Song Zhiyue tried her best to calm her emotions and talk to him in a normal tone, but at first she was crying.

"Don't your parents want you to find a well-known and knowledgeable socialite?"

"I'm ugly, it's good if someone wants it, what else to pick."

Ji Yi gently moved the ice cube and applied every red and swollen place to her, afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, and deliberately spoke to her in a brisk tone, wanting to make her happy.

The corners of Song Zhiyue's lips pulled out an ugly arc, others will narcissistically say how handsome he is, but he actually said that he was ugly.

Although he is not extremely dusty and mature and calm, his appearance is comparable, and his self-blackening is too unreasonable.

"When did you get married?"

Thinking of what Feng Chen said on stage, Ji Yi's lips squirmed, and he still asked what he wanted to ask.

"The marriage certificate I received a few years ago." Song Zhiyue said.

Ji Yi laughed at himself and raised his lips: "It seems that I really have no hope at all." ”

He made Song Zhiyue a little awkward like this, and he was embarrassed to let him put on his face again.

Her head tilted, dodging the ice cube in his hand.

Ji Yi knew why she was suddenly abnormal, and pretended not to care: "I'm kidding, when did you become so stingy?" Don't even let the joke go. ”

"Just put it on and put it on." Song Zhiyue was very uncomfortable and diverted the topic.

Ji Yi said: "No, you have to apply ice well, otherwise it will be very swollen." ”

"It's too cold, and it's easy to get sick."

Ji Yi gave up at this time, threw the remaining half of the ice cubes into the trash can, and rubbed his hands that were frozen stiff.

"Are you going to leave first, or are you going to stay here?"

Although her face had been covered with ice in time, the fingerprints on her face were still there, and she would definitely not be able to return to the banquet.

"Can I borrow your phone and use it?" Song Zhiyue asked.

The dress was not pocketed, so her phone was left in the dusty car.

Ji Yi took out his mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked it and handed it to her.

Song Zhiyue took the mobile phone number that entered Feng Chen's and dialed it out.

***

After Su Wansheng said a few words to the three celebrities in front of him, he turned his head but disappeared Song Zhiyue.

She glanced around and didn't see Song Zhiyue.

She saw Jiang Fengxing, Lu Zhenming and Feng Chen standing together, not knowing what they were talking about.

She said "sorry" to the three celebrities in front of her and walked towards Lu Zhenming and the others.

"Did you see Yueyue?" As she approached, she asked.

"Isn't it with you?" Jiang Fengxing said.

"I said a few words to someone, and as soon as I turned around, she was gone."

As soon as Su Wansheng heard this, she knew that they didn't see it.

Feng Chen furrowed his brows, glanced over, and saw Wen Mei talking to the two noble ladies, and he glanced at Liang Weirong who was toasting with Feng Shen.

Both of them are here, so nothing should happen.

As soon as he finished thinking about it, he remembered that he had neglected a person—Feng Yi.

Lu Zhenming shook the wine in the glass, and the black suit wrapped his perfect long figure: "Could it be to go to the bathroom?" ”

Su Wansheng stuffed the wine glass in his hand to Lu Zhenming: "I'll take a look." ”

Feng Chen was about to follow, when Liang Weirong and Feng Shen, who had already changed into dresses, walked over to them.

Feng Shen stopped him: "Second brother, you will leave as soon as we come, won't you be avoiding us?" ”

Feng Chen frowned.

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