Madam, president loves you secrectly

There was a little irony in his smile, but it was covered up and no one saw it.

"This man finally let me find the word blood relationship, which is valuable in this world."

The big guys are still looking at each other without knowing it. Some people who have a good private relationship with your family are already talking about it.

"I once thought that I would be the only one in the world. My father's son once lamented the loneliness of the only child, but now I actually found that my father didn't give me such a chance, but left me a brother, so I'm not the only child."

His eyes sank slightly, but the smile on his face did not change: "now, I officially introduce to you that your family has been wandering outside for many years and was found a few days ago. Mr. Jun Yanchen, the third young master of your family."

As soon as the direction of the floor lamp and the spotlight turned, all attention focused on the red cloth backstage with the light. As soon as the red cloth was opened, a young man in a suit and a woman in a red cheongsam helped each other.

Song Manxi's eyes were cold, half narrowed his eyes and got up, with a little uncertainty in his eyes.

The handbag on his leg fell to the ground with a "pa", and his eyes were full of shock.

She looked straight at the two people she knew on the stage without blinking. Through the corridor less than three meters away, Jun Xiao on the stage completely noticed the reaction of the people under the stage, and a darker Sen Leng flashed in his eyes.

But he was also strongly controlled by himself and turned his eyes.

"Aunt Shuang, brother Yanchen, how could it be..." it seems that Gu Yanchen noticed song Manxi's eyes. Gu Yanchen turned his head and looked straight up with her eyes. Song Manxi didn't hide, and his eyes were full of complaints.

Song Manxi's lips trembled slightly and looked at the people above until Wen Ruyi took her to sit down. Gu Yanchen and Gu mingshuang went to the center of the platform, and she sat down soft.

How is that possible?

How could it be brother Yanchen and aunt Shuang? Brother Yanchen said to himself last night. See you tomorrow. I seem to have heard the wrong words. That's what he said.

Oh.

It's ironic. It's unbelievable.

How did this happen?

Jun Xiao and Gu Yanchen on the stage seemed to hug cordially, and the etiquette suddenly loosened again.

But after all, what makes people care more is Jun Xiao's title to the two people: "Mrs. Jun, third brother, welcome."

In this way, no matter those who are waiting to see a good play or gossip, they have to shut up, because the sons of the parties have acknowledged their existence in the words "Mrs. Jun", and what else can others say.

Gu mingshuang, who is wearing a red cheongsam, has a gentle smile on his face. He looks very much like Jun Xiao looking at his son's eyes: "thank you, Xiao. Your third brother and I will make a good contribution to the development of the jun family in the future."

The sword light and sword shadow in the eyes of two people surged in the blind area invisible to all.

Jun Xiao, who had suspended the dialogue, nodded slightly and smiled coldly: "then I'll wait and see."

Finally, he left the microphone to the two of them. He stepped off the stage and sat quietly beside song Manxi without any influence.

Song Manxi watched him step by step come to his side and sit down. His left hand subconsciously stretched out and grabbed his hand.

But Jun Xiao seemed to be touched by some dirty thing. He shouted in a low voice, "let go."