Chapter 817
She was referring to the Ji family.
For them, the Ji family affair is no secret to them.
They all know that Qiao Jin is Ji Ping\'an\'s granddaughter.
Naturally, I also know about Ji Qiyue and Chai Yueli, as well as a Jifan dispute.
In addition, Ji\'s family has been in chaos recently. Even giskey has had an accident. Although Joe is out now, there is still a little risk.
Qiao Jin naturally did not worry, but did not refute song Suyu\'s good intentions.
After the talk, song Suyu has not left yet, and song Simian, the second uncle, has come.
He was still that wild and uninhibited look, when he came to see song Suyu and Qiao are now, "Yo" A: "you are talking about the whisper between your girlfriends?"
Song Suyu saw his appearance or a little funny: "second uncle, you are in our house at least, you can\'t be more stable, you used to clean up when you came back, now how come?"
"I\'m tired of it." Song simian waved: "anyway, now inkstone green all know, so it, I camouflage more boring."
In order to show his weakness in front of song Yanqing, he has to shave and cut his hair every time he comes back, and he also wears white clothes. He tries to look like he has a cough and has to carry it back at any time, so that song Yanqing can realize that his second uncle is really unable to deal with his work. As a result, things are exposed and he doesn\'t need to disguise.
Song Su met hem and haw with a smile: "second uncle, you\'ve been really free for so many years. You don\'t have to worry about anything. If you look at my father, then look at my brother, do you really have no guilt in your heart?"
Song simian coughed and coughed. He knew that he was unreasonable. "We don\'t mention so many things in the past. Besides, I\'m really not interested in you. You can\'t force me. I\'m not a businessman. The gallery I opened last year has gone bankrupt again. I\'m not appreciated. It\'s too much!"
Song simian raised his head, a sad autumn Minchun look, but his appearance does not seem convincing.
Song Su met a way: "throw a few strokes on the white cloth, even a baby can draw. It\'s a miracle that your paintings are appreciated by others."
Song Simian was calm: "how to talk? How do you say the great artists of the future? "
Song Suyu: "twenty years ago, you said that you are a great artist in the future. Now you are still the future."
Song simian:
By his niece, song simian felt that he was wrong.
If he had not been curious about Qiao Jin and song Yanqing, he would not have come.
Do not want to and song Su encounter pull, he looked inside: "you and her here, inkstone green?"
"I\'m in the room. I\'m talking to Joe. What does he listen to?"
"Tut."
Song simian walked toward the house, shouting: "inkstone green."
Song Su and Qiao Jin enter song Yanqing\'s room and hall together.
Song Yanqing heard song simian\'s cry, came out and nodded: "second uncle."
Song simian smiles at him with a friendly smile, but song Yanqing looks at the bearded face of the second uncle and finds that he still can\'t accept his appearance.
After all, in his past memory, the second uncle was extremely stable.
His eyelids jumped.