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"Since Soho didn't know, what did uncle blame her for?" Su Yimin was stunned. Shang Xiao lowered his eyes and his voice sank slightly. Soho is my wife, and it's my duty to protect her. But uncle, if you want to hurt her, I can't stop you. "Forgive me, uncle, for being rude." At the end of the speech, Shang Xiao nodded his head and turned to go downstairs. When he had left, the long corridor still seemed to chill his lingering voice. Su Yimin's face was livid at first. He stood there for a moment. His face gradually slowed down. At last, he smiled a little. Uncle, what are you laughing at? Su Yan, who had run down from upstairs, lay on the handrail of the stairs and looked at him strangely. Su Yimin seems to be in a much better mood. Su Yan, do you like this brother-in-law? Su Yan shook his head. "I don't like it." I don't like it either. I don't like him to be like an ice cube without a long heart,Ceramic Band Heater, and I don't like him to be like a machine who is always polite and self-disciplined. I don't want him to like my daughter most. Su Yan thought hard, "I don't like it." Uncle, you're still laughing. No wonder Grandma said you had the weirdest temper. "Of course I have to laugh." Su Yimin did not care about Su Yan's words, but stared at the stairs that had disappeared and squinted. For all the reasons I don't like him.. It's collapsing. Wang Siyan is an old smoker. Life favorite is cigarettes and wine, but with Shang Xiao side for seven years,3500mg Ozone ceramic Plate, these two things are almost associated with the quit. Wang Siyan knows better than anyone that they don't drink at all, don't smoke at all, and are so harsh that they are almost perverted. So when he dozed off in the passenger seat, heard the door ring, and then smelled the smell of cigarettes, he scolded the "driver" before he opened his eyes: "You dare to smoke secretly while driving for Xiao Shen. Are you desperate?" The voice suddenly stopped. Wang Siyan opened his eyes in horror and turned back. He heard right. The noise came from behind-it wasn't the driver who got on the bus, it was Shang Xiao. Shang Xiao didn't seem to hear him and sat in the seat. Wang Siyan's voice was trembling: "Xiao, brother Xiao.." Does anyone in the Su family smoke? Are you all right? God knows he'd rather ask, "Is the smoker all right?" Uh The man's voice was cold and lazy, and he obviously did not want to talk about this topic any more. Wang Siyan had to give up and turn back in fear. Not long after, alumina c799 ,Alumina Ceramic C795, Soho also got on the bus. The four set off for the return journey. There was silence until the car stopped downstairs at the apartment where Soho lived. Soho got up to say goodbye, but Shang Xiao next to him spoke first. The tone was light and cold. When did you learn to smoke? Soho was stunned. The driver in front and Wang Siyan stared at the same time, originally because of the sleepiness of the night road immediately disappeared, and even had a clear sense of coolness climbed up from behind. Soho hesitated for a few seconds and replied vaguely, "About three years ago." Three years ago.. Shang Xiao's eyes sank slightly. Soho hesitated. "Then I'll go back first." "I'll take you." "Don't-" Soho hurriedly made a sound. After she opened her mouth, she felt that she had overreacted a little. She said with a smile, "If I am photographed by the paparazzi again and again, then I will really be a heinous crime. And it's only a few steps into the building. This area has good security. It's all right. "Good." Remembering what Su Yimin said, Shang Xiao relented. Say goodbye on both sides. When the corridor window on the Soho floor lit up and darkened a moment later, Shang Xiao returned to the car. Let's go "Hey." Wang Siyan answered and motioned to the driver. Waiting for the train to start again, he weighed his tone and asked with a cautious smile, "Brother Xiao, does Miss Su still smoke?"? Doesn't she know you're not used to the smell of smoke? Would you like me to remind you one day? “……” Remembering the petrified reaction of the girl biting the cigarette on the terrace, the man's lips were unconsciously hooked in the shadow of the window. You should know. "Huh?"? So she lit a cigarette in front of you? "Well." Shang Xiao said lightly, "I ordered for her." Wang Siyan: ".." Wang Siyan:?? It was not until the new Monday that Soho finally got the company's "amnesty" and entered the crew to prepare for his last two scenes in "Phoenix". Just as soon as he arrived in the group, Soho was called by Director Wang before he had time to go to the dressing room to change clothes and make up.
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