The old lady Zhao's face became more ferocious, and her voice became more sharp, "I just said a few words to her. It's not because you let Xin Yu imitate Li Yun's words to force her away."
Zhao Xinyu looked like she had lost her soul, she lowered her eyes, didn't say a word, just ate her food mouthful.
Zhao Wanru was so angry that she put one hand on the table, panting heavily.
"Okay!" She turned her head and landed on Su Ningyuan.
"Ning Yuan, you have a good relationship with Yunyun. If you have time, please apologize to us and convey our apology. No matter how nice the outside is, it can't compare to your own home. It's better to come back and live here."
Su Ningyuan raised his eyelids, raised his chin slightly, glanced over the faces of Zhao Wanru, Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Xinyu, and nodded slowly.
Then, he unhurriedly took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat recording.
"Then you guys start apologizing. I'll record the sound and send it to my sister later."
After he finished speaking, his finger was already on the "recording start" button.
"Su Ningyuan!" Zhao Wanru's eyebrows were dark, she gave Su Ningyuan a cold look, and slapped the table fiercely, "Your wings are stiff now, aren't you?! It's so difficult to apologize for us?!"
Su Ningyuan didn't speak.
The headlights of cars flashed past in the restaurant, and Zhao Wanru stopped speaking angrily at first, and even rubbed her cheeks, and smiled stiffly.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely depressing.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart lightly or heavily.
No one-hit kills.
Just like that, Ling Chi put his heart on the edge of the knife.
"I'm done eating, I'm going back to my room first." Su Ningyuan lowered his head, said a word, and stood up.
Su Sibo was changing shoes in the hallway, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head.
"Eating so quickly? I heard that playing e-sports consumes brain cells, so eat more."
Su Ningyuan: "Yeah, I'm full, I'll go back to my room and do my homework first."
"Okay." Su Sibo smiled honestly.
Su Ningyuan went upstairs, and as long as he lowered his eyes a little, he could see Zhao Wanru in the dining room, as if he had changed into a different person, smiling and beckoning Su Sibo to eat quickly.
Su Ningyuan only glanced at it, then looked away.
Eye color complex.
Zhao Wanru didn't even want to apologize to Li Yun, but she just couldn't save face.
Too.
His mother seems to be running around for only four words all her life - fame, fortune, and face.
Every move, these four words are interpreted in place, as if engraved in the bone.
However, he has an unusually warm attitude towards his father.
***
Liyun sorted out the score again at night, and filled in the lyrics that had been prepared before sending it to Zhanbei.
The phone that was at hand rang after a few minutes.
"Great God!!! This song is amazing this time! I have a hunch that it will explode!"
Zhanbei tried his best to calm himself down, but the slight melody played by the piano just now hooked his soul away!
Li Yun put his face on his hands, his posture was loose, and even his voice was lazy, "Well, it exploded, it's normal."
Hearing Li Yun's casual tone, Zhan Bei suddenly felt that his reaction seemed a little fussy.
Speaking of it, he seems to be seven or eight years older than God Yuebai, as if he has never seen the market.
"It's quite normal." Zhanbei coughed, cleared his throat, and said again: "By the way, God, I will hold a concert in Xiaocheng in a few days. Aren't you studying in Xiaocheng High School now? Come on Play?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com