The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

Zhang Ma just stood in front of Song Yiyan.

At a loss.

She didn't know what happened to Song Yiyan.

"Yan, miss, don't cry," Zhang Ma looked at Song Yiyan, "you, what's wrong with you? Tell me, is someone bullying you?"

"Who else but you!" Song Yiyan stretched out her hand and pushed Ma Zhang fiercely.

Zhang's mother's center of gravity was unstable and she fell directly to the ground.

Song Yiyan continued: "It's you, it's all you! Do you know that it's just because of your stupid move that I'm scared to this day! Do you know that they are going to find that little wild seed soon! "

Zheng Mei met Song Hua.

Mrs. Song saw Song Hua

Now even Song Boyuan has an inexplicable affection for Song Hua.

One day, Song Hua will take everything from her.

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Ma was also excited and stared at Song Yiyan with wide eyes, "What, what did you say? Who is going to be found?"

How could this be?

She clearly sent the child to Jiangcheng thousands of miles away.

Song Yiyan didn't say a word, she hugged her head in her hands and cried bitterly.

She is so miserable!

She hated fate being so unfair to her.

"Miss," Zhang Ma tried her best to calm down, "Miss, calm down, things are not as complicated as you think, they can't easily find the child. Maybe that child, she has long been died!"

That child was born only a few days ago, and the birthmark on his arm was cut off. In the cold winter and twelfth lunar day, how could a child who has not yet had a full moon survive the long night?

"She's not dead!" Song Yiyan looked at Zhang Ma.

Zhang Ma also looked at Song Yiyan, "You, have you seen her?"

"It's not just me, Zheng Mei, that old woman, and Song Boyuan all saw it! They all saw it!" Speaking of this, Song Yiyan became more and more excited, wishing to strangle Zhang Ma directly.

If Mother Zhang killed Song Hua directly back then, she wouldn't have to worry so much now.

It's so hard to feel threatened all the time!

"What qualifications do you have to be a mother!"

Mother Zhang also burst into tears.

She is sorry for her daughter.

Not only did she fail to give her daughter a distinguished identity, she also failed to give her even the most basic sense of security.

"sorry"

Zhang's mother is also very regretful now.

I regret that I didn't kill Song Yan directly.

But now, what's the use of regret?

After crying, Ma Zhang continued, "Miss, are you sure that child is Song Yan?"

If it really is.

That would be troublesome.

"Have you ever done a paternity test? Don't be afraid. Let's find a way together. Mom will never let others take your position."

Since she was able to secure the position of Miss Song for her daughter eighteen years ago, then eighteen years later, she will be able to keep it for her daughter.

No matter what obstacles lie ahead.

She will do anything to protect her daughter.

May your daughter live happily ever after.

Song Yiyan's mood is gradually stabilizing, "Although she has not done a paternity test, she looks very similar to Zheng Mei."

Not just looks.

Even the taboos are the same.

The Song family does not eat sweet-scented osmanthus.

Song Hua didn't eat either.

Also, Zheng Mei likes to drink tea, and Song Hua also likes it.

The most important thing is that Zheng Mei still likes Song Hua so much.

If Song Hua is really Song Yan, then her position in the Song family in the future can be imagined.

"China has a population of 1.4 billion, and it looks a bit normal," Zhang Ma picked up a tissue and wiped Song Yiyan's face, "Miss, don't worry, no matter what happens, there is still me."

"You?" Song Yiyan looked at Zhang's mother up and down, her eyes full of sarcasm, "What's the use of you? Besides causing trouble for me, what else can you do?"

Mother Zhang lowered her head, like a child who did something wrong.

Song Yiyan took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and picked up a bank card from the bedside table, "You can use this."

"I can't." Zhang Ma directly refused.

Song Yiyan smiled, "What are you pretending to be? Didn't you dump me just to enjoy the glory and wealth?"

It's up now.

Who is disgusting?

"No, it's not like this!" Zhang Ma immediately explained: "I just don't want you to live a hard life with me."

At that time, Zhang Ma didn't think about herself at all, all she thought about was Song Yiyan.

She couldn't let her daughter follow in her footsteps.

"Since it's not, why can't you take this secret to the soil?" Song Yiyan stared at Zhang's mother, "Why did you tell me that I am your daughter? Are you trying to disgust me?"

Having said that, Song Yiyan looked up at the ceiling and laughed.

She fantasized about her own life experience countless times.

perhaps.

She is also the daughter of a wealthy family.

Like Song Yan, she also has a pair of parents who love her deeply.

Her parents have also been looking for her.

But reality hit her hard.

Her mother is a servant.

What about father?

Father is a bad gambler.

Eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, proficient in everything.

This is her life experience!

She was not convinced.

Why?

Why did fate treat her so unfairly, Song Yan was born a noble Miss Song family.

and she

She is not even a little sparrow.

"Speak!" Song Yiyan looked at Zhang's mother and roared, "Speak! Why didn't you say anything?"

Zhang Ma lowered her head, her eyes were full of tears, and her voice was low, "I'm sorry"

She didn't know what to say except sorry.

"What's the use of being sorry? Can I be sorry to make up for the hurt you caused me?"

Zhang's mother did not speak.

Song Yiyan took a deep breath, pointed at the door and said, "Go out."

Ma Zhang glanced at Song Yiyan and was a little worried.

"Go out." Song Yiyan said again.

"Okay." Zhang Ma nodded and walked out the door.

Song Yiyan then said, "Take the garbage with you."

"Well." Zhang Ma walked to the trash can and took the trash bag away.

Before opening the door, she wiped away the tears from her face and raised her little face as if nothing had happened.

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a colleague.

"Mother Zhang, it's time for get off work."

Zhang Ma nodded and said with a smile, "I'll clean up the garbage and leave."

The colleague said: "Then I'll wait for you, let's go to eat small wontons together later."

"OK."

When chatting, Zhang Ma was still smiling, and she couldn't see the slightest flaw.

"Mother Zhang."

At this moment, Song Boyang's voice came from behind.

Zhang Ma turned back, "Master Bo Yang is back!"

"Yeah." Song Boyang nodded, then asked, "Has Yiyan slept?"

Song Boyang just came back from the film and television city and brought a gift to Song Yiyan. He wanted to give it to Song Yiyan, but Song Yiyan might have fallen asleep, so he hesitated.

Zhang Ma continued: "I just cleaned the rubbish from the lady's room. The lady is reviewing her homework now and hasn't slept yet!"

"Okay." Song Boyang nodded.

Zhang Ma looked at Song Boyang, "Master Boyang, do you need me to tell the kitchen and let the kitchen get you something to eat?"

"No thanks." Song Boyang said, "I just ate outside."

"That's fine." Zhang Ma nodded.

Song Boyang took the gift and walked to Song Yiyan's room.

Soon, the door opened.

Song Yiyan had already changed into pajamas, and when she saw the people outside the door, she was very excited, "Little brother!"

"Brother, I didn't see the eye!"

Song Boyang said with a smile: "Fool, you didn't look at it."

Song Yiyan jumped on Song Boyang excitedly, wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, and said excitedly, "Little brother, I'm so happy!"

Song Boyang smiled dotingly, "Silly girl."

Soon, Song Yiyan let go of Song Boyang, looked outside the door, and then patted her chest in fear, "Fortunately, grandma didn't find out, otherwise we're all done!"

Obviously, she has no rules and doesn't care about the difference between men and women, but Song Yiyan put all the responsibility on Mrs. Song.

Between words, Mrs. Song is already a bad grandma.

Song Boyang didn't like Mrs. Song either. Hearing this, he said a little unhappily: "Grandma is an old antique, don't pay attention to her."

"Brother, hurry into the room!" Song Yiyan pulled Song Boyang in and closed the door.

Song Yiyan's room is a standard princess room.

Everywhere you look is pink.

Even the bed is pink.

Song Boyang continued, "Yiyan, I brought you a gift, guess what?"

"What is it?" Song Yiyan asked.

"Guess." Song Boyang said.

Song Yiyan pouted, "Ah, little brother, you are like this again. Every time you ask people to guess, how can they guess it! You can tell them directly!"

At the end, Song Yiyan held Song Boyang's hand and started to act like a spoiled child, "Little brother, little brother, you are the best!"

Song Boyang also couldn't help Song Yiyan, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, I won't let you guess."

"Brother is so nice!" Song Yiyan hugged Song Boyang.

Intimate gesture.

Song Boyang pinched Song Yiyan's face and continued, "Close your eyes."

"it is good."

Song Yiyan closed her eyes immediately.

Song Boyang took out a necklace box from his pocket.

He took the necklace out of it and put it on Song Yiyan's neck.

Silver necklace, pendant is two English letters.

S.H.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." Song Boyang said.

Hearing this, Song Yiyan opened her eyes, touched the necklace at her collarbone, and immediately ran to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, admiring the necklace on her neck carefully, "Wow! This is Miss Song's limited edition necklace!"

Miss Song is the person Song Yiyan admires most.

This necklace is a necklace jointly designed by Miss Song himself in commemoration of Miss Song's historical records under the bed.

Limited to 10 pieces worldwide.

Song Yiyan wanted one for a long time.

But never bought it.

Unexpectedly, Song Boyang actually bought it.

"Yeah." Song Boyang nodded.

Song Yiyan looked at the necklace on her neck, "Little brother, you are so amazing!"

Song Boyang smiled and said, "Do you like this gift?"

"I like it, I really like it!" Excited, Song Yiyan jumped up and jumped onto Song Boyang's body, hanging her legs around his waist.

Song Boyang hugged her and said indulgently, "You just like it."

"Brother, thank you for being so kind to me!"

Song Boyang patted Song Yiyan's head, "You are my only sister. I am not good to you, but to whom? You are such a fool!"

"Little brother," Song Yiyan's expression dimmed for a moment, "Have you forgotten that I'm not your only sister, sister Yan is your real sister."

She has no blood relationship with Song Boyang.

Song Boyang saw the loneliness in Song Yiyan's eyes, and patted the back of Song Yiyan's head, "Yiyan, no matter when, you are the only sister of the little brother. No one can change this."

Compared with the younger sister he had never seen before, he was still more towards Song Yiyan in his heart.

after all.

He didn't even know what kind of character Song Yan was.

Song Yiyan was a little moved, and hugged Song Boyang tightly, "Little brother, thank you."

Although she knew that Song Boyang didn't really take her as her sister, at this moment, Song Yiyan was still a little moved.

After all, Miss Song's necklace is not something you can buy with money.

When needed, Song Yan released Song Boyang and continued, "Second brother is back, do you know?"

Song Boyang nodded.

He came back because of Song Boyuan.

Except for Song Bochen, who lived in Jiangcheng for a long time, the three brothers lived abroad, one lived abroad, and the other moved around because of filming, and they hadn't been together for a long time.

Song Yiyan continued: "Then little brother, go and see the second brother!"

"Well, then I'll go to the second brother's room first."

"OK."

Song Yiyan sent Song Boyang out of the house.

At this moment, Song Yiyan seemed to think of something, her eyes narrowed, "Little brother wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Song Boyang turned around.

Song Yiyan looked around and said in a low voice, "Little brother, let me tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else."

"Um."

"Come here." Song Yiyan beckoned to him.

Song Boyang walked towards Song Yiyan.

Song Yiyan stood on tiptoe and whispered in Song Boyang's ear, "Second brother may have someone he likes."

"Who?"

Hearing this sentence, Song Boyang was also very curious.

Song Boyuan has always been very thoughtful, making it difficult for people to guess. Moreover, the thinking of an artist is not the same as that of ordinary people.

What kind of woman can Song Boyang like?

Song Yiyan continued: "I don't know either."

After the words fell, Song Yiyan said again: "But the second brother drew her down, right in his studio. If you notice it for a while, it's a profile face, holding a cup of milk tea. Although it's just a profile face, I can also find it. , the future second sister-in-law is super beautiful."

Hearing this, Song Boyang chuckled lightly, "It's a little early to call the future second sister-in-law?"

"It's not too early, the second brother really likes her! Brother, I told you, don't tell anyone else."

"you say."

Song Yiyan lowered her voice, "Second brother only met that girl during the day today. Think about it, at first glance, how much second brother likes her! So, she will definitely become our second sister-in-law."

just met today?

Hearing this sentence, Song Boyang frowned slightly.

Song Boyang was so worried about a girl she just met, it can be seen that she is not a good girl at all!

She must have used some means.

Otherwise, Song Boyuan would not like it.

Although he hasn't seen the girl yet, Song Boyuan is already full of hostility towards her.

This kind of person, without thinking about it, must have come for Song Boyang's money.

Song Yiyan shook Song Boyang's hand gently, "Little brother, did you hear what I said to you?"

Song Boyang nodded, "Understood, you little long-winded woman."

"You are the long-winded mother!" Song Yiyan then instructed: "Don't tell the second brother."

"I know, I know."

Looking at Song Boyang's back, Song Yiyan raised her lips slightly, her eyes full of vicious light.

If Song Boyang looked back at this time, he would definitely find a Song Yiyan who was completely different from normal.

Song Boyang came to the studio and knocked on the door.

Song Boyuan opened the door, saw Song Boyang, and said somewhat unexpectedly: "Boyang? Didn't Big Brother say you were filming outside? When did you come back?"

"Just came back." Song Boyang said.

Song Boyuan reached out and hugged Song Boyang.

Although the two brothers have not seen each other for a long time, their friendship has not changed.

Everything is still the same as before.

After some greetings, Song Boyang asked, "Second brother, when are you going back this time?"

"Grandma, she is old, and she finally came to our house to stay once, so I don't plan to go back in a short time." Song Boyuan replied.

It is said that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to be nourished but the parent does not wait.

For the rest of the time, he didn't want to do anything that he would regret.

Song Boyang nodded, "Actually, I also want to spend time with my grandma."

But he doesn't have such deep friendship with Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song is always in trouble with Song Yiyan, which makes Song Boyang even more full of opinions towards Mrs. Song.

Song Boyang continued, "Grandma is fine with everything, but she's too old-fashioned, and she still doesn't know what to do."

I don't know how.

Hearing this sentence, Song Boyuan immediately looked back at Song Boyang, "Why do you say that to grandma?"

Elders are elders.

Song Boyang's wild words are really inappropriate.

What's more, Mrs. Song is a fair and loving grandma.

Song Boyang sighed, "You haven't been at home for so many years, and you have no idea what's going on at home. Second brother, don't worry, let me tell you slowly. Grandma is really kind to us grandchildren, but she Yiyan is indifferent like an outsider."

"Although Yiyan is not related to her by blood, but after all, Yiyan has called her grandma for so many years, and is so filial to her old man, but what about her? What has she done?"

Thinking of those things, Song Boyang was very angry.

Mrs. Song is simply too much!

There is simply no grandma in this world like her.

Song Boyang continued: "I never said that Yanyan is not our sister, but grandma seems to only remember that Yanyan is her granddaughter. Her actions are really chilling."

Song Boyuan frowned slightly, looked at Song Boyang, and asked, "Grandma, did she abuse Yiyan?"

"Then" Song Boyang hesitated, "that's not true."

Song Boyuan asked again, "What about your parents? What's your parents' attitude?"

"My parents are very good. My parents have always treated Yiyan as if they were themselves." Song Boyang was still very pleased about this.

If Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei were the same as Mrs. Song, then Song Yiyan would be really pitiful.

Song Boyuan continued, "Has grandma ever scolded Yiyan?"

"It doesn't seem to be either." Song Boyang scratched his hair.

After finishing speaking, Song Boyang continued: "Although grandma has never used violence to abuse her, verbal violence is also violence. She turns a blind eye to Yiyan every time, which makes Yiyan very uncomfortable. She just places too much importance on blood relationship! Yan is not her own granddaughter, but how can Yiyan do worse than her own granddaughter?"

Song Yan is the granddaughter of Mrs. Song.

But Song Yan had already lost it after all!

A person who has been lost for eight years, is not clear whether he is alive or dead, is it really inferior to a fresh person?

Whenever he thinks of this, Song Boyang thinks that Mrs. Song's behavior is too ridiculous.

Song Boyang looked at Song Boyang, "Boyang, you are too impulsive, you can't force your thoughts on grandma, after all, everyone is an independent individual. Have you ever wondered why grandma doesn't like Yiyan? Is there something wrong with Yiyan?"

Song Boyuan is much calmer than Song Boyang, "After all, there is no hate for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason."

In Song Boyang's heart, Song Yiyan is the most perfect existence.

She is the perfect granddaughter.

Perfect daughter.

Perfect sister.

Song Yiyan couldn't hear anyone saying that Song Yiyan was wrong.

After all, Song Yiyan is his only sister.

"Second brother, do you mean that this is not only Grandma's fault, but also Yiyan's fault?" This is too funny!

Song Bo said far: "Perhaps, there are problems on both sides."

"Anyway, there will be no problem with Yiyan!" Song Boyang looked at Song Boyuan and said, "Second brother, do you take Yiyan as your sister? "

It's too much!

Song Boyuan nodded, "Of course she is my sister."

Song Boyang continued, "Then why are you helping grandma?"

"I'm not helping anyone, I'm evaluating this matter from an objective point of view." Song Boyuan continued: "No one is perfect, it's not terrible to make mistakes. And I didn't say that this is a problem of Yiyan alone. ."

Song Boyang snorted coldly, "But what you mean between the lines is that Yiyan is alone."

Song Boyuan pinched his temples helplessly.

After not seeing him for three years, his younger brother's temper became more and more paranoid.

Song Boyang continued, "Second brother, if Yiyan was our sister, would you still say that?"

After all, it's because of blood relationship.

It turned out that Song Boyuan and Mrs. Song were the same person.

Song Boyang was very disappointed with Song Boyuan.

Song Bo said far: "Whether she is my sister or not, I will evaluate this matter from an objective point of view."

Song Boyang sighed and swore in his heart that he would treat Song Yiyan better in the future.

He wanted Song Yiyan to feel the warmth of home.

Song Boyang was too lazy to discuss this issue with Song Boyuan, and then asked, "Did you bring a gift for Yiyan when you came back from abroad?"

"Bring it." Song Boyuan nodded.

Song Yiyan is currently the youngest sister in the family, of course he will not forget to bring gifts to Song Yiyan.

"What did you buy?"

Through the gift, we can see Song Yiyan's position in Song Boyuan's heart.

Song Boyuan took out the gift.

is a painting.

The girl in the painting is Song Yiyan when she was five or six years old.

Seeing this, Song Boyang frowned slightly, "Just this?"

"I don't know what 18-year-old girls like, so I prepared this," Song Boyuan continued: "And don't you think this painting is very collectible? By the way, Boyang, do you remember this day? ?"

Song Boyuan's thoughts drifted to thirteen years ago.

"Second brother, stop playing emotional cards. After all, you didn't take Yiyan seriously at all."

If Song Boyuan really likes Song Yiyan's sister, he won't just paint a picture and send Song Yiyan away.

Song Boyuan's thoughts were interrupted and he looked at Song Boyang, "Then you mean this gift is not suitable?"

"If you really take Yiyan as your sister, you should treat her with your heart. Her mind is already sensitive enough! What she needs now is a sense of security. Do you understand?"

Therefore, every time Song Boyang prepares a gift, he thinks about it for a long time.

He wanted Song Yiyan to know what it was like to be valued.

Song Boyuan naturally wouldn't be angry with his younger brother, so he put the painting away on his own, "Then I'll think about it and prepare a new gift."

Song Boyang looked at Song Boyuan and said earnestly: "Second brother, Yiyan is the one we grew up with, in my heart, she will always be my sister, I hope you can be like me, and treat her as a sister sincerely. ."

Having said this, Song Boyang paused, "Even if Yanyan is found one day, Yiyan is still our sister."

Song Boyuan nodded, "Okay."

In addition to being in the hospital these days, Song Hua is just shopping.

Yu Tingzhi was with me yesterday.

Today Yu Tingzhi had something to do, so she stopped and walked on the old street by herself.

"Aww!"

At this moment, a gentle female voice sounded behind him.

Song Hua looked back slightly.

When I saw the person coming, I was stunned for a while, and then my eyebrows curved, "Aunt Song."

Although she only met Zheng Mei once, Song Hua still remembers her.

After all, last time at the teahouse in Jiangcheng, the two had a good chat.

Quite a feeling of seeing each other late.

"Looking from a distance, I thought I was wrong." Zheng Mei trotted to Song Hua, "Did you come alone to paint? Where's Ah Yue?"

"Ayue is at home." Song Hua replied.

Zheng Mei also liked the little girl in front of her, and held Song Hua's hand tightly, "Hua, we agreed last time. If you come to Jiangcheng to play, you will definitely tell Auntie on WeChat, why didn't you? What about your auntie?"

The pear vortex on the corner of Song Hua's mouth was shallow, "Aunt Song, I just came to the capital, and I haven't had time to tell you."

She and Zheng Mei are only one-sided, and it is not good to take the liberty to disturb them when they come to the capital.

"Today is too late. Tomorrow, go to my aunt's house to play tomorrow!" Zheng Mei said enthusiastically: "Where do you live? Auntie will pick you up tomorrow."

Without waiting for Song Hua to speak, Zheng Mei continued, "Don't say you don't have time. If you don't have time, make time for yourself. You've already come to Beijing. You must go to Auntie's house!"

Zheng Meiyan did all this, if Song Hua shied away again, it would be hypocritical.

"Okay, auntie, then I'll come to harass you tomorrow." Song Hua continued: "However, I won't bother you to pick me up. I'll just go there myself, and you can just leave an address."

"It's okay, there is a driver at my aunt's house." Zheng Mei wanted Song Hua to be a guest at home.

She didn't know what was going on, but as soon as she saw Song Hua, even her mood would improve.

"Auntie really doesn't need to. If you're so polite, I'd be embarrassed to bother you."

Zheng Mei smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll send you the address. You must come tomorrow."

"Well." Song Hua nodded slightly.

Until she said goodbye to Song Hua, Zheng Mei was still in a good mood.

When she got home, Mrs. Song saw her like this and said very curiously, "What happened today? So happy?"

Zheng Mei rarely has such a time.

Zheng Mei smiled and said, "Have I told you that I met a very beautiful girl in Jiangcheng before."

"No." Mrs. Song shook her head.

Zheng Mei continued: "That's the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen. She's not even half as good as a movie star. Mom, do you know Meng Qingfan?"

"You know, the big stars of the 1980s."

Meng Qingfan is a well-known beauty and has starred in many classic TV films.

Zheng Mei smiled and said, "That little girl is even more beautiful than Meng Qingfan."

"Really?" Mrs. Song looked in disbelief.

Meng Qingfan is already a top-notch beauty.

Is there anyone more beautiful than Meng Qingfan in this world?

Obviously not possible!

"Of course it's true," Zheng Mei continued, "I just saw her on the street, and I invited her to be a guest at my house tomorrow. You'll know when you see her tomorrow."

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Then I'll take a good look tomorrow."

At this moment, Song Yiyan walked in from outside.

Zheng Mei waved to her, "Yiyan, come here."

"Mom, grandma." Song Yiyan walked over with a smile on her face.

Seeing Song Yiyan, Mrs. Song turned her head with a displeased face.

Song Yiyan bit her lip.

Somewhat sad.

She is not an object, she has feelings, and she will be sad.

But Mrs. Song ignored her feelings every time.

Zheng Mei continued: "If there is nothing wrong with your school tomorrow, don't go out."

Song Yiyan and Song Hua are about the same age. If Song Yiyan is at home, she can have a company with Song Hua.

This is also a kind of attention to the guests.

"Is there a guest at home tomorrow?" Song Yiyan asked.

"Yeah." Zheng Mei nodded.

Song Yiyan asked curiously, "Who is coming?"

Zheng Mei's face was full of mystery, "You'll know when someone comes."

The last time I saw Song Yiyan and Song Hua chatting well, after seeing Song Hua, maybe they will give Song Yiyan a surprise.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." Song Yiyan said with a smile.

In fact, Song Yiyan already had some answers in her heart.

She studied the financial industry and loves finance very much. Song Xiuwei had already said that she would introduce internationally famous financial masters to her.

Maybe a certain financial guru will come tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Song Yiyan was very excited.

Since the Song family has never taken her but their own daughter, they will try their best to shine when they take her, so that everyone can see her.

She wants to show her financial talents and let the financial master take her as a disciple.

Mrs. Song glanced at the two of them, and then said, "I'm a little sleepy. Go upstairs to rest."

Song Yiyan stood up to please, "Grandma, are you too tired, I just learned massage recently, let me give you a massage."

"No need." Mrs. Song ignored Song Yiyan and walked upstairs.

Song Yiyan's eyes were full of loneliness.

She knew that Mrs. Song was not sleepy.

Mrs. Song just hated her.

Sometimes.

She really wanted to ask Mrs. Song what she did to make Mrs. Song hate her so much.

She really wanted to know.

Zheng Mei noticed Song Yiyan's emotional changes, her eyes fell on her neck, and she asked with a smile, "Yiyan, you don't seem to have seen you wear this necklace before."

At the end, Zheng Mei seemed to have found something, and then said, "Are you this Miss-Song necklace?"

"Yeah." Song Yiyan nodded, "Brother sent it."

Zheng Mei smiled and said, "Your little brother has a good eye. You look good on this necklace."

Song Yiyan touched the pendant on her neck and continued, "Mom, I will become a person like Miss Song in the future."

There was infinite light in her eyes.

Hearing this, Mrs. Song, who had already reached the entrance of the stairs, turned around and said, "Miss Song became famous all over the world at the age of 18, how about you? It's really not afraid of being laughed at when you say it."

The light in Song Yiyan's eyes disappeared instantly.

Zheng Mei frowned slightly and couldn't help but say, "Mom, what are you doing to beat the child?"

It is good to have dreams.

People without dreams are the scariest.

"I'm telling the truth." Mrs. Song said.

When she was done, she turned around and left.

Zheng Mei immediately turned her head to comfort Song Yiyan, "Yiyan, your grandma doesn't really mean anything else, don't mind."

No other meaning?

Mrs. Song clearly just doesn't look down on her.

Song Yiyan nodded sensible, "Mom, I know, I don't blame grandma."

Seeing Song Yiyan so sensible, Zheng Mei was also very happy, "Yiyan, go upstairs to rest, get up early tomorrow."

"OK."

the next day.

Song Yiyan got up early, and after dressing up carefully, she came downstairs.

She is dressed very grandly today.

After all, the other party is a master of international finance, and she must leave a good impression on the master.

Except for Song Xiuwei, almost everyone was at home today.

After breakfast, Song Yiyan couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Mom, when will the guests arrive?"

"It should be soon, it's nine o'clock." Zheng Mei looked at her watch, "I'll go out to meet you, Yiyan, go and prepare some fruit."

"OK."

As soon as Zheng Mei came outside, she saw that the housekeeper was walking inside with Song Hua.

"Aww!"

Zheng Mei immediately trotted forward.

"Aunt Song."

Zheng Mei took the things from Song Hua's hands, "You kid, just come and play, and bring some gifts."

"A little thought."

The two walked inside while chatting.

"Yiyan, the guests are here."

Song Yiyan just came out with a fruit bowl, and the moment she saw Song Hua, she was stunned.

Good morning, little fairies~

See you tomorrow~