In the Song Dynasty, Anxia Xia still put him in the column of changing state in her heart. Seeing him appear, she immediately hid behind Sheng Yize.

Song touched his nose: "I am my own."

"Who are you and your own?" Sheng Yize looks indifferent.

"Ahaha..." In Song Dynasty, he said, "the charm of Chu is really damaging. I don't know how she did it. It's said that Mr. Song won't agree to marry her..."

Sheng Xia and both of them ignored him. Song Dynasty said helplessly, "well, you're not interested in these things. Do you have to react to her party?"

"What party? To celebrate the death of her husband as soon as she got married? " An Xiaxia opens the mockery mode, which is powerful.

"Sister Xia, you are very angry." Song's eyebrows moved. "She's going to have a party at Song's house. Invite her friends from the entertainment circle. Most of them To show off. It's not easy for her to get mixed up these years. She was suppressed until she was in her thirties, and her career began to improve. In fact, in the hearts of many people in the entertainment circle, her status and style are not very good. "

"Whatever she wants, I don't want to waste time on her." Anshasha pouted.

Song was shocked. "But the Song family There is only one aunt who has lived. How can you say that it's aunt's territory, too? Can you bear it? "

His aunt is the birth mother of an Xiaxia.

An Xiaxia bit his teeth. "When will the party begin?"

"Sunday."

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on Sunday, a lengthened Lincoln stopped at the door of song's house.

"Are you sure you want to go alone?" Sheng Yize is not at ease.

"Didn't you say there was still mail to process?" An Xia Xia smiles at him, "you are busy in the car. It's a real situation. I'll call you."

Sheng Yize frowns and hesitates.

An Xiaxia kissed him on the lips, and Sheng Yize's face relaxed a lot.

"If you go, you will see me throwing women and swearing at the street Will it leave you a psychological shadow? " Anshasha was joking with him.

Sheng Yize clenched his lips: "wait for your good news."

An Xia Xia cut her hair, carried her skirt and walked into the villa.

There is soft and elegant music in the hall. The guests are all handsome men and beautiful women. An Xiaxia sees several familiar stars. In the middle of the crowd, Chu Zhiyun is talking to people. It seems that when it comes to the emotional part, he also takes a handkerchief to test the corner of his eyes.

It's really an acting school

Seeing her coming, song Qingwan gave her a haughty stare: "what are you doing here?"

Ha ha, is this her home?

An Xiaxia is not smiling. Song Qing is too late to scold her. Seeing this, Chu Zhiyun frowns and says "excuse me" to the people around him. He comes quickly.

"Xia Xia, you are back." Chu's rhyme and smile are just right, neither enthusiastic nor alienated.

"Aunt Chu, I'm in a good mood. Mr. Song's bones are not cold. Do you think it's appropriate to have a party in this family?" Anxia Xiahuan looked around. "And ah, Mr. Song's ashes have been put here all night I don't know if it will affect the star path... "

All the people in the entertainment circle were present, which was taboo. At that time, many people were displeased and stared at the charm of Chu.

After Chu's rhyme stopped, a servant came over and whispered, "madam, I have thrown away all the paintings in my room."

Painting Anxia Xia suddenly stares big eyes and grabs the servant. "Where did you throw it?"