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Chapter 817

Qiao Jin and Song Suyu said a few simple words.

Finally, Song Suyu also said: "Don't worry about the things you have. If you have anything, just tell me and Yan Qing that people who shouldn't disturb you will not come to you."

She was referring to the affairs of the Ji family.

To them, the incident in the Ji family is not a secret to them.

They all knew that Qiao Jin was Ji Ping'an's granddaughter.

Naturally, I also knew about the dispute between Ji Qiyue, Chai Yueli and Ji Fan.

In addition, the Ji family has been in chaos recently, and even Ji Skye has had an accident. Although Qiao Jin is away, there is still a little risk.

Qiao Jin was naturally not worried, but he did not refute Song Suyu's kindness.

After the talk, Song Suyu had not left yet, and his second uncle Song Simien came.

He still looked unruly. When he walked over, he saw Song Suyu and Qiao Jin both here, and said "yo": "Where are you talking about the whispers between your best friends here?"

Song Suyu was still a little funny when he saw his appearance: "Uncle Second, you are at our house at least, so you can't be more steady. You used to clean up when you came back, why is it like this now?"

"I feel annoyed." Song Simien waved her hand: "Anyway, Yan Qing knows it now, let's just do it. How boring I can pretend to be."

In order to show his weakness in front of Song Yanqing, he had to shave his hair every time he came back, and he had to wear white clothes and try to recite it with coughs at any time, so that Song Yanqing could not even handle any work. As a result, the matter was exposed now that he did not need to disguise himself.

Song Suyu laughed: "Uncle Second, you have been free for so many years, and you don't have to worry about anything. Look at my dad and my brother, do you really feel no guilt at all?"

Song Simien coughed, knowing that this matter was unreasonable. "We won't mention so many things in the past. Besides, I'm really not interested. You can't force me. I'm not a business man. The gallery I opened last year went bankrupt again. I didn't appreciate it. No one appreciated me. It's too much!"

Song Simien raised her head, looking sad as if she was sad about Qiu Minchun, but his appearance really didn't look convincing.

Song Suyu said: "If you throw a few strokes on the white cloth, you can even draw a baby. It's a miracle that someone appreciates your paintings."

Song Simian had a calm face: "How do you speak? Why do you say that the great artists of the future?"

Song Suyu: "Twenty years ago, you said that you were the great artist of the future, and you are still in the future."

Song Simian: “…”

After being criticized by his niece, Song Simien felt that he was not right.

He wouldn't have come if he hadn't been curious about Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing.

He didn't want to get involved with Song Suyu anymore, so he looked inside: "You and her are here, where is Yan Qing?"

"I've gone into the house. I'm talking to Qiao Jin, what do he listen to?"

"Tsk."

Song Simian walked into the room and shouted loudly: "Yan Qing."

Song Suyu and Qiao Jin entered Song Yanqing's room together.

Song Yanqing heard Song Simien's shouting and walked out and nodded: "Second Uncle."

Song Simian smiled friendly to him, but Song Yanqing looked at his second uncle's unshaven face and found that he still couldn't accept his appearance.

After all, in his past memories, the second uncle was extremely steady.
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