Before Ying Sitong could take action, the boy who was talking was immediately repaired by his wife:

"Ah, Bai Ximing, you are so brave. You said in front of your wife that others are your wife?!"

Bai Ximing immediately admitted his defeat, "Wife, please listen to my explanation. Yuan Yui is a female star. I am just showing that this is impossible..."

Ying Sitong leaned on the sofa and felt a little tired, but suddenly remembered something, so she asked, "Do you want to see my photo with Xia Yuan?"

"Okay, okay."

A group of people looked at her jokingly, thinking that this girl was quite persistent.

When Ying Sitong opened her phone, she realized that there were really few photos between her and Xia Yuan.

It cannot be said that it is too little. Xia Yuan spends most of the time filming, and the two of them don’t spend much time together, and they basically stay at home.

I only had some photos when I was traveling before, most of which were taken with Xia Yuan’s mobile phone.

Only two or three photos were left on Ying Sitong's mobile phone.

She found a photo of her faces huddled together with food and handed it to everyone.

Sun Xiaohong took it first and then circulated it to everyone.

Finally, the phone was handed back to Ying Sitong.

A smile appeared in her bright eyes, and she put her phone back into her pocket.

"How is it, do you believe it?"

"Well, I believe it." Sun Xiaohong nodded, "Why are your picture-paging skills so good? Where did you learn it?"

“…”

Ying Sitong felt a little tired, why don’t you believe me?

Sun Xiaohong looked at her in disbelief, "Your husband really doesn't mind your heavy fan male star?"

"I really..."

Ying Sitong sighed and gave up struggling.

"Okay, I admit, I'm really a little crazy. Who made Xia Yuan look good?"

Ying Sitong smirked at the screen of the phone.

"But my husband doesn't mind much, because he knows that in my mind he will always be the handsomeest man."

When saying this, Ying Sitong said it for some reason.

Everyone sounded a little trembling.

It seems that it’s not that her husband is so handsome, but that he has the urge to die of him.

"It's okay, we all understand."

Everyone looked at her sympathetically.

Even Yang Yujia is not very jealous.

"By the way, Sitong, what is your husband doing?"

"I?"

Ying Sitong instinctively wanted to say, what else is there to ask about? Isn’t Xia Yuan just an actor?

But looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, she couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Ying Sitong sniffed and continued to lick the ice cream on her hands calmly. It would melt if she didn't finish eating it.

Then he said lightly, "He, he does physical work and works as a temporary worker for others. When the construction site needs him to start work, he will go there. It is particularly unstable. He may only work for a few months a year, or he may not have a job for most of the year."

Halfway through the conversation, Ying Sitong found that the atmosphere at the scene was not right. When she looked up, she showed sympathy on the other people's faces.

"I'm sorry," Yang Yujia stretched out her hand and pinched Ying Sitong's shoulder, "I shouldn't have asked this question. But your husband has already worked so hard to make money, so you should have a very deep relationship, right?"

The subtext of the girls on the scene said:

If they were the same, they would have been extremely insecure when they met such a man who had extremely unstable work and might have left long ago.

But it is really not easy for Ying Sitong to persevere until now.

What is this not true love?

Mom!

Ying Sitong looked at them in disbelief, completely unable to understand what kind of judgment these people are.

What's wrong with this world?

When you tell the truth, others don't believe you at all.

But when you lie, they believe it.

It's so strange about this world.

It's like a fake one.

Actually, it’s no wonder that she is. Who would have thought that friends around her would marry celebrities?

First of all, the diamond ring on Ying Sitong's hand is very small and it doesn't cost much.

She came here by herself today.

There is a BYD in the house.

All the situations show that her family is not very wealthy, and her other half is mostly a relatively poor working class.

The image of a temporary worker described by Ying Sitong just now is very reasonable, at least more reasonable than [My husband is Xia Yuan].

Ying Sitong tried hard to take a few breaths.

When she thought that it was because Xia Yuan did not come, she became angry.

Look at the time, it is already 8:30. If you have children at home, you cannot stay for a long time. It is expected that you will have to part at around 9:00.

By that time, if Xia Yuan hadn't come yet, he wouldn't use it today.

The beautiful young woman in the blood tribe lowered her head with an ugly expression. Xia Yuan died, don’t want to go to my mother’s bed tonight.

...

It was at this moment that a crisp sound of a little girl came from outside.

"Mom, mom, a broken used car came at the door."

The new house that Yi Feng bought is on the first floor, and there is a parking shed outside through a small garden. Just now, the children from several colleagues' houses were playing outside, most of whom were four or five years old.

When the girl's parents heard the sound, they said without looking back, "If you break a second-hand car, just break a second-hand car. What's the best thing?"

But how do my own girl know that someone else is buying a used car?

This is really strange.

She stood up and looked closer to the window.

These kids...

Where is a broken used car just driven in outside?

It was obviously a Porsche!

Porsche!

...

"Damn!"

The girl's parents suddenly exclaimed.

The child's father immediately patted her on the back with some dissatisfaction, "The child is here, why are you talking swearing?"

"No, no...that, who?"

The girl's mother pointed out the window incoherently.

Porsche is not new these days. There are many rich people in Yunze City, and there are also many people driving Porsches, but what really shocked her was that-

The man walking out of the car.

The person who came was very young, with handsome facial features and cool short hair.

Wearing a well-designed brand suit, he showed his elegance in every move.

The young man stopped the car and disappeared outside the window.

"Who is who?"

Several colleagues approached the window, and no one was seen except for the conspicuous gay purple Porsche and the onlookers.

"Hell?"

"It's mysterious and not so scary."

The girl's mother opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain it to them. She didn't know why the name she mentioned just now could not remember it when she was right.
To be continued...