shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 143 Master Fu: Miss Song, Your Hands Are Too Long

Everyone thought that the little Song Suisui couldn't refuse Song Wanwan's tenderness, but who would have expected——

The twins saw the hypocrisy of Song Wanwan, and tacitly said: "Don't (don't)."

The smile on Song Wanwan's face couldn't hold back anymore, it was fine for her to be rejected by Song Suisui.

What made it hard for her to accept was that her son turned his elbows out to help outsiders bully her mother.It seems that she, as a mother, has not properly erected her majesty.

This may show that the Queen mother and daughter really have a few brushes.

Very good, it gave her a sense of crisis, and she likes difficult challenges.

Rejected by Song Suisui, Song Wan turned to look at Fu Yanqing: "An'an, Suisui rejects Mommy, if you reject Mommy, Mommy will be very sad."

Fu Yanqing looked at Song Wanwan, the little nurse was being held by Song Suisui, and the little guy pouted: "Don't want you to hug her!"

He only wants to be hugged by his mother, not a bad woman.

Fu Junyu had already squatted down, but he couldn't refuse the twin's request for a hug.

As soon as he squatted down, the dragon and phoenix hugged him tacitly from left to right, without even looking at Song Wanwan.

Picking up the twins, Fu Junyu didn't even look at Song Wanwan in front of him, and was about to leave with the twins in his arms.

Seeing this, Song Wanwan hurriedly said, "Junyu, your arm is injured, is it okay to hold them?"

"Give me Suisui, I'll hug Suisui, you hug An'an." As she spoke, Song Wanwan stretched out her hand, about to take Song Suisui away from Fu Junyu's hand.

next second.

Fu Junyu's cool and elegant voice sounded: "Miss Song, your hand is too long."

The sound of "Miss Song" directly made Song Wanwan's outstretched hand freeze in mid-air, and the gentle smile on her face also froze. She looked at Fu Junyu with a hurt expression, "Junyu, what did you call me?"

The one who responded to Song Wanwan was Fu Junyu who had already left.

So cold-blooded, so cold-blooded, she really didn't want to see Song Wanwan at all.

Song Wanwan's heart was bleeding, and she attributed all this to the Queen's mother and daughter's fault.

It was their fault that everything became uncontrollable after their mother and daughter appeared.

She will never sit still, she will take back everything that belongs to her.

Those who stand in her way, die!
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After An Nuan and Song Wanwan separated, she chased after Song Nian who left.

She could tell that this Song Nian had more status than Song Wanwan.

She has always been a person who goes to high places, and she lives by clinging to whoever has a noble status.

Song Wanwan, she still wants to catch it, and this Song Nian is another goal for her to climb high!
A person who can make the staff of the Music Association sell face is definitely a capable person who is either rich or expensive.

This status is absolutely superior to the Song family behind Song Wanwan.

After all, the reception banquet held by the Music Association for Mr. Wen is not just something you can come with your status.

It also has to be you yourself, who has outstanding achievements in this field of the music industry.

As for Song Nian, she had never seen her in the music industry.

But Song Nian was able to appear here again, and she was treated with respect by the people of the Music Association. With just a few words, she and Song Wanwan's invitation letters could be avoided, allowing them to come in easily. This shows that her identity is not simple!
After chasing all the way, An Nuan finally caught up with Song Nian.

At this time, Song Nian was talking to a man who was as gentle as jade and gentle as jade. An Nuan recognized that man, the talented pianist Jin Bai known as the piano prince.

An Nuan looked at the pianist who was usually aloof and kept a distance from everyone, and now Jin Bai who was talking with Song Nian in a soft voice and with a warm smile on his face, his breath became stagnant, and it was easy to get tired of saying the word envy too much.

Curving her red lips, An Nuan walked up with her skirt in her hand: "Miss Song—"

(End of this chapter)