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Song Qianqian carelessly took back his sight and looked at the newspaper in his hand again: "then you say it."

"These days, because of Zhou danruo and Jun Yanchen, the people of the jun family have returned to the public's attention again. Many multimedia are following and reporting. In addition to them who are going to be engaged, others are also followed."

This is the consequence of building momentum. Many people will be involved and brought into the public eye.

Song Qianqian didn't quite understand. She asked, "what do you want to say?"

Song Manxi sighed: "therefore, the paparazzi naturally paid attention to the trend of brother Junlin."

Song Qianqian held the newspaper's hand slightly tight, and then his eyes were flat: "so?"

"They have photographed that brother Junlin is in Las Vegas, holding a woman..." Song Manxi stopped for a moment. When carefully observing her speech, song Qianqian's expression, but she was surprisingly calm.

It seems that he really doesn't care about these things. He also smiled and said to song Manxi, "is there still few women he has picked up? I've been tired of hearing these gossip news for a long time."

"Sister, it's not the woman's problem, but because... Brother Junlin took a woman... Into the gynecology department and took a B-ultrasound. It should be... Pregnant." Song Manxi slowed down deliberately when she spoke. Naturally, she knew that song Qianqian might not accept the news.

So after that, both of them didn't look very good.

After Song Qianqian was slightly stunned for a short time, a smile appeared on his pale face again: "what do I do? You have to tell him congratulations. I can finally be a father. By the way, you remember to count me in when you buy a gift, so I won't go in person and will add congestion to him."

Song Qianqian and song Manxi are very clear when they talk. They can't see any flaws, and they look very happy.

"By the way, let me see. What can I buy? Silver bracelets or safety locks. Forget it. If it's too difficult to choose, just wrap a big red envelope directly. It's red."

"Sister..." her appearance made song Manxi even more uncomfortable. "You can tell if you feel bad."

"No, I don't have..." Song looked at her face in a daze, and the smile on her face didn't decrease at all. "How can I feel bad? I'm too happy. Sissy, you can be an aunt."

"Sister..."

Song Manxi called her several times, but the smile on Song Qianqian's face fell, and his expression was impeccable.

But song Manxi felt that she was crying in her heart. Even if the smile on her face was gorgeous, the hearts of sisters could not deceive each other.

"OK, why do you look like this? I'm really fine. Er, it's late. Sissy, don't read magazines so late. I'm a little tired. Go upstairs and have a rest first. Good night." Song Qianqian said good night to himself.

He didn't look at Song Manxi any more. He propped himself up in his chair, took his crutches and walked to the stairs with crutches. His back was straight and very strong.

In fact, as long as song Manxi looks at it from another angle, she can see that song Qianqian's hand is constantly shaking when touching the crutch, but the action is subtle and can't be seen without looking carefully.

Moreover, she subconsciously covered her stomach and turned away with a sad look in her eyes.