MTL - Addicted To Favoritism, the Reborn Sweet Wife is So Sweet-Chapter 57 I'm sorry, I'm his woman

   Chapter 57 Sorry, I'm his woman

  Although Qiao Huilan said so, Yun Lin always felt that it was not as simple as being a friend, so she mentioned it to show that she and Fu Tingyao have a good relationship.

   "It turned out to be a friend, new acquaintance? Why haven't I met?"

   She couldn't help looking at Mu Xingwan, the first thing she saw was the black scar on her cheek, one word ugly, about 170 height, wearing a custom dress, but her temperament was very good.

   Yunlin likes Fu Tingyao, she knows it, as for his friend, Yunlin really doesn't know him.

   Qiao Huilan was so eager to separate her relationship from Fu Tingyao, just to match them.

   She introduced herself generously, because it was a hidden marriage, "I'm Ayao's girlfriend, Mu Xingwan."

  It was the first time that Fu Tingyao heard her introduce himself. He lowered his eyes and looked over. The girl smiled at the corners of her lips, neither humble nor arrogant, which was in line with her temperament.

   The smile on Yunlin's lips froze. She looked at Fu Tingyao, as if waiting for his response. To her disappointment, he turned his head to look at Mu Xingwan, and if he didn't refute it, it meant it was true.

   Yunlin was born in a wealthy family, what have you never seen before?

  Qiao Huilan obviously doesn't like Mu Xingwan.

   Mu Xingwan's appearance, who would look at it?

   She gained confidence again, "Really, when did Tingyao find a girlfriend? Why didn't you hear about it?"

   Fu Tingyao's tone was a little cold: "I'm looking for a girlfriend, why should I notify you?"

   Yunlin was startled for a while, and she couldn't get off the stage.

  Qiao Huilan didn't expect Mu Xingwan to demolish her stage in front of everyone, and even Fu Tingyao helped her. Now is not the time to be angry.

   She took a step forward, "Lin'er, stop talking while standing, all sit down."

   Yunlin then went down the steps and sat down with them.

  The old man has lived for a long time. He has seen everything, and he can tell that Tingyao is different to that Mu Xingwan.

  Mu Xingwan was sitting next to Fu Tingyao when she heard Qiao Huilan say, "I heard that Liner's violin has won the Emperor's International Championship. It's really amazing."

   "Auntie, I'm just lucky, otherwise, with so many powerful opponents, I wouldn't be able to win the championship." Yunlin seemed humble, but in fact she wanted to say that so many powerful players, she was the only one who won the championship.

   Mu Xing smiled and said nothing, and did not feel inferior because Qiao Huilan touted Yunlin. Whoever had the last laugh was the winner.

  Qiao Huilan glanced at Mu Xingwan, and it was clear at a glance whether it was a pheasant or a phoenix.

   She said again: "You and Tingyao are classmates, there should be a lot to talk about, you should talk about the old days."

  The old man also nodded: "Yes, you are classmates, so it's time to catch up."

   Yunlin looked at Fu Tingyao, her almond eyes shy, "Tingyao, there is a class reunion tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

  Qiao Huilan was afraid that Mu Xingwan would make trouble, so she went to the oil head, "Mu Xingwan, bring over the cakes that the old man likes to eat."

   Mu Xingwan glanced sideways at Fu Tingyao, his eyes were very clear, if she didn't want to go, Qiao Huilan couldn't do anything to her.

   "I'll go out and come back later."

   She squeezed the man's palm, then stood up and left with Qiao Huilan.

   She followed, just to breathe.

   After Qiao Huilan called her out, she asked Yu's mother to take her to the kitchen.

   "This is the Fu family. There are many rules. Although you and the second young master have obtained the certificate, you are not the daughter-in-law of the Fu family. This is the old man's favorite pastry. You can bring it to the old man to please the old man."

  Yu Mom said it was for her sake, but in fact, this pastry is what the old man hates the most.

  Not only that, tapioca flour was secretly put in the pastry, and you will be allergic to it.

I have passed the age where I like to show off and make noise. When I encounter something I like, I will do my best. I no longer expect the response and encouragement of the people around me, and I no longer care about other people's praise and rhetoric. I will not scream around because of excitement. .

   (end of this chapter)