Jiang Yiyu was very pleased with this, but Song Shengsheng didn't think much of it and just kept smiling politely.
Whether she and Jiang Yiyu were a match made in heaven was not something she needed others to judge, especially since she didn't know them at all.
Looking at Song Ming who was sitting opposite her, the girls from noble families as Jiang Yiyu mentioned were sitting on both sides of him. He was awkward and reserved. He would turn his head to listen to what the girl on his left said, then turn back to listen to what the girl on his right said.
Song Shengsheng was not familiar with these ladies, and had only met them a few times at most. She did not understand their temperaments and personalities, but just by looking at the quiet and dignified demeanor they displayed, she knew that they were definitely not the type Song Ming liked.
What kind of girl does Song Ming like? It should be a cool and unique type of girl. To use a not-so-nice word, it would be best if she is a bit sassy.
In Jiang Yiyu's words, Song Ming might have read too much since he was a child and was suppressed, so he has some masochistic tendencies. He likes Wen Jing, who is never angry with him and either beats or scolds him. Anyway, as long as they are unhappy when getting along, he feels happy.
Song Shengsheng did not comment on this, because all of Song Ming's so-called girlfriends, regardless of their true personalities, did look pretty cool on the surface.
"Shengsheng, look, there are so many guests coming to our house today to celebrate your birthday. Shouldn't you also say a few words of thanks?" Wang Jing said with a smile, while signaling the butler to pour a glass of wine for Song Shengsheng.
Song Shengsheng smiled and nodded politely. She stood up with her wine glass in hand and said, "Thank you all, relatives and friends, for taking time out of your busy schedules to celebrate my birthday. I won't say much politely, but I'll just express my gratitude in the wine. I hope everyone has a happy and enjoyable day today."
After saying that, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.
During the meal, people came and went to toast each other, and among the chatter and laughter, only Song Ming was the most unhappy, but he couldn't show it and could only force a smile. Jiang Yiyu felt tired just by looking at him.
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