his hair out of the bathroom, he heard the mobile phone on the table ringing.

She looked at it. It was a strange number.

Generally, song Xingliang won't answer a stranger's call.

She intended to ignore the past, but the caller seemed too persistent.

Stop and ring, stop and ring, no less than five times.

Song Xingliang was annoyed and frowned to answer the phone.

Before she opened her mouth, the man opposite immediately yelled, "have you lived a good life with your father, so I can't remember who gave birth to you?"

Song Xingliang was surprised to be familiar with the sharp female voice.

It was Qin Fei, her "good mother", who called.

She has been in Beicheng for so long and suddenly called. Did she have a conscience?

Song Xingliang hooked his lips, and a sneer overflowed from his lips, "what's the matter?"

"Song Xingliang, what's your attitude?" Qin Fei's angry voice reached her ear.

Song Xingliang unconsciously took his mobile phone away.

She didn't speak.

Qin Fei's anger was not responded and gradually calmed down.

"There's nothing wrong. I just want to tell you that the house in my hometown has been sold. I'll call you to the bank card for the money. I'll save some money on weekdays. I'm married and have my own family in the future. I don't have to go back and forth in the future."