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Chapter 1199

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Suddenly.

Bei Yunge's phone rang and she answered without looking up.

"What's wrong?"

It was Song Yao's voice from the other end. "What color gown are you wearing tomorrow?"

Bei Yunge licked her lips and narrowed her beautiful eyes. Soon, she recalled.

"The grayish-blue one."

That custom-made gown with grayish-blue tassels was specially flown over by the Old Master. It was a seasonal gown.

"Okay."

Song Yao had also seen that gown and was quite satisfied with Bei Yunge's choice.

"Miss Song, did you call in the middle of the night to tell me about this?"

Bei Yunge asked with a faint smile as she twirled the pencil in her hand.

Song Yao probed, "… Then, what do you and your brother plan to do now?"

But …

Bei Yunge exclaimed and suddenly leaned back. The corners of her lips curled up lazily and she started to talk fearlessly.

"Plan? I plan to get married this year and have two children next year. After I graduate from university, I'll get the children at home to buy me a cake and put up candles for Mother's Day. "

Song Yao was speechless.

Why would she call Pei Yunge when she had nothing better to do?

However …

Bei Yunge was also addicted to teasing Song Yao. She looked up at the ceiling playfully, her gaze gradually moving back and her mouth becoming louder. "Auntie Little Song, don't be anxious. If you really don't have a partner, I'll give you a little …"

Before she could finish speaking …

Suddenly, she saw the man holding a teacup and wearing a black t-shirt, looking at her calmly.

Bei Yunge was speechless.

When did this person run behind her?

"Aren't you going to finish your conversation first?"

The man raised his eyebrows, his tone casual and lazy.

On the other end of the line, Song Yao also heard Huo Shidu's voice, but her heart did not ache for Bei Yunge.

It was best if someone could teach this young master a lesson.

"…"

Bei Yunge was silent for a moment before she straightened her back. "Well, Tiantian, see you tomorrow."

On the other end, Song Yao could not help but smile.

"Okay, good night."

The call was hung up and the atmosphere was strange.

"When did you come in?"

Bei Yunge asked subconsciously.

"Before you call me."

Without waiting for Bei Yunge to complain, Huo Shidu said slowly, "I wanted to remind her, but I was afraid that I would disturb our Yunyun's studies."

Bei Yunge: "…"

The car flipped again.

Huo Shidu licked his thin red lips and chuckled. "However …"

I'm also quite curious who Yunyun wants to hug next year. "

The man's pair of seductive peach blossom eyes could not hide his smile, and there was also a hint of teasing. The light condensed in the depths of his pale pupils, and one look was so ambiguous that it made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

Then, Bei Yunge heard him say, "This idea is quite torturous."

Bei Yunge: "…"

Her words were a momentary pleasure, but she ended up in the crematorium.

Seeing that Bei Yunge's neck was slightly red, Huo Shidu stopped teasing her.

He smiled silently and reached out to scratch her chin. "I've heated up some milk for you downstairs. Drink it before you sleep."

Pei Yunge stood up abruptly and ran out.

The man looked at Bei Yunge's back and raised his eyebrows lazily, the smile on his lips faintly discernible.

She hid quite quickly.



The next day.

Song Yao had just entered the lounge on the second floor when she saw a person in a grayish-blue dress leaning lazily against the sofa. Her black hair was scattered, her skin was fair like jade, and her eyes were filled with charm.

It was a simple and elegant gown, but on her, it looked lazy, sexy, and classy.

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