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Song Meng sees it so clearly that Yun Xiang will of course no longer care about the two of them, and in the end, where these two people can go, Yun Xiang cannot predict.

Yun Xiang thought about devoting herself to studying. Song Mian stayed with her every day at home, and she would not stay at school. Even if she had classes at night, she would go home later.

It took two days for Yun to think about the news. ZD is a brand created by Chinese people and is in line with the fashion and entertainment industry. So its news reached China as soon as it came out.

And it is not glorious news. ZD was first blasted out by the designer, and then the latter was exploded to fill it second.

He hasn't settled the two things yet, and it's been copied. It was jointly sued by several apparel brand companies. The first one was S1. When Yun thinks about the news, he knows that Song Mian moved.

After a series of negative news, ZD's stocks were directly stopped, lawsuits were plagued, scandals continued, and ZD was checked by the relevant departments, which is not over yet.

Just when Zhang Feng was exhausted, Mrs. Fan’s husband once again became addicted to gambling, and Deng Yang’s hands and feet were also fast. Mrs. Fan’s husband ran away, and Mrs. Fan was threatened by the Qiu family four times. Eventually Found Zhang Fengde.

Zhang Fengde naturally had no entanglement with Mrs. Fan, and warned once, but Mrs. Fan continued to come to the door without fear, and wanted to threaten him.

Of course Zhang Fengde would not be kind to Mrs. Fan, so he hired someone to start with Mrs. Fan, how could Mrs. Fan run away, and then panic and report to the police.

Zhang Fengde was detained in this way, and the police was very efficient. Not only did he find out the evidence of the incident, but he also found Zhang Fengde's vicious means of vicious competition in the past.

Yun thinks that he pays attention to the news every day. In less than two weeks, Song Mian has lost a big company...

Most importantly, Song Mian made a phone call with her before leaving Big Apple City, and he had nothing to do with it since.

"How do you look at me with such eyes?" Song Mian was watering Xinxianglian, taking care of other flowers and plants, and turning around, she saw Yun think about staring at him with such breathtaking eyes.

"In two weeks, you will ruin a company worth 5 billion." Yun thinks about extending two fingers.

"It's not me." Song Mian decisively denied that he put down his hand and walked towards Yun Xiang.

Sitting next to Yun Xiangxiang, he looked at the news page on Yun Xiangxiang's mobile phone, and the tone was rather unattractive: "Slow."

"?" Yun looked at him suspiciously.

"It takes another two weeks for such a small company. I overestimated their ability." Song Mian felt ashamed of the other party.

Yun thinks about...

Song Mian didn't have his own hands, this kind of little chatter needs his own hands, then these people of the Song family have no value in existence.

In order not to affect Yun Xiangxiang, or the Yunxiang clothes established by Deng Yang, Song Mian did not intend to let people across the line attack.

S1 was given a chance, and obviously their speed and ability disappointed him a little.

Yun thought about whether to continue this topic of hurting self-esteem, but asked: "What will happen to Zhang Fengde?"

She doesn't understand the law very well, she doesn't understand her own country, let alone foreign laws, Zhang Feng is a foreigner.

"Death sentence." Song Mian spit out two words coldly.

"Is he sentenced to death?" Yun thinks not to doubt Song Mian, just to answer the question, but he is actually curious about foreign laws.

"Of course." Song Mian smiled softly at Yun Xiang. "He bought a lot of murderous tactics."

With so many lives on his hands, the death penalty is certain. Of course, Song Mian didn't tell Yun to think about it.

Zhang Fengde also tried to buy the murderous Yun Xiang and Deng Yang. What Zhang Feng did not know was that the last time Yun Yun was in distress in Big Apple City, Song Mian brushed them with a **** lesson by thunder. Although Zhang Feng was not in contact with the same gang, but all were in a circle.

Such a terrible character appeared in the Tao, of course, to inquire clearly so as not to hit the gun. Although Song Mian was not inquired, he knew that Yun thought that this Chinese artist should not be offended.

No, Zhang Feng had to go to the forefront to buy the fierce, and the news was revealed to Song Mian here to show his good. If it weren't for Yun Xiang's joy and joy under Song Mian's eyes, Song Mian was in a happy mood. Where did Zhang Feng need to be thrown into the jail now?

"Don't you like to eat grapes?" Song Mian turned Yun to think about it.

He found that Yun Xiang liked to eat fruits and would buy her a lot of fruits every day. It seemed that Yun would not pick anything, but he was not very interested in grapes.

"I have a problem." Yun thought a little embarrassed, but did not conceal Song Mian, "I spit on everything I eat, not to mention grapes, even cherries I have to spit on."

She didn't know why she couldn't eat anything with skin, even if it was only a thin layer, like blueberries, cherries, etc., which should have been eaten with skin, Yun wouldn't think about it.

I don't want to force myself, and I don't want to waste.

"Do you like to eat grapes? No skins." Song Mian didn't think it was a big problem.

Yun thinks of watching Song Mian's fingertips gently pinching a full grape, his eyebrows curved: "Like."

Song Mian went to the kitchen with a plate of grapes. When he came back soon, it was a plate of crystal-clear flesh. Not to mention the peel, even the grape seeds had been removed, and it was placed in front of Yun Xiangxiang.

Yun thinks of kneeling on the sofa, leaning over with his body leaning on one shoulder, putting his arm on Song Mian's shoulder and putting his head forward, almost touching his face: "I want you to spoil me more."

He opened his mouth slightly as he spoke, waiting for him to feed.

For Song Mian, Yun is right to think about what to do. Anything that looks cute makes his heart, like an iceberg in the sun, no matter how cold the essence is, it will turn into a swell of water and gently sway ripple.

With a smile on his face, Song Mian grabbed a piece of pulp with a bamboo stick and handed it to her mouth.

Yun thought about eating it in his mouth with satisfaction, and stared at Song Mian with a smile on his face: "Sweet, I have eaten a sweet grape."

Her body was pressed against the back of his hand, and the soft curve was connected with his strong and firm lines. She leaned so close to herself, and the natural and refreshing fragrance of her body haunted his nose.

The lips that were already moisturized, I don't know if I had eaten the fruit, it was honey-like, like a ripe cherry, moving slightly in front of his eyes, making Song Mian's throat roll unconsciously.

He quickly fed Yun a few times to think about it, and then turned to overwhelm her: "Let me try, how sweet it is..."

The welcoming ones hadn't fallen yet, and his lips cheated, grabbing her lips.