Marriage of a wealthy family: rebirth of the ace boss

The voice is a bit cold and a bit low.

Look no further?

Good guy!

When did Yu Tingzhi become such a gentleman?

After a moment, Yu Tingzhi let go of his hand and adjusted his sunglasses with his long white fingers, "Let's go."

Wang Dengfeng looked around and asked doubtfully: "Where is the fairy?"

"What fairy?" Yu Tingzhi asked.

Wang Dengfeng continued: "That fairy in the red dress just now! Third brother, don't say you didn't see it!"

"You are dazzled." Yu Tingzhi was wearing sunglasses, and there was no expression on his face. "There are no fairies in the wild mountains."

Dazzled?

Wang Dengfeng rubbed his eyes, "Impossible! I saw it clearly. Third brother, are you lying to me..."

Yu Tingzhi ignored him and took a long step, leaving Wang Dengfeng behind.

"Third brother, wait for me, why are you walking so fast?" Wang Dengfeng chased after him, "Where did that fairy go just now?"

Yu Tingzhi automatically ignored the last question, "My legs are not good, so I have to hurry up."

My legs are bad so I have to hurry up?

What the hell kind of logic is this?

Wang Dengfeng then asked where the fairy had gone, but Yu Tingzhi acted as if nothing had happened, which made Wang Dengfeng begin to wonder if he was really hallucinating!

...

Song Hua folded a bouquet of bright wild flowers in the mountains and came to the grave of old man Wei Cuihua.

The old man in the black and white photo on the tombstone is looking forward with a kind smile.

"Old man, don't worry. Since I have become your granddaughter, I will definitely fulfill her unfulfilled wish." After saying that, Song Hua bowed towards the tombstone, "I hope that when I return to the Song family this time, I will not disappoint you.

I will not let Song Hua down."

By the time Song Hua came back from the mountain, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun sets in the west.

The golden sunshine filled the small mountain village with smoke curling up, like an oil painting.

Song Hua walked along the village. Every time she passed a place, memories of the original owner would appear in front of her eyes.

The original owner's childhood was both tragic and happy.

The tragic part comes from the Song family, and the happy part comes from Wei Cuihua and Xiushui Village.

"Huahua, have you eaten? If not, go to my house to eat."

"Huahua, I heard that you are sick. Are you feeling better now?"

"..."

The villagers in Xiushui Village were very enthusiastic. Knowing that Wei Cuihua had just passed away, they took special care of Song Hua.

This child has had a hard life since he was a child. He is obviously a lucky star, but he is regarded as a broom star by the Song family...

Fortunately, fortunately, there is still Wei Cuihua.

Wei Cuihua was the only light in Song Hua's dark days.

"Huahua, wait a moment." At this moment, a fat middle-aged woman caught up with Songhua holding cooked corn on the cob.

Song Hua turned around and looked at the person who came, her lips curved: "Little aunt."

The little aunt put the corn cob into Song Hua's hand, "This is the corn I just picked today. It's sweet! Try it."

"Thank you, auntie." Song Hua took the corn with both hands.

"This kid, how can I thank you so much?" The aunt looked at Song Hua and continued: "Huahua, remember to be obedient when you get to your new home. Your parents may be cold-faced but warm-hearted. In fact, they still miss you very much.

, otherwise I wouldn’t have come to take you back, you...sigh..."

In the end, my aunt didn't know how to explain herself.

If the Song family really regarded Song Hua as their biological daughter, they would not have left Song Hua in the countryside for so many years.

Song Hua raised her eyes to look at her aunt, her lips twitching slightly, "Okay."

The aunt looked at Song Hua, who was smiling like a flower, and was suddenly stunned.

The girl in front of her has painted eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes that are so clear that people can't help but linger in them. My aunt has always known that Song Hua is a beautiful woman, but she doesn't know that Song Hua can actually see her to this extent.

After bidding farewell to her little aunt, Song Hua turned around and went back. She now lives with her third grandma. Although the courtyard is dilapidated, it is kept very clean.

...

The next morning.

Song Hua had just finished breakfast when she heard a knock on the door.

The third grandma heard the sound and said with a smile: "It must be your mother here."

After saying that, he immediately ran to open the door.

The door opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged woman stood outside.

The person coming was not Zhou Lei.

This is the housekeeper of the Song family.

Song Hua looked at the visitor, half-leaning on the doorframe, with a lazy posture, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, showing no emotion.

"Old lady, the madam asked me to take the young lady back."

The housekeeper called the old lady, but there was no sign of respect on her face. She looked at the third grandma as if she were looking at a pitiful ant.

After all, what kind of old lady is she?

Looking at the housekeeper standing outside the door, the third grandmother was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Come in, come in! Butler Wang, you have been driving all night, you must be hungry now, and there is nothing good at home. I'll go

Don’t mind cooking a bowl of noodles!”

"No need." Butler Wang glanced at Third Grandma, with disgust that could not be concealed in his eyes.

How could she eat something from here?

It’s more like feeding a dog!

After a moment, Butler Wang looked up at Song Hua, who was leaning against the door, "Miss, it's getting late, let's go."

Song Hua's things have been packed, including a simple backpack and a chubby little cat.

The original owner picked up this little kitten a month ago. When he first picked it up, the little kitten was dying and half of its life was gone.

Maybe it's because they feel connected to each other.

The original owner spent all his savings over the years and took the kitten to the pet hospital.

Although Song Hua doesn't like small animals very much, since it is a cat that the original owner spent all his savings to keep, she must take good care of it.

Looking at the cat in Song Hua's arms, the disgust in the housekeeper's eyes became more and more obvious, "Miss, madam hates wild cats of unknown origin the most!"

A sentence has two meanings.

I hate cats and people, especially those of unknown origin.

Song Hua just held the milk cat in her arms and said in a faint tone, "I will be wherever it is."

Butler Wang frowned. The Song family was willing to take Song Hua back, which was already a great gift. Not only was she not grateful, she even wanted to bring a local cat with her!

What an extravagance!

"If the lady insists on taking it with her, then I need to ask Madam for permission." Butler Wang took out his cell phone and walked outside the door.

"Go." Song Hua nodded slightly. She had been in a high position for a long time, and she had an aura that was irresistible.

The housekeeper frowned slightly. She thought that if she said she would call back, Song Hua would be wise enough to throw the cat away.

Who would have known that Song Hua not only didn’t throw away the cat, but also acted like a superior!

Do you really think of yourself as Miss Song?

Who gave her the face?

Steward Wang came outside with a straight face and his cell phone and called Zhou Lei.

Not long after, she came into the house again, her face became darker, she looked at Song Hua and warned: "Miss, watch your cat, the Song family is no better than your country."

Song Hua didn't speak. She lowered her eyes and looked at the cat in her arms. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyelids.

Skin as white as jade.

Butler Wang was stunned for a moment.

Is this bright and arrogant girl in front of me really that timid country girl?

soon.

The corners of Butler Wang's mouth showed a hint of disdain again.

She is just a country girl. Even if she becomes different, she can only be a country girl!

She will never be as good as the excellent Song Baoyi.

Thinking this way, the disdain in Butler Wang's eyes became more and more obvious.

**

Before leaving, the third grandma held Song Hua's hand tightly, her eyes were red, and her voice was almost choked, "Huahua, when you get to your new home, remember to listen to your parents and your mother, don't make them angry, and just tolerate everything and let it go."

Already..."

"Yes, I will." Song Huayong nodded slightly, stretched out his arms to hug the third grandma, "Third grandma, goodbye."

The third grandma watched Song Hua get into the car. It wasn't until the car disappeared on the trail in front that she wiped away her tears and turned back to the house.

Eight hours later.

The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa.

Arriving in front of the villa in her memory again, Song Hua's heart suddenly beat a little fast, almost uncontrollably.

Butler Wang glanced at Song Hua and said: "The eldest lady is weak. If your cat scares the eldest lady, no one can afford it!"

I don’t know if Song Hua heard it, but she just held the cat in her arms, her back straight.

Butler Wang looked at Song Hua's profile and frowned.

Uncultured stuff!

I don't know what Song Dalong and Zhou Lei were thinking that they would take such a wild girl back.

Butler Wang suppressed his displeasure and said, "Sir and wife are already waiting for you in the study. Come with me to the study first."

Song Hua followed her footsteps.

Soon, we arrived at the door of the study.

"Sir, Madam." Butler Wang stood at the door and said respectfully.

"Let her come in." Song Dalong's voice came from inside.

"Okay." Butler Wang turned to look at Song Hua, "Sir, let you in."

Song Hua held the cat in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

When he opened the door, he saw a fat, middle-aged man sitting next to the desk. He had a slight bald head and small eyes that were almost narrowed to a slit. He looked very shrewd.

Sitting next to her was a middle-aged woman with a good figure. She was extremely well-maintained, her actual age was invisible, and she looked outstanding.

These are the adoptive parents of the original owner, Song Dalong and Zhou Lei.

"Sit down." Zhou Lei looked at Song Hua who walked in and suppressed the disgust in her eyes.

Song Hua sat down as instructed.

Song Dalong glanced at this adopted daughter who had been abandoned in the countryside since she was a child, and went directly to the topic, "Now that you have come back, from now on, you are a member of this family. Baoyi is your only sister. What will you do in the future?"

Everything you do must be centered around Baoyi. As a sister, you must use your own life to protect Baoyi at critical moments."

Use your life to protect Song Baoyi?

Does it turn out that the meaning of her existence is for Song Baoyi?

Song Hua lowered her eyes slightly, her long and thick eyelashes covering the expression under her eyes.

How stupid is the original owner to think that Song Dalong and Zhou Lei will truly accept her and treat her as their biological daughter?

Song Dalong paused and then said: "We have arranged a marriage for you. You are the third eldest son of the Yu family. There will be an engagement party in half a month."

"If I remember correctly," Song Hua stroked the cat in her arms, looking a little lazy, "the person who is engaged to the Yu family should be Song Baoyi, right?"

Hearing this, Song Dalong frowned slightly. He felt that Song Hua was a little different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different. After all, he had never looked at this adopted daughter in the eyes. "You and your sister are not from the same world."

As a person, her future is limitless and she is like a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens. Naturally, you cannot take advantage of yourself by marrying a disabled person."

How can a little bastard who knows nothing compare to Shi Baoyi?

Zhou Lei spoke at the right time, "The Yu family has a great business. It's your blessing to marry her. Don't be ignorant!"

The last sentence is a warning and a beating.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Good morning, little fairies~

The second day after writing the article.

Let’s see you tomorrow~