I am fickle

"Miss He, I'm just really sorry today. He Yu will come to apologize at another day. It's too late now, why don't I ask the driver to take you back." Song Heyu broke away her hand that was tightly clutching her sleeve.

"He Yu..." Miss He burst into tears, and she fell into his arms.

Song Zhiye shook his head: "Shameless."

"What did you say?" Miss He's eyes widened.

"Could it be that Miss's makeup is out of order, and even her ears are not working well?"

"you……"

Song Zhiye has always spoken according to his own wishes, so he would not pay attention to Miss He's flushed face, "He Yu said to let the coachman take you back, why do you still insist on pestering him, my daughter is so shameless .”

"You... He Yu is my future husband, the whole Fengshan knows, what has the matter between us to do with you?"

Song Zhiye grabbed the collar of the owner of the rouge shop and said, "Could it be that you Fengshan young talents can only make do with this kind of woman?"

The boss was frightened by Song Zhiye's ferocious appearance, and trembled: "Mr. Song is a good-looking talent, and Ms. He is a shameless lady. They are a perfect match."

"Heh, another blind eye." Song Zhiye was quite dissatisfied with the boss's answer.

Song Zhiye brushed the hair around Song Heyu's ears, and said with a smile, "Heyu won't fall in love with you, your husband...don't even think about being Heyu in the next life..."

Song Heyu was startled by Song Zhiye's action, but he quickly adjusted his posture and straightened Ms. He's body: "Ms. He should go back early so that Uncle He won't worry."

"But..." Ms. He glanced at Song Zhiye unwillingly.

Song Zhiye thought that since he saw her this time, he should let this woman give up, and he couldn't let such a good seed like Song Heyu be touched by such a vulgar woman.

"But, He Yu likes me, and I like He Yu too."

This time, the owner of the rouge shop widened his eyes and swallowed. Miss He almost fainted, and Song Heyu took a step back.

Miss He said: "Nonsense, I think you have been drinking too much."

Song Zhiye held Song Heyu's arm and laughed wildly: "It is said that we are Fengshan Shuangsong, so we are more compatible. Ms. He should go back home and avoid entanglement."

Miss He looked at us in disbelief, pulled Song Heyu's sleeve, her watery eyes were very cute: "Heyu, you...you are not..."

Song Heyu was also very helpless, it was really puzzling why Song Zhiye's joke made them lose their minds.

Song Heyu stared at the yelling of the bustling hawkers outside, and said, "Since you doubt it, why bother to ask?"

Song Zhiye was quite satisfied with this answer, and Song Zhiye happily dragged Song Heyu away under the stunned eyes of these people.

On the carriage, Song Heyu asked him with a stern face: "Why do you ruin my reputation? Do you know that my sleeve will be broken tomorrow?"

Song Zhiye replied very unconscionably: "Who told you not to explain, besides, I can help you get angry with that annoying Miss He?"

"Where do you hate it?"

"Where do you not hate?"

"Where do you hate it?"

"Probably because you don't like her, I feel disgusted with her."

Song Heyu closed his eyes and said, "You really like to meddle in your own business."

Song Zhiye said: "Since you want to get married, of course you have to choose someone you like, such as... such as the woman in the painting."

Song Heyu's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "After all, it's a painting, how can I want to see its person?"

"To be honest, that's my sister Ash."