Seeing that Song Ci remained silent, Song Fei thought that sisterhood was just like that and could be broken at any time.
"Why, you don't want to lend it to me?" Song Fei sneered, "You just love me so much."
Song Ci felt guilty and said softly, "I don't have much money..."
Song Fei: "Your man has a lot of money."
Song Ci: "Yan Jiang also has money."
"I have hands and feet, why should I use a man's money!" Big Sister Song Fei has a heavy burden.
Song Ci's eyelids twitched wildly when she heard this. She rolled her eyes and retorted to Song Fei, "You have hands and feet but can't use a man's money. Does that mean I have to lose my hands and feet?" Song Ci glared at Song Fei fiercely and said, "I don't want to use Brother Han's money either."
Song Fei sneered and told her, "You two are married, and the marriage certificate is stamped. Your property is shared. It's only natural for you to use his money."
Song Fei added, "Besides, the Mo family's affairs aren't just my business. Dad is our common father. Since we need to investigate his relationship with the Mo family, there's no reason for me to do this alone. You're not contributing money or effort, do you really think you're the wife of the richest man?"
Song Fei doesn't talk much usually, but when she does, she can be really annoying.
Song Ci was in the wrong. She took out the bank card she had prepared long ago and said, "There are six million in it. It's the dividend Liang Bo gave me, and the endorsement fee I earned from endorsing the airline. Song Fei, I'll give you the money, but don't cause any trouble for me."
Song Ci was always worried that Song Fei would commit a crime.
Song Fei snatched the card away and put it into her pocket without any psychological burden. As she put it in her pocket, she asked Song Ci, "I've already prepared it. Why didn't you take it out before?"
"It's a huge sum of money, I can't bear to part with it." Song Ci looked at the outline of the bank card in Song Fei's suit trouser pocket, his heart bleeding.
Song Fei was amused by Song Ci's pitiful eyes. She raised her right hand and hugged Song Ci's arm, and like a scumbag coaxing his girlfriend, she coaxed Song Ci: "Don't worry, little idiot, I will pay you back when I make money."
Song Ci didn't believe her at all. Virus researchers like them couldn't make much money in their lifetime, and Song Ci had taken out the money and had no intention of getting it back.
As Song Fei said, it was not Song Fei's sole responsibility to find out what happened between her father and the Mo family. As Song Tingyun's daughter, Song Ci also had an obligation. She paid the money and Song Fei worked hard, which was what she should do.
Han Zhan is now very popular, and he is surrounded by people wherever he goes. When he saw Song Fei and was with Song Fei, he felt at ease to talk to people.
After Yan Jiang entered the hall, he saw many colleagues and friends from the entertainment industry, and was also pulled over to reminisce about the past. The two sisters found some quiet time and sat down on the sofa, flipping through the auction brochure and studying it.
"Song Ci." Su Huanyan's gentle and clear voice sounded behind Song Ci.
Song Ci turned around and saw a beautiful pregnant woman standing behind her. Su Huanyan's belly was already bulging, and the cheongsam no longer fit her. Today, Su Huanyan abandoned the cheongsam and wore an off-white dress with a wide skirt that covered her pregnant belly.
"Huanyan, come and sit here." Song Ci patted the empty seat next to him.
Hearing the name Huanyan, Song Fei looked up at Su Huanyan. Nodding coldly at Su Huanyan, Song Fei lowered her head and continued to flip through the book.
Su Huanyan was impressed by Song Fei’s handsomeness in a suit.
After sitting down next to Song Ci, Su Huanyan whispered to her, "Song Ci, is this your sister Song Fei? It's amazing, you two look alike, but when you wear different styles of clothes, you have two different temperaments."
Song Ci asked with amusement: "Why don't you tell me, what is my temperament and what is Song Fei's temperament?"
Su Huanyan said: "You are noble and generous."
Song Ci smiled with narrowed eyes.
Su Huanyan glanced at Song Fei and said in a lower voice, "Your sister is a bandit and domineering."
"That's a good summary." Song Ci suppressed a laugh. She nudged Song Fei's arm and said, "Can you please sit more elegantly? You're not a lady at all."
Song Fei was chewing popping candy, wearing a black suit and a pair of black diamond-faced high heels. She sat on the sofa, legs folded, chin slightly raised, reading the brochure, looking like a domineering CEO, not a lady at all.
Hearing Song Ci's words, Song Fei treated them as if she was talking nonsense. There were thousands of different beauties, all with their own unique charms, and she wanted to sit with the most unique woman.
Song Ci and Su Huanyan are girls of the same type. Both of them cannot resist the attraction of beautiful jewelry. They chattered about which set of jewelry is more beautiful and which pair of earrings is suitable for what kind of skirt.
Song Fei found it boring.
She looked up and looked towards Yan Jiang, and saw a girl almost pressing her body against Yan Jiang. Song Fei stood up, picked up the wine, and walked over there step by step.
There were three people standing and speaking with Yan Jiang: two men and one woman. The men were all actors, old friends who had worked with Yan Jiang many years ago in his famous film.
Back then, they were all still young and didn't understand the rules of the industry, so the friendship they established was quite pure. Furthermore, Yan Jiang's personality was independent, he didn't try to be pretentious or pretentious, so everyone liked his genuine nature.
After so many years, they have always maintained a good relationship, and they will find time to meet up a few times a year, get together, have a meal, sing songs. When they meet at a party, it is inevitable that they will pull Yan Jiang over to reminisce about the past.
The tall girl in the dark purple tube top dress is a well-known model in China who has shot a fashion magazine with Yan Jiang.
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