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The cold and soft lips just touched the man's face lightly.

It is softer than flower petals and has a fragrant touch.

The man originally lowered his eyes to look at Song Ci's hand playing with his cufflinks.

So, when the kiss that wasn't even a kiss fell, the man's eyes paused slightly and his pupils condensed slightly.

The thumb rubbed the pad of the index finger, but the force seemed a bit strong, showing a somewhat abnormal white color.

In just a moment, he adjusted his emotions, raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the girl's face.

The girl on the side didn't seem to think that she had done anything earth-shattering. She kissed Zhu Yanzheng's face, then turned to look at Fang Yuzhi in front of her, raising her eyebrows slightly.

There was a bit of undisguised provocation on the corner of her lips, and she saw the horror and shock in the eyes of the two people in front of her as she wished.

"Do you still need me to continue to prove it to you?"

The girl's voice was soft and obedient, and her watery eyes were swaying without any impurities.

Fang Yuzhi's eyes widened, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked at the two of them with shock and disbelief.

"Song, Song Ci..."

He opened his mouth and called Song Ci's name, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

His eyes wandered past the two of them, and suddenly, Fang Yuzhi seemed to remember something.

——So, those voices on the phone that rainy night were... they were together?

So when Song Ci said she wouldn't leave with him, she wasn't out of anger, she really... didn't love him anymore?

There was a long period of confusion and confusion in his eyes.

Meng Wan on the side reacted earlier than Fang Yuzhi.

"Song Ci! Are you still shameless!? You, you are—"

What are they?

They are not relatives, not blood relatives, or even...

Not even uncles and nephews who can't be hit with eight poles.

They, they are...

Meng Wan's voice softened, but her eyes widened angrily, and she looked at Song Ci with reluctance and surprise.

Song Ci raised her eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile on her lips: "We are a talented man and a beautiful woman, a couple made in heaven."

Song Ci's hands were still playing with Zhu Yanzheng's cufflinks unconsciously.

The man's other hand weakly hugged the girl's waist, and he lowered his eyes slightly, with large shadows falling under his long eyelashes, like beautiful crow feathers.

"Song Ci, you are shameless! This is my uncle! Why are you with him!?"

"Aren't you afraid that grandpa will find out and be angry with you!?"

"Who are you worthy of by doing this!?"

Speaking of this, Meng Wan's eyes flashed with light, as if she was blessed with happiness in her soul. She sneered coldly and looked at Song Ci with squinted eyes.

"Ah, I understand," Meng Wan said in a sinister and angry voice, "Song Ci, you want to take this to retaliate against me, right?"

"Do you think you can beat me by doing this?" Meng Wan's eyes widened angrily, "Song Ci, don't be so proud!"

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