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"Why not?" Song Hengjue was unhappy.

The doorman looked him up and down, took out a photo from his pocket, compared it carefully, and said more firmly: "Yes, it's you. We, Mr. Ming, have said that people can go in today, and dogs can also go in, but you can't." .”

He raised his chin and stood firmly in front of him.

Hey, if this isn’t Song Hengjue’s ID photo from high school, who else could it be?

Fang Nan took a look over and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Song Hengjue's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed at his nose with his slender fingers. Thanks to his superior face, he looked a bit noble and displeased: "I look like that native dog?"

"It's a bit like... right?" The doorman was really a little suspicious now and raised the photo to his face.

After all, if I had heard the two words he just scolded, I would have been angry. This noble man didn't look angry at all and even disliked the person in the photo.

Besides, no one would call themselves a bitch!

Song Hengjue snorted coldly, threw the invitation into his arms, raised his chin slightly and looked superior: "Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am. If you think of me as that bitch next time, you won't be able to tolerate it." Let's walk around." Youzaiyouzai walked towards the inside.

Fang Nan cooperated, raised his chin, and showed the same disdain as Song Hengjue: "Look clearly at our boss, not everyone can be offended by you."

The doorman was startled, thinking that he had really recognized the wrong person and offended the distinguished guest. He was so uneasy that he dared to chase the two of them.

Leaving the doorman's sight, Fang Nan's shoulders suddenly slumped, and he glanced at the face of the man next to him. Thinking of Song Hengjue's bravery to call him a dog just to get in, he burst out laughing.

"Don't say it, brother, you were so pretending just now." He put his arms around Song Hengjue's shoulders.

Song Hengjue threw away his hand in disgust: "Stay away from me, who will follow you two brothers?"

He glanced around the hall, but couldn't find any familiar figure. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked uninspired, so he just found a corner to sit down.

At the same time, several people upstairs fed their children and walked downstairs, talking and laughing together.

The baby stayed quietly in Mingyu's arms. Cheng Shu reached out and pinched it. Something flashed through her mind, and she suddenly raised her head: "Mingyu, the invitation I sent to Mr. Boxiang Song..."

"Am I that kind of person?" Mingyu frowned, "You are responsible for the invitation. I have been taking care of the children, so I don't have time to intercept the invitation, and..."

He pursed his lips and looked a little aggrieved: "We are husband and wife, and I listen to you so much and you still doubt me because of an outsider!"

Cheng Shu was hesitant: "It would be best if you didn't do such a thing." Don't let her catch the pigtails, or else he will look good!

Mingyu got through and breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw his son in his arms, he succeeded and kissed him hard.

He raised the corners of his lips proudly and almost laughed.

He even gave instructions to the doorman to see how the shameless guy would come in today.

However, the next second, when he saw clearly who was in front of him, his smile instantly froze on his face.

Song Hengjue came over with a wine glass, nodded slowly towards Cheng Shu, and politely said: "Miss Cheng."

"Mr. Song is here, and I am not very welcome. I am too busy today to entertain Mr. Song properly. Please don't be restrained. Just ask the people below to do whatever you need." Cheng Shu made very thoughtful arrangements.

Song Hengjue's energy was not focused on the three of them at all. When he saw Yang Qingheng, his eyes seemed to be glued to her. Yang Qingheng felt uncomfortable all over and gave him a warning look.

Song Hengjue looked away with a guilty conscience and looked at the furious Mingyu next to him. His eyes paused and he thought that this man had a good relationship with Yang Qingheng. He hesitated for a second and smiled slightly: "Mr. Ming, long time no see."

See you, see you big-headed devil!

Mingyu's eyes darkened and he almost fainted from anger.

Song Hengjue's smile was clearly a provocation in his eyes.

"Who told you..." He gritted his teeth. If he hadn't been holding the child, he would have gone up and punched him.

Cheng Shu, with quick eyes and quick hands, gave him a warning look and pinched his waist hard with her fingers.

Mingyu's face was twisted in pain. Facing Cheng Shu's vaguely angry face, he closed his mouth angrily, but his face still looked bad.

Song Hengjue coughed dryly. After all, he had done something wrong and provoked others in the first place, so he was a little embarrassed.

After Cheng Shu taught her man a lesson, she quickly showed a polite smile to Song Hengjue: "Mingyu had an argument with me just now. He was in a bad mood and spoke unpleasantly. Mr. Song, please don't argue with him. I will teach him a lesson when you get back."

"Ms. Cheng's words are serious. There is nothing wrong with what Mr. Ming said." Song Hengjue glanced at Yang Qingheng next to him and nodded gently to Cheng Shu.

Cheng Shu was surprised that Song Hengjue was too talkative.

Realizing that the man was looking at Yang Qingheng again, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

This look looks weird.

I couldn't help but think about the scene I saw in the backyard of my home last time.

Could it be...

She tentatively looked towards Yang Qingheng, but saw that the woman's face was calm and unmoved at all.

My heart dropped back into my stomach.

She said, how could Yang Qingheng do such unfaithful things if he didn't seem to be confused.

"We still have something to do, so let's leave first." She said to Song Hengjue, grabbed Mingyu's sleeve, and dragged him away.

Yang Qingheng held up her skirt and wanted to follow, but Song Hengjue stopped her in front of her with a quick step: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to help entertain the guests." Yang Qingheng pushed him away.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips and followed every step, just like a dog-skin plaster. If it weren't for the outside, he would have wanted to hang on Yang Qingheng directly: "You can't accompany me, you are busy every day, and now you are busy attending the banquet."

Yang Qingheng got goosebumps all over her body, rubbed her arms, and glared at him: "I'm not with you. I see you every day, and I feel like throwing up every time I see you."

"Why do you want to see me? It's obvious that I went to the company to pester you. If I hadn't gone, you wouldn't have remembered me for half a year!" Song Hengjue retorted, his temper got worse, and he chased her relentlessly.

Yang Qingheng said: "That's not the same."

"How come it's the same!" Song Hengjue put the cup on the table next to her. He couldn't believe it, and the energy in his heart came up. He pulled her arm and insisted on breaking it off with her.

Yang Qingheng's forehead was throbbing with veins. When he saw someone next to him looking over, he became even more anxious and said in an irritable tone: "Song Hengjue, don't make trouble unreasonably."