The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

Song Yiyan is in a complicated mood now.

Although Jiangcheng is not small, it is not too big. After all, it is just a city surrounded by islands.

What if, what if Mrs. Song meets Song Hua?

The first time Zheng Mei saw Song Hua, she felt that she had a relationship with her. If Mrs. Song saw Song Hua, she would definitely be in big trouble.

After all, even when she saw Song Hua laughing, she felt like Zheng Mei between her brows and eyes.

no.

Can't let old lady Song go to Jiangcheng.

Song Yiyan turned to look at Song Boyang, and asked with a smile, "Brother, is there anything else grandma has to do in Jiangcheng?"

Hearing this, Song Boyang nodded slightly, "Well, I heard that my cousin found a girlfriend."

Mrs. Song is getting old, in addition to wanting to find her only granddaughter, she also has a wish to see several grandchildren start their own families.

Now that a grandson has finally found a girlfriend, Mrs. Song of course wants to see it in person.

"So that's the case." Song Yiyan nodded, and then asked, "When does grandma plan to leave?"

"It should be tomorrow morning." Song Boyang replied.

"Oh." Song Yiyan felt a little regretful, "Unfortunately, I don't have a vacation. If I have a vacation, I'll go with my grandma."

Speaking of which, she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression became sad for a moment, "Forget it, if I really go, it will only make grandma unhappy."

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Yiyan was very aggrieved.

Song Boyang felt very distressed.

He never understood why Mrs. Song attached so much importance to blood relationship.

Song Boyang touched Song Yiyan's head, "Yiyan, you still have a brother."

Song Yiyan smiled, put her head on Song Boyang's shoulder, and then quickly moved away, "Third brother, thank you."

"Fool." Song Boyang smiled dotingly.

Just like his character in front of the public.

Pampered sister madman.

Because of this character design, Song Boyang also attracted a wave of passers-by fans.

Song Yiyan also won the title of "National Sister".

Therefore, not only Song Boyang dotes on Song Yiyan, but also a bunch of Song Boyang's fans dote on Song Yiyan.

Song Boyang continued: "Grandma, she is old, so she is a little stubborn, and her thoughts are not the same as our young people. Don't care too much about everything, just think she doesn't exist."

Anyway, Song Yiyan does not depend on Mrs. Song to live.

It's the same with or without Mrs. Song.

Song Yiyan didn't need to look at Old Madam Song's wink at all.

The reason why Song Yiyan cares so much about what Mrs. Song thinks of her is because she is a good and filial granddaughter.

pity.

Not only did Mrs. Song fail to see how good Song Yiyan was, but she only speculated about Song Yiyan.

Thinking of this, Song Boyang sighed.

Song Yiyan smiled and said, "My third brother is fine. She is a grandmother and an elder. No matter how she treats me, I can't ignore her. It's disrespectful."

She wouldn't do something so disrespectful.

Song Boyang looked at Song Yiyan with a distressed look in his eyes.

His sister is too soft-hearted.

But that's fine too.

Compared with those with heavy new machines, Song Boyang prefers Song Yiyan.

Simple and easygoing.

Get along with Song Yiyan, there is absolutely no need to worry.

What do you want to do, what do you want to say.

Just then, a coughing sound came from upstairs.

Song Yiyan looked up, "It seems like grandma is coughing?"

"Um."

Song Yiyan was very worried, "Grandma has been coughing like this for several days, let me cook some loquat paste for her. It will get better sooner."

After speaking, Song Yiyan turned around and left.

Song Boyang looked at her back and shook his head helplessly.

Mrs. Song treats Song Yiyan like this, but not only does Song Yiyan hold no grudges, but she has to cook loquat paste for Mrs. Song. Where can such a good granddaughter be found?

Maybe even the missing Song Yan couldn't do this, right?

In this world, I am afraid that only Mrs. Song is born in a blessing and does not know how to be blessed!

Song Yiyan came to the kitchen and started to cook loquat paste.

Not long after, Zhang's mother also came to the kitchen.

The two were not far from each other.

Zhang Ma said hello as usual, "Miss, do you need my help?"

"No, I'll cook some loquat paste for grandma."

Mother Zhang nodded.

Song Yiyan took the bowl and continued, "Is the old woman allergic to pears?"

"Well." Zhang Ma glanced at Song Yiyan.

Song Yiyan narrowed her eyes, picked up a sliced ​​pear, and threw it into the pot.

Mrs. Song is old and her immune system is not good. It will take at least a week for her to recover from allergies.

At that time, the second uncle of the Song family will definitely take the initiative to bring his son to see Mrs. Song.

In this way, Mrs. Song doesn't have to go to Jiangcheng.

Stewing loquat paste and pears together is a good remedy for coughing, but Mrs. Song will be allergic by then, and it will not be her responsibility.

Thinking of this, Song Yiyan curled the corners of her lips.

After it was boiled, Song Yiyan poured out the soup and brought it to Mrs. Song's room.

Mrs. Song was chatting with Chu Liangyu, the second daughter-in-law of the Song family, with a smile on her face, "Teacher? Teacher is good, a scholarly family, teaching and educating people, family background almost doesn't matter, as long as there is no problem with personality."

The Song family had nothing.

That is, there is no lack of strength, and there is no need to engage in family marriage.

I can't see Liangyu's face clearly on the phone, and I can only hear Chu Liangyu's voice, "I think the same as you, as long as the girl looks like Zhou Zheng and has a good character. It's useless to be too beautiful, and it's not a beauty pageant. ."

Mrs. Song and this daughter-in-law were able to chat relatively well, and said with a smile, "You are right."

"Grandma," Song Yiyan brought the bowl in front of Mrs. Song, "Seeing that you have a bad cough, I specially made some pipa soup for you. You can drink it. My classmate said that this cough is very effective."

Seeing Song Yiyan on the phone, Chu Liangyu smiled and said, "Yiyan is so filial."

"This is the second aunt I should be doing."

Mrs. Song took the bowl that Song Yiyan handed over and said thank you. She was about to bow her head to take a sip, but frowned slightly at this moment.

wrong.

The taste of this pipa soup is very wrong.

Her hesitant action made Song Yiyan very anxious.

Drink now!

Drink now!

Why don't you drink it!

Mrs. Song held the phone in one hand, and slammed the bowl on the table with the other hand, "What did you put here?"

Song Yiyan's expression changed, "No, nothing!"

How could she have thought that Mrs. Song could smell something wrong just by smelling it.

Mrs. Song cut off the video, "Have you put any pears in?"

"Let it go," Song Yiyan explained, "My classmate said that the soup stewed with loquat paste and pear meat is particularly effective in relieving cough."

"You don't know that I'm allergic to pears?" Mrs. Song asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, Grandma, I really don't know," Song Yiyan explained with red eyes, "Grandma, I'm sorry, I just want your cough to get better soon. I really didn't know you were allergic to pears."

Those who do not know are innocent.

Mrs. Song also has no evidence to prove that she did it on purpose.

Anyway, Mrs. Song has never liked herself, and she is not afraid of offending Mrs. Song this time.

"I don't know," the old lady Song looked at Song Yiyan, "I think you did it on purpose?"

Although Mrs. Song is old, her eyes are still sharp, making Song Yiyan a little flustered.

But she can't panic now.

She wants to show all her grievances.

Only the weak can catch everyone's attention.

"I really didn't do it on purpose," Song Yiyan cried, "Grandma, you believe me. You are my grandmother, how could I do it on purpose?"

"Grandma?" Old Mrs. Song smiled sarcastically, "I don't have such a cruel granddaughter! I think you just want me to die sooner, right? If I die, no one in this family will know about you. the real face?"

"No, I didn't."

Song Yiyan cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain.

She had no idea that things would turn out like this.

The movement upstairs was quite noisy, but Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei were discussing something in the room, and Song Boyang also went out.

If things go on like this, Song Yiyan will definitely suffer.

Ma Zhang narrowed her eyes, and immediately trotted to knock on Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei's bedroom door, "Sir and madam, it's not good!"

Soon, the door opened, Song Xiuwei was wearing pajamas, "What's wrong?"

Ma Zhang pointed in the direction of Mrs. Song's room and said, "The old lady, the old lady and the young lady have a quarrel."

Hearing this, Song Xiuwei became anxious, "I'll change clothes first."

When the door was opened again, Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei were all dressed up.

Song Xiuwei frowned and said, "What's the matter? How did the old lady quarrel with Yiyan?"

Although old lady Song didn't like Song Yiyan very much, she didn't quarrel with her, at most she just reprimanded her.

But today, as soon as he left the room, he heard Song Yiyan crying.

Zheng Mei was also anxious, "Mother Zhang, what's going on?"

Ma Zhang shook her head, "I don't know the specifics. I just knew that the young lady brought a bowl of soup to the old lady, and then I heard the cry of the young lady, and more."

"What else?" Zheng Mei asked.

Zhang Ma continued: "And the old lady's scolding."

Zheng Mei sighed.

I don't know what Song Yiyan did today to make old lady Song so angry.

The couple walked quickly to Mrs. Song's room.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Song Yiyan standing there crying like pear blossoms and rain, while the old lady Song was standing there aloof.

Seeing Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei come in, Mrs. Song scolded angrily, "Look at the good daughter you two raised!"

"Mom, what's wrong?" Song Xiuwei asked.

Before Mrs. Song could speak, Song Yiyan cried and said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault"

Seeing that Song Yiyan not only knew that she was wrong, but also pretended to be pitiful and sympathetic, Mrs. Song was even more angry.

Zheng Mei comes from a well-known family, and is knowledgeable and reasonable on weekdays, and Song Yiyan was also brought up by a big hand, how did it become like this!

Not the slightest ladylike bearing.

"What the hell is going on?" Song Xiuwei looked at Song Yiyan with a stern face.

Song Yiyan stopped talking, just lowered her head and cried.

"You two raised a good daughter, she wants to murder me!" said the old lady Song.

"Mom?" Song Xiuwei looked at Mrs. Song in surprise.

He is very busy on weekdays, and although he doesn't pay enough attention to Song Yiyan and doesn't know enough about him, he probably knows that Song Yiyan is not the kind of person who can murder grandma.

"You, have you misunderstood something?" Zheng Mei then asked.

Mrs. Song pointed to the soup bowl and said, "Ask yourself, what did she add to the soup?"

"What did you add?" Song Xiuwei looked at Song Yiyan.

".pear."

Hearing this sentence, Song Xiuwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Madam Song's attitude, he thought that Song Yiyan had added some poison to the soup.

Just a pear.

Zheng Mei was the first to react, "Mom, you are allergic to pears."

Mrs. Song continued: "If I didn't smell it just now and drank it directly, I would be lying in an ambulance now." Mrs. Song's allergy is very serious. If she eats too much, it will even endanger her life.

"You said, is she trying to murder me?" Mrs. Song then asked.

Song Yiyan shook her head helplessly, "I don't know, I really don't know. I just saw my grandma coughing all the time, and I wanted to make her cough better soon, so I stewed some loquat paste."

Song Yiyan looked like she was also very innocent.

The Song family did not tell her that Mrs. Song was allergic to pears, she just listened to the servants discussing it.

Seeing Song Yiyan crying so pitifully, Song Xiuwei turned to look at Zheng Mei, "Did you tell Yiyan that mom is allergic to pears?"

"No." Zheng Mei shook his head.

She only stressed it to the servants at home.

After the words fell, Zheng Mei continued: "Mom, it's all my fault. I didn't make it clear to Yiyan. If you want to blame, blame me."

As a mother, Zheng Mei at this time can only take all the problems to herself.

Song Xiuwei also followed: "Mom, Yiyan is your granddaughter, how could she have murdered you! She has a good heart and wants you to get better soon. It's a pity that the kindness did something bad, don't be angry."

Mrs. Song frowned, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if I drank this soup?"

She saw that Song Yiyan was doing it on purpose.

It's so vicious.

When Song Yiyan was adopted, Mrs. Song was not very happy, but Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei felt that their child was destined for them, and she was the same size as Song Yan, so they insisted on keeping her.

Now it seems that Song Yiyan is a curse!

If Song Yiyan hadn't been there, Song Yan might have been found long ago.

Song Xiuwei smiled and said, "Didn't you drink? So let's not make this assumption."

"You two just get used to her!" Mrs. Song angrily scolded, "Sooner or later, you will get used to things."

Song Xiuwei continued to laugh with him.

Zheng Mei supported Song Yiyan, "Mom, it's getting late, you should rest earlier, Yiyan and I will go back to the room.\

,"The less trouble, the better.

If you don't leave with Song Yiyan at this time, the conflict will only get bigger and bigger.

Song Xiuwei then said: "Mom, then I'll go back too.\

,""You stay." Mrs. Song said coldly.

Song Xiuwei had to stop.

"Go and close the door." Mrs. Song continued.

Song Xiuwei walked over and closed the door.

Mrs. Song looked at Song Xiuwei, "You can't go on like this!"

"Mom, what do you mean?" Song Xiuwei asked.

Mrs. Song frowned, "Don't you see your mother? Song Yiyan is a scourge!"

Song Xiuwei felt that Mrs. Song took things too seriously, and continued, "Mom, those who don't know are innocent. Yiyan is just a child, you give her a chance."

"She dares to deliberately put pears in the soup today, and she dares to poison tomorrow!" Mrs. Song stood up from her chair, "Hurry up and say a kiss to her."

Song Yiyan had been in the Song family for so many years, and it was impossible to drive them out.

The best way now is to get her married.

Otherwise, she will be a big trouble!

"Mom, Yiyan is still in college." Song Xiuwei felt helpless.

As a mother, everything is good. The only drawback is that she is too conceited. She is what she thinks, and what she says is what she says, and no one can refute it.

Song Yiyan was indeed wrong in this matter tonight.

But she had the right starting point.

Song Yiyan made a mistake by not asking Zheng Mei and made her own decision.

Mrs. Song's reaction was too exaggerated.

Mrs. Song frowned, "You mean you can't say kisses in college?"

Song Xiuwei sighed, "Yiyan is the only girl in our Song family besides Yanyan. Zheng Mei and I want to stay with her for a few more years. I don't want her to marry so quickly."

During the dark time when Song Yan disappeared, Song Yiyan was the only spiritual sustenance for the couple.

Over the years, Song Yiyan was in their hearts, even more like their own daughter.

Hearing these words, Mrs. Song shook her head.

Her son is really smart and confused for a while.

"Have you ever thought about what Yanyan would think when Yanyan came back and saw that you had adopted a child to replace her?" Mrs. Song then asked, "Will she feel wronged?"

Song Xiuwei was stunned for a moment, then said, "I never wanted Yiyan to replace Yanyan, in my heart, no one can replace Yanyan!"

Song Yan is Song Yan, Song Yiyan is Song Yiyan, and Song Xiuwei knows that.

Song Xiuwei continued: "Mom, Yiyan really didn't mean it this time. You calm down, don't think so much. You have to catch a flight tomorrow, go to bed early tonight, and I will take you to the airport tomorrow morning."

After the words fell, Song Xiuwei said again: "I'll go back to my room first."

Looking at Song Xiuwei's back, Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes.

Rather than hold Song Yiyan accountable, perhaps she should be more aware of why Song Yiyan suddenly killed her.

Just because she was going to Jiangcheng?

Could it be that Song Yiyan has any secrets in Jiangcheng?

After Song Xiuwei returned to the room, Zheng Mei had already changed into pajamas.

Song Xiuwei asked concernedly, "How is Yiyan's mood?"

"Nothing else, just a little aggrieved. I keep saying that I know I'm wrong." Zheng Mei replied.

Hearing that Song Yiyan was alright, Song Xiuwei breathed a sigh of relief, "Actually, my mother is getting older, and she thinks things more radically. You can comfort Yiyan tomorrow and tell her not to think so much."

"Well." Zheng Mei nodded, "I know."

Song Xiuwei began to change into his pajamas, "What do you think about doing this?"

Zheng Mei said: "I still don't comment."

She doesn't like to judge behind other people's backs, let alone that person is her mother-in-law.

In this world, no daughter-in-law would like a strong mother-in-law.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song doesn't usually live with her.

Song Xiuwei pressed his eyebrows and continued, "Mom is going to Jiangcheng tomorrow, you can go with me."

"Okay." Zheng Mei nodded.

Jiangcheng.

Song Hua prescribed two sets of traditional Chinese medicine and gave them to Sun Qian and Yue Dengke respectively.

"This is Mrs. Yue's, and this is Mr. Yue's. Take medicine according to the prescription. You must not make a mistake."

"Okay." Sun Qian nodded.

Yue Dengke then asked, "How long do I have to take this medicine?"

Song Huan replied, "Eat for a week first, then do acupuncture and moxibustion, and you can almost prepare for pregnancy."

"Okay." Yue Dengke nodded and took the prescription handed over by Song Hua with both hands.

Obviously it's just a piece of paper, but Yue Dengke feels that it weighs thousands of pounds.

"Thank you, Miss Song."

Song Hua then instructed: "Don't be too sad during this time, go to bed early and get up early, and have three meals on time."

"OK."

Zhou Fengyan stood aside, "Qianqian, Dengke, you must remember what Miss Song said."

"Don't worry." Sun Qian looked at Zhou Fengyan and said.

Seeing Sun Qian like this, Zhou Fengyan was also relieved.

Compared with before, Sun Qian's state is not a little bit better.

After leaving Yue's house, Zhou Fengyan wanted to drive Song Hua back.

Song Hua declined politely, "I'll just go back by bike."

If it wasn't for an emergency, Song Hua seldom took the car.

"You are twenty kilometers from here!"

It takes about 20 minutes by car, and at least half an hour by bicycle.

"It's okay," Song Hua swept a shared bicycle on the side of the road, "I was just exercising."

Zhou Fengyan smiled and said, "Alright then, you pay attention to safety on the road."

"Okay Aunt Zhou."

Song Hua's speed is not slow, she stops at the red light, and obeys the traffic rules. Even at an empty intersection, she will abide by the traffic rules.

A luxury car passed in front of her.

brush!

Not long after, the same luxury car circled back from the original road, swiped and stopped in front of Song Hua.

Fortunately, Song Hua's driving skills were good, otherwise, he would have crashed directly.

Ten million Siebels.

If it really hits, the maintenance fee starts at a minimum of six figures.

Soon, the car window was lowered, revealing a handsome face in the sun.

"Beauty, when my surname is, add a WeChat to get to know you?"

"I have a boyfriend." Song Hua declined.

Shi Zichen smiled and said, "Then be a spare tire! Being a beauty's spare tire is my luck for three lifetimes."

With just those words, Shi Zichen didn't know how many beauties he had captured.

When many girls heard this, even if they were really not interested in Shi Zichen at first, they would add WeChat half-heartedly.

"I don't have the habit of having a spare tire." Song Hua still refused.

Shi Zichen's eyes lit up.

He has played in the world for many years, and he has never seen such an interesting person.

Originally thought it was just a beauty in a vase, but now it seems that this beauty is not empty of a pair of skins.

Before Zichen could react, Song Hua turned around and left.

Shi Zichen whistled and started the engine to leave.

They were all in Jiangcheng, and he believed that as long as there was a fate, they would see each other again.

Soon, the car stopped in front of the Su family villa.

Shi Zichen shouted, "Cousin!"

Old Madam Su walked out of the house and said with a smile, "Zi Chen is here."

"Grandma!" Shi Zichen gave Mrs. Su a big hug.

Mrs. Su liked Shi Zichen's temperament very much, and said with a smile, "Did Zichen bring a girlfriend to show grandma?"

"I haven't found it yet," Shi Zichen continued: "However, if there is no accident, it should be soon."

Shi Zichen has dated many girlfriends, but he has never brought them home.

Hearing this sentence, the old lady Su asked with a smile, "Are you trying to calm down?"

"Yeah." Shi Zichen nodded.

Madam Su was very happy for Shi Zichen, "Come in and sit."

"My cousin hasn't come back yet?" Shi Zichen looked into the room and then asked.

"I'm back, in the study." Mrs. Su replied.

Shi Zichen continued, "Then I'll go see him."

"Go." Madam Su nodded.

Shi Zichen didn't knock on the door either, just pushed open the door of the study.

Su Shiyue was processing documents, and when he heard the voice, he looked up at Shi Zichen, "Here it is."

Shi Zichen took an apple from the desk, didn't wash it, wiped it with his sleeve and started nibbling, "Cousin, I met a super beautiful girl today! I decided to stop and chase her!"

Hearing this, Su Shiyue was not too surprised.

In this case, Shi Zichen said it not once or twice.

Seeing that Su Shiyue didn't speak, Shi Zichen continued, "Cousin, this time I'm serious, don't mind!"

Hearing this, Su Shiyue put down the document in his hand, "Whose girl?"

"I don't know whose family it belongs to, anyway, it looks good!" Thinking of her chance encounter tonight, Shi Zichen's beautiful eyes curved into crescents.

"Superficial." Hearing this, Su Shiyue gave a two-word evaluation directly.

Shi Zichen looked at Su Shiyue, "Aren't you superficial? You like ugly people?"

Su Shiyue smiled without explaining.

But he knew that Shi Zichen definitely didn't like an ugly person.

Good morning, little fairies~

See you tomorrow~