It's really like shooting yourself in the foot.

Yu Jinwen was very unhappy that He Zhao had affected the harmony between their husband and wife. He was about to go to He Zhao to settle the score when Nan Song said "Ah——".

Shocked, Yu Jinwen immediately jumped up, "What's wrong?"

Nan Song's hand holding the phone was shaking, and she gritted her teeth, "Hey, take a photo!"

Song Xiao didn't reply to her message, but He Zhao sent her one.

Open it a little, and first there is a photo of holding hands, with the fingers intertwined.

Followed by a kissing photo, the profiles of He Zhao and Song Xiao were clearly visible.

The next sentence is, "Isn't the photo good? The priest took the photo himself."

FirstBlood!

[The CP you are talking about is fake, we are the real CP.]

DoubleKill!

【I have no involvement, nor am I a mistress. Because, it has always been me.】

TribleKill!

Three big knives were inserted into Nan Song's heart.

On this night, several couples had an uneventful life and were destined to stay awake all night.

The four of them, He Xiaowen, Qi Jingjing, Su Yin and Nan Song, didn't even sleep. They went straight to the microphone and madly sprayed He Zhao. Their house collapsed and not a single tile was innocent.

And their partners——

Lan Yu looked at the indignant He Xiaowen and frowned.

Are you dubbing? The role you took on this time is that of a shrew?

Yang Ke and Qian Baoer looked at the furious Qi Jingjing, dumbfounded. Qian Baoer asked: "Is mom crazy?" Yang Ke: "Not crazy, but almost."

Fu Yu looked at the eloquent Su Yin, who was full of words he couldn't understand. He suddenly felt melancholy that "I am old and honest". The star-chasers nowadays are so terrible.

Yu Jinwen was lying on the sofa and began to wonder: Would it be a bit unethical to break up the other couple for the sake of his family harmony?

He Zhao, who was sneezing like crazy, was being taken care of by Song Xiao. Song Xiao brought him hot water with a worried look on his face, "Do you have a cold? You've sneezed six times in a row."

"It's okay, it's not a cold. Someone is thinking about me."

He Zhao wiped his nose, drank hot water, looked at Song Xiao sitting in front of him, smiled and said: My wife is mine, no one can try to separate us!

Neither can Madam.

Nan Song talked all night and his voice became hoarse.

Early the next morning, the priest called Nan Song and personally clarified the matter between him and Song Xiao. After one night, Nan Song's mood had calmed down a lot. Listening to the priest's very solemn explanation, he felt a little

Excuse me.

The two chatted for a few words, but they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The priest paused on the other end of the phone and said with some hesitation that he had to go to Beicheng for work a year ago and happened to go visit his younger brother Si Zhe, who had been training in Beicheng.

"Do you have time? Xiaozhe and I will treat you and Mr. Yu to a meal."

He took a deep breath, ready to be rejected.

Nan Song said in a hoarse voice: "Wait a moment."

She got up and went to the sofa. Knowing that Yu Jinwen was awake and pretending to be asleep, she unceremoniously straddled his waist, covered the receiver and asked him, "The priest and Si Zhe want to treat us to dinner. Do you have time before this year? I

Make arrangements."

"What's so delicious about them..."

Yu Jinwen frowned and just opened his mouth, but Nan Song covered his mouth. She said into the receiver: "If you have time, tell me in advance before you come."

The priest happily said "good".

After hanging up the phone, Nan Song let go of his hand, looked at Yu Jinwen's dissatisfied face, and said, "If you don't have time, I will go to the appointment myself."

As she spoke, she was about to leave him, but as soon as she stood up, the man quickly pinned her down and blocked her mouth.
Chapter completed!