One Pet Gets Married

I saw Tang Youan standing in the middle of the hall with her back to herself, with a splash of ink-like hair rolling down behind her, gently holding it with one hand, resting on her thin but stiff back. His long body was jade, and his whole body was faint. There is a bit of artistic conception.

At that moment, Song Xici stood still and forgot to say something.

After hearing the sound of opening the door, Tang Youan slowly turned sideways, looked at Song Xici who was standing at the door, and then smiled at her slightly.

Song Xici was stunned.

Is this an illusion? It can be said that, except for that face or that face, Tang Youan's temperament from the inside to the outside, with every gesture and action, has become completely different from before.

"Good girl." Tang Youan finished speaking, looking down slightly, then arched his hands in front of him, bent down, and bowed to her respectfully.

"Being brave, may I ask the girl's name?" Tang Youan still had a spring-like smile on his face.

When Song Xici heard this, he was startled again and held the door. What's wrong with this again? !

"Song, Song Xici, the brook of the stream, the goodbye," Song Xici continued to look at her with weird eyes, "It's strange, how can you still not know my name?"

"Huh?" Tang You looked at her puzzledly, do they know each other?

"Well, I won't play with you anymore, I just want to talk about our departure..." Song Xici patted his head, ready to go straight to the subject.

"The brooks are gurgling; the spring breeze of thousands of miles brings dreams. Good name." Tang Youan raised his hands and clapped.

Song Xici was taken aback again. Not bad, and quite talented...

No, **** it!

Is this really something that can be vomited from Tang Youan's dog mouth? Also, this person suddenly became stern, what is it going to do? ! Can't be fooled by her!

Song Xici let out a sigh of relief, closed the door, and looked at her.

"Which way are you crazy now?" Song Xici asked.

"Crazy? Not crazy here." Tang Youan shook his head.

"Then I must be sick. Could it be that this broken mermaid took me to a high fever? I'll take it, no..." Song Xici raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

"Anyway, I'm telling you that I really didn't finish with you this time..." After that, Song Xici changed his high heels, took out a pair of slippers and put them on as he muttered, and then closed the shoe cabinet with a snap.

Staring at the shoe cabinet, Song Xici began to think about where to start talking about divorce.

What the contract says is that during the validity period, do not interfere with each other's lives, but if anyone violates, even during the contract period, the contract can be terminated at any time.

Between Tang Youan and her, it is true that they did not interfere with each other's life at ordinary times. but. Tang Youan's personal behavior has already affected herself, so she can seize this to forcefully terminate the contract.

Thinking of this, Song Xici stroked his chin and nodded with a smile.

Tang Youan looked at her from the side, and only felt that the girl in front of him was a little weird, not a little bit, but very. The dress is strange, the makeup is strange, and the speech and demeanor are strange. She couldn't fully understand those languages, so she had to guess.

After Song Xici threw the key into a box on the cabinet next to him, he looked up at Tang Youan: "I have something to tell you."

"Coincidentally, there are also underneath." Tang Youan smiled.

"Then you speak first." Song Xici nodded. She wanted to know what this guy could say about what happened today.

So, Tang Youan watched Song Xici with a warm smile, and said as he walked, his hands were slightly raised in the air: "Miss Song, I have something to ask. May I ask where is the Naihe Bridge? Meng is busy. When will I be able to reincarnate? Is there a lot of people? Is there no one with the girl?"

Hearing this, Song Xici looked at her, his whole body was limp and clinging to the door panel behind him, his face was so bad that he had seen a ghost.

Finally, Tang Youan stood in front of her, stretched out her hand to her, still smiling: "If the girl is not accompanied, then it's better, let's go to Huangquan together."

"Miss Song?"

"Go to you together [BEEP—], I [BEEP—] Your uncle!"

Song Xici's howling came from a villa of Yu Jinghuanian.

Tang Youan looked at her reaction with a dazed expression.

After half an hour.

"So you mean, you were a fortune teller in your last life?" Sitting on the sofa, Song Xici folded her arms, looking up and down with her pretty eyes.

"Exactly." Tang Youan nodded.

"And it's still quite accurate?" Song Xi raised her eyebrows and continued to watch her perform.

"I am not boasting," Tang Youan raised his eyebrows slightly, "what he said is true."

"I am very tired today, and I don't want to play with you such naive games of the past and present in the world. Don't think that you can pass by pretending to be crazy and stupid if you get into trouble. We are all big living people, adults, social people, Chinese. So, let’s just talk about business.” Song Xici glanced at her, turned on the phone, then called up Weibo, turned the video during the day, and took a picture in front of her, “This is you. Right?"

Hearing the words, Tang Youan looked up at her and then at the phone. He was stunned, and then carefully reached out his hand and touched the talking "brick" with a beating little person.

"What is this?" Tang Youan touched, then quickly withdrew his hand, curling his eyebrows to look at Song Xici.

"Are you really stupid or fake? What else, cell phone, don't you dare to face the bad things you did today?" Song Xici picked up the phone and shook it a few more times in front of Tang Youan.

She now has a strong urge to vomit blood, and she wants to take out the fruit knife from the fruit plate on the coffee table and stab her at one, two, three, four, five or six dollars.

"What is a mobile phone?" Tang Youan couldn't help tightening his hands, then looked at Song Xici, frowning, "Is this brick possessed by a fairy? How else would it be?"

Hearing this, Song Xici finally put down his hand, threw the phone on the coffee table, and buried his forehead in his palm.

Can't stand it. What is Tang Youan doing? Is she playing with herself as a monkey? Isn't she very happy like this? Are you sick?

"Miss Song?"

"Why are you still acting?! Why didn't you find that you have such an acting skill before? When you couldn't make a scene with me a hundred or eighty times, where did your acting go? Why are you suddenly possessed by Oscar? "Finally, after a long time of brewing, Song Xici sat up straight again, reached out and patted the coffee table, shaking the water in the cup on the coffee table several times.

She really didn't understand what Tang Youan was doing today.

Song Xici’s call was too complicated for Tang Youan, she didn’t understand, but after the brain was down for a while, she slowly said, “I’m just fortune-telling, not singing.”

"Tang Youan!" Song Xi was so angry that his face and neck were red. "Why don't you say that you only sell art and not sell yourself?!"

"Miss Song was wrong. She neither sells art nor sells herself. As for the fireworks place, she has never been in or out." Tang Youan replied with a smile.

Song Xici opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say, so he smiled, nodded, and waved to her at last.

"You said you can tell fortune-telling, right? Then you can calculate what I want to do most now." Song Xici said.

"I don't know below." Tang Youan answered calmly.

"Then you still have the face to say that your fortune-telling skills are superb?" After Song Xici listened to it, she was about to laugh to death.

What Song Xici wants to do most now is to splash her face with the tea in her hand. Slap her again, how come there are such people who do bad things and don't know how to repent, but want to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

"Fortune-telling is not omniscient. If it has reached that point, it will already be in the immortal class, not a mortal man." Tang Youan is answering this question very seriously.

"Virtue. You're quite quibble? Anyway, you said everything, right?" Song Xici mocked.

Tang Youan looked at her, smiled and shook his head, then took a glass of water, took a sip, and raised his brows slightly.

The water here is far less sweet and delicious than the well water in her former residence. Hey.

"By the way, didn't you say that you can tell fortune-telling? Then you would come out and take a look." Song Xici looked at her with her legs up.

"What is the girl's hope?" Tang Youan stretched out a hand and raised it slightly, "Please tell me."

"Don't worry if I lack anything." Song Xici stood up holding an empty glass, walked to the drinking fountain on the side, took a glass of water, and drank half of it in one breath.

At this moment, Tang Youan stood up, put his hands behind him, walked to Song Xici step by step, and lowered his eyes slightly: "I can figure it out, Miss Song's life is missing me."

The look between her eyebrows and eyes is still faint, but the light of the crystal lamp illuminates her pupils extremely transparently and beautifully.

Funny, what is she doing? Are you soaking yourself? The technique is really clumsy.

Song Xici held the cup and looked at her for a while, coughed again, looked away, then smiled, raised her chin and looked at her: "Miss Tang, you are really struggling not to divorce me. Mind, I’m starting to talk about love and love. You’re so awesome. Although I don’t know what your intentions are, don’t forget, we said it at the beginning, and our marriage is nothing more than a contract. . Even if you don’t want to leave now, you will have to leave at that time."

"I am ashamed and don't quite understand what Ms. Song is saying. However, Ms. Song has been careful recently, because my life matters." Tang Youan looked at her and smiled lightly.

"Is this still acting, or is it threatening me in a different way?" After Song Xici finished speaking, he heard the sound of a cellphone vibrating, so he was about to go to the coffee table.

However, she had just lifted her foot, and her wrist was grasped by Tang Youan.

"What are you doing?" Song Xici turned and stared at her.

However, Tang Youan didn't answer. He just grabbed her wrist and turned her to one side of the bar. The water in the glass in his hand also swayed out, drenching the clothes of the two of them.

At the same time, I saw the crystal lamp in the hall like an arrow from the string, falling straight and straight from the height, accompanied by a loud noise, the moment the lamp body touched the coffee table, it was like being bombed. The bomb hit the collapsed building and it became fragmented!

When a few pieces of glass **** bounced to the ankle, Song Xici's face turned pale as wax.

In Song Xici's chest, his breathing became chaotic and rapid. It's hard to imagine what it would be like if I had just stood there.

After a long time, Song Xici's breathing became a little smoother, before turning his face stiffly, and looking at Tang Youan, "Who are you?"