I am fickle

Song Zhiye raised his eyebrows at Ms. He in embarrassment, and said, "Sure enough, he is my good brother. I didn't give you so many paintings for nothing."

Song Heyu gave him a blank look, and said, "The flagon jug you smashed and the paintings and calligraphy you damaged are all the most valuable."

When Ms. He saw them talking one after another, she was left aside in the cold.

After all, she was also from a big family. Although she was angry, she still put on a gentle and considerate look: "Heyu, it was Manzi who said something wrong. Manzi apologized to Mr. Song."

Knowing how to bow his head, but Song Zhiye didn't accept her hypocritical apology, "Miss He, your smile is really far-fetched and ugly." Song Zhiye kept shaking his head.

"Heyu..." Ms. He didn't look at Song Zhiye, instead she pulled Song Heyu's sleeve and looked at Song Heyu pitifully.

Song He remained motionless, and Song Zhiye beside him couldn't help shivering, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid when I think of you eating and sleeping with such a woman."

Ms. He pretended not to hear Song Zhiye's words, but she still had a smile on her face: "Heyu, can you choose rouge for me? I heard that Hongjin shop has a new peach blossom rouge."

Miss He's hand tightly held Song Heyu's arm, and Song Heyu replied flatly: "Miss He likes it, then go."

These words seemed to be addressed to Ms. He and also to Song Zhiye. The three words of Ms. He completely separated them.

The owner of the rouge shop naturally knew them, so he showed them the best rouge on purpose, and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Song, please buy Miss He a box of rouge. They are all of the best quality. The lady wears absolutely beautiful rouge." Three points."

Miss He lowered her head and smiled shyly.

Song Zhiye picked up a box of rouge, gently opened the white jade cover, and said, "You don't need these vulgar things for a good-looking appearance. It seems that Miss He is still a bit short."

Song Zhiye really didn't like this He Manzi from the bottom of his heart, such a woman was really not worthy of Song Heyu, so he sighed several times.

Miss He raised her eyes and said, "That's right, I think Mr. Song will be very suitable if he uses it."

"Really?" Song Zhiye smelled the rouge in his hand.

"Why, Mr. Song really want to try?" Ms. He smiled softly, but to Song Zhiye, it seemed like the cry of a crow.

Song Heyu tried to take away the rouge in his hand, and said: "Brother Song, stop making trouble, let me pick out two boxes of rouge for Miss He."

Song Zhiye gently pushed him away, took a step forward, and shook his head: "Try, of course I have to try, but it's better to find delicate flowers."

In such an instant, a box of rouge was randomly smeared on Ms. He's face, and Ms. He yelled angrily, "I'm going to kill you."

Song Zhiye laughed loudly: "This is the self-cultivation of your young lady, tsk tsk, I have seen it today."

Song Heyu took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it gently for her, "I'm really sorry miss, I apologize to you on behalf of Brother Song."

Song Zhiye was very puzzled, why should she look like this when she is obviously someone she doesn't like, "He Yu, she wants rouge, so I'll help her try it on, what's wrong?"

"You..." Ms. He's face was full of tears in grievance, and the hand that pointed at him couldn't help shaking.

"Brother Song, stop talking." Song Heyu scolded.

"He Yu, you and I are good friends, we appreciate each other, I really don't want to see you fall into the jaws of death. I just want to help you."

"I know."