The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

Ma Zhang looked at Song Yiyan, and continued, "I sent that child to Jiangcheng, thousands of miles away, so it shouldn't be found so quickly."

After so many years, he might have died early.

A cold winter day.

The wounds of the baby were not treated in any way, and as long as they were discovered a little later, they would die.

"I ask you, why didn't you just kill her?" Song Yiyan just looked at Zhang Ma.

His eyes were full of sinister expressions.

Now that you have decided to go that far, why can't you go to the end?

Ma Zhang sighed, "She's as big as you"

In fact, it's not that the mother Zhang didn't want to do something to Song Hua and directly understand the future troubles.

But looking at the child who is not much different from her own daughter, she really can't do it.

"It's because of your unbearableness that I've been frightened for so many years!" Song Yiyan's eyes were filled with tears, "Do you know what life I've lived through these years? I worry every day that she will suddenly come back and take me away. stuff! I hate you!"

She hated Zhang's mother for not raising her.

She hated Zhang's mother for not being cruel enough.

She hates it so much.

Zhang's mother also had tears in her eyes, "Yan Yan, I know you hate mother. But mother does everything for you. In order to give you a good life."

In this world, there is no mother who does not love her child.

perhaps.

She loves children differently, but that doesn't negate her love for them.

Song Yiyan just looked at Zhang Ma, "Did you know? Song Yan is not dead."

And she had probably already met Song Yan.

Hearing this, Zhang's mother immediately felt a sense of crisis in her heart, "What did you say? Have you seen her?"

Song Yiyan nodded, "Not only me, but also Zheng Mei."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Ma was very flustered.

What should we do now?

What if their mother and daughter recognize each other?

"So," said this, Song Yiyan looked at Zhang Ma, "You now know how stupid what you did back then!"

Ma Zhang was a little afraid to look into Song Yiyan's eyes, and tears could not stop falling, "I'm sorry Yanyan"

She didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"What's the use of saying sorry now!"

Song Yiyan glared at Zhang's mother, "But you're not too stupid, at least you know how to tell me about it!"

She always thought people with birthmarks on their arms were a threat to her.

Ma Zhang wiped her tears, "Yan Yan, can you forgive me?"

Song Yiyan did not speak.

After a while, Song Yiyan looked at Zhang Ma, "Who else knows about this besides you?"

Zhang Ma was stunned at first, then reacted, and continued: "No, no, besides me, even your father doesn't know about this."

When Zhang's mother gave Song Yiyan to Zheng Mei, she lied that the child was lost.

She knew that apart from her, no one else could hide this secret.

So, she kept it for eighteen years.

Song Yiyan's biological father was a bad gambler.

In addition to gambling all day is drinking.

If you let him know that Song Yiyan is the eldest miss of the Song family, then he must be like a scoundrel and use this matter to threaten Song Yiyan.

Hearing this, Song Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as no one knows.

Zhang Ma did a pretty good job of it.

The more people know about this kind of thing, the easier it is for people to discover the relationship between her and Zhang's mother.

Zhang Ma looked at Song Yiyan, and continued: "Actually, I didn't want to tell you about this from the beginning. Let you grow up carefree. But now, the Song family is obviously treating you as an outsider, so Yan Yan , you have to keep an eye on yourself."

The Song family kept saying that Song Yiyan was their biological daughter, but they still didn't give up looking for Song Yan.

Especially Song Bochen.

He didn't take Song Yiyan as his sister at all, but if Song Bochen believed in Song Yiyan, he would not go to find Song Yan in private.

At this time, Song Yiyan must defend her own rights and hold the position of the eldest miss of the Song family.

Song Yiyan has nothing special to do with Zhang Ma. After all, the person in front of her is just their servant, "I know this, you don't need to remind me."

Ma Zhang nodded, "It's good that you know."

Song Yiyan continued, "You can't tell other people about this."

"Yan Yan I know."

Song Yiyan glanced at Zhang's mother.

The middle-aged woman in front of her was only in her early forties, but her forehead was covered with wrinkles, and those eyes had been baptized by years.

Song Yiyan sighed, turned around and came to the cabinet, picked up a bank card, "You can spend this money, the password is six eights."

In any case, this person in front of her is her biological mother, and they are connected by blood.

In this family, I am afraid that only Zhang Ma is willing to call her Yanyan.

Zhang Ma immediately refused.

"Yan Yan, I'm not short of money."

Song Yiyan's life in the Song family was not easy, she was walking on thin ice, she could no longer take Song Yiyan's money.

"Take it." Song Yiyan shoved the card into Zhang Ma's palm, "Don't worry, I don't lack money in the Song family."

As the only daughter of the Song family, Song Yiyan has more than 200,000 pocket money every month, which is not even given by a few older brothers.

At Song Yiyan's insistence, Zhang's mother accepted the bank card and was filled with emotion.

This daughter is really good.

Mother Zhang never imagined that one day she would be able to spend the money given by her daughter.

"Yan Yan, thank you, thank you for recognizing me as a mother."

Mother Zhang was moved to tears.

Song Yiyan frowned slightly, "Don't get me wrong! If I give you money, it doesn't mean I recognize you. Remember, only Zheng Mei is my mother. And you are just a servant of the Song family!"

Just a servant, what qualifications does she have to be her mother?

wishful thinking.

She will always be the eldest miss of the Song family!

Although Zhang Ma was very sad, she still smiled and nodded.

Her daughter is Jin Fenghuang, a famous lady in Sijiucheng, she can't hold her back.

"Yan"

Zhang Ma wanted to say something, but Song Yiyan interrupted her directly, "You should call me Miss in the future."

She wants to hear others call her Yanyan.

But this man is definitely not a servant.

Mother Zhang nodded, "Okay."

Song Yiyan then explained: "Also, if you have nothing to do, come to my room less. Just leave the cleaning to Xiao Li."

Ma Zhang looked at Song Yiyan with a little shock in her eyes.

After all, cleaning the room was the only thing she could do for her daughter.

Song Yiyan suppressed the anger in her heart, "Are you afraid that others won't discover our relationship?"

If possible, Song Yiyan really didn't want to have anything to do with someone like Zhang Ma.

Backfired.

"Yan, miss, don't be angry, I didn't mean that," Zhang Ma sighed and explained: "I'm just worried, I've been cleaning your room all the time. If you suddenly change to Xiao Li, will it cause any problems? Notice."

Hearing this, Song Yiyan squinted her eyes and felt that Ma Zhang had some truth.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

If Zhang Ma is suddenly replaced now, it will indeed attract attention.

"Let's do this for now." Song Yiyan continued, "Be careful when you are at home in the future, don't look at me like that, and don't let people see the clues."

"I know." Zhang Ma nodded, "I will pay attention."

She will try her best to restrain her feelings and not let anyone find out.

Song Yiyan pinched her temples, "Okay, let's go out."

After going through so many things in one day, Song Yiyan had a severe headache.

Seeing Song Yiyan like this, Zhang Ma was a little worried, "Miss, are you okay? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

"No." Song Yiyan said.

"Really, really don't need it?" Zhang Ma asked.

Song Yiyan looked back impatiently, "Are you annoying? Who do you think you are from me?"

Mother Zhang was stunned.

yes!

who is she?

What qualifications does she have to point fingers in front of Song Yiyan?

Mother Zhang wiped her tears, sorted out her emotions, and walked out the door.

Mrs. Song walked in from outside after finishing the five animal show.

"Mother Zhang?"

Zhang Ma immediately changed her face and said with a smile, "Old lady, what are your orders?"

in the Song family.

It was Mrs. Song who was the worst to serve, and had many problems.

At the same time, Mrs. Song is also the worst at fooling around.

Every time she faced old lady Song, Zhang Ma had to be 100% full of energy.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song does not live in the Song family all year round.

Mrs. Song moved her muscles and bones, "Go to the kitchen and bring me a bowl of lotus seed soup."

"OK."

After the words fell, Zhang Ma turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

At this moment, Mrs. Song suddenly stopped Ma Zhang.

"Wait a moment!"

"Old lady, do you have any other orders?"

Because Mrs. Song went to the battlefield when she was young, although she was old, her back was not hunched, and her waist was straight.

She just looked at Zhang Ma, squinted her eyes and asked, "Are you crying?"

Although Zhang's mother wiped away her tears, her eyes were still red and swollen, and there were signs of crying.

"No."

"No?" Mrs. Song turned her face and said angrily, "Did someone in this family bully you?"

Mrs. Song will never allow anyone in this family to bully the servants.

"You misunderstood, old lady. I just received a call from my hometown, saying that my elderly father is not in good health recently, so I am a little anxious."

Mrs. Song looked behind Ma Zhang.

Behind Ma Zhang is Song Yiyan's room.

Did Song Yiyan bully Zhang's mother?

Too many words will be lost.

Ma Zhang knew this truth well, and continued, "Old lady, I'll serve you lotus seed soup now."

After speaking, he quickly turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Mrs. Song went back to her room to take a shower, and just after she put on her clothes, Ma Zhang came over with lotus seed soup.

"old lady."

"Let's put it there." Mrs. Song said.

Zhang Ma put the lotus seed soup on the table and left the room.

**

the next morning.

As soon as Mrs. Song walked to the handrail on the third floor, she saw the two brothers and sisters playing on the sofa downstairs.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song frowned slightly, and scolded angrily, "What a formality!"

Not to mention that they are not related by blood, even if they are blood brothers and sisters, they should avoid it when they are adults.

What's it like to fight like this?

If there was a real joke, there would be no place for her old face.

Hearing the old lady Song, both Song Boyang and Song Yiyan were taken aback.

The two immediately sorted their messed up clothes and stood up from the sofa.

Seeing this picture, Mrs. Song was annoyed, "What were you doing just now?"

Song Boyang took a step forward and looked up at Mrs. Song, "Grandma, I'm playing with Yiyan."

"Are you guys playing around like this? They're all adults, so there should be some degree of playfulness!"

Song Boyang was not convinced.

Finally Song Bochen was not at home, and now there is another old lady Song.

Although his grandmother didn't have her feet bound, her thoughts were more conservative than those of those who had her feet bound.

It's like living in the Qing Dynasty.

How could he have such a grandma?

In order to prevent Song Boyang from making old Mrs. Song angry again, Song Yiyan immediately said, "I'm sorry, grandma, we know we were wrong, we will pay attention to it in the future."

Mrs. Song frowned, and without saying anything, she turned and walked towards the restaurant.

Song Boyang looked at Song Yiyan, "We're right, why did you apologize to her?"

This home is so boring.

No matter what you do, think about the rules

It's like living in a feudal dynasty!

Especially Mrs. Song.

When people are old and cannot keep up with the ideological realm of young people, they should talk less.

But not only did she not talk less, but she had to intervene everywhere.

However, no one in this family dared to say anything about her.

Song Yiyan said in a good voice: "Third brother, grandma is old after all, it's normal for me to apologize to her as a junior."

Having said this, she smiled, with a somewhat sad look in her eyes, "Also, I can feel that grandma doesn't like me. I hope I can be more sensible and obedient, so that she can make her old man like me more."

Hearing these words, Song Boyang was very distressed.

He knew that Song Yiyan had been working hard to please Mrs. Song all these years.

But Mrs. Song never recognized her.

She is like a vicious grandma who will never see Song Yiyan's goodness.

She only thought about Song Yan.

Song Yan is the true blood of the Song family.

But the person who disappeared has disappeared. The most important thing in a person's life is to look forward.

But Mrs. Song has been living in the past, ignoring the most important people around her for the sake of someone who has disappeared. Is it really worth it?

"Yiyan, you've done a good job, you don't have to hurt yourself so much in the future."

At the end, Song Boyang took Song Yiyan into his arms.

Song Yiyan didn't say anything, but her eyes were very red.

She only felt that the Song family were all so hypocritical.

Song Boyang kept taking her as his sister, but he didn't want to call her Yan Yan.

Just because Yanyan and Yanyan have the same pronunciation?

ridiculous!

Simply ridiculous!

Song Yiyan tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

Didn't the Song family want to find Song Yan?

Then she made them never find Song Yan!

**

Jiangcheng.

The sun shines through the window and evenly spreads on the bed.

A light breeze blew the transparent window screens hanging on the side.

The man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

First, he raised his hand habitually to block the sunlight in front of his forehead, and then realized that something was not right, and lowered his eyes to look.

I saw someone sleeping beside the bed.

She sat on the stool beside the bed, leaning against the bed, black blue silk covered with white sheets.

The skin is very white, and when I look closer, I can't see the slightest pore, like a piece of jade that is rare in a thousand years.

Looking up along the line of sight, it is a small nose tip and a high nose bridge.

Then there are long and thick eyelashes, like a tempting butterfly.

Yu Ting reached out his hand subconsciously.

But the next second, he quickly retracted his hand and looked at her like that.

At this moment, the girl's eyelashes trembled.

Realizing that she was about to wake up, Yu Tingzhi immediately closed his eyes.

Song Hua opened her eyes, was stunned at first, then quickly reacted, stood up, and put her hand on Yu Tingzhi's forehead to test the temperature.

"Well, don't burn it."

Just when Song Hua retracted his hand, Yu Tingzhi opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, the two were stunned.

He fell into those clear peach blossom eyes, like a drowning person, caught in it, unable to extricate himself.

Song Hua was the first to react, her cheeks swirled lightly, "Are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort now?"

"There's nothing uncomfortable, Hua Hua, thank you."

A very natural sound.

Even Yu Tingzhi didn't react.

"You're welcome." Song Hua frowned, "Are you hungry? I'll cook noodles for you."

Jingle!

There was a doorbell in the air.

"coming."

Song Hua turned to open the door.

Looking at Song Hua's back, Yu Tingzhi raised his lips slightly, his eyes were full of warmth, and a certain place in his heart was instantly filled.

Song Hua opened the door.

Wang Dengfeng walked in with two bags of breakfast, "little sister-in-law, haven't you and your third brother eaten yet? Look, this is the breakfast I bought for you, and I don't know what you like to eat. I bought some of everything. ."

Wang Dengfeng put the things on the table and said as he walked in: "Little sister-in-law, is my third brother awake? Is he alright?"

"fine."

Yu Tingzhi walked out of the room neatly dressed.

Wearing a black silk shirt, the first button was unbuttoned, revealing a sexy Adam's apple, wrapped in a layer of handsome and lustful aura.

Even the big man Wang Dengfeng was stunned.

As far as his third brother looks like, how many famous daughters of Jiangcheng have to be fascinated if he is high-spirited?

Wang Dengfeng smiled and turned to look at Song Hua, "Sister-in-law, you are really amazing!"

Yu Tingzhi's leg disease was very stubborn, and usually, light pain relief would take a long time.

But Song Hua made Yu Tingzhi return to normal in just one night.

Song Hua looked back slightly, "Low-key and low-key."

"Go to set breakfast." Yu Tingzhi said.

"Oh, good!" Wang Dengfeng immediately trotted to the restaurant to set breakfast.

Song Hua brought tableware and chopsticks from the kitchen and was busy with Wang Dengfeng.

Yu Tingzhi came over and took the things in Wang Dengfeng's hands, "I'll come, wash your hands and eat."

Wang Dengfeng looked at Yu Tingzhi's face and smiled secretly.

He was sure.

Yu Tingzhi must be a strict wife in the future.

In order to leave space for the two of them alone, Wang Dengfeng slowed down to wash his hands, and finally sat directly on the chair and played with his mobile phone.

Song Hua glanced in the direction of the bathroom, "Do you want to take a look?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingzhi got up, walked to the bathroom, and knocked on the door, "Are you alright?"

Wang Dengfeng opened the door and came out of the bathroom, and said very discerningly: "Third brother, please eat, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, so I will go first."

"Goodbye little sister-in-law."

Wang Dengfeng hurriedly left the apartment.

Yu Tingzhi sat back at the dining table, "Let's eat."

Song Hua nodded slightly, but she was not at all restrained. First, she ate two crab roe buns, and then picked up another fried noodles.

"I can't finish so much, I'll give you half?"

"Yeah." Yu Tingzhi nodded slightly.

Song Hua put half of the fried noodles into Yu Tingzhi's bowl.

Wang Dengfeng bought a lot of breakfast.

After the two were full, there was more than half left.

When Yu Tingzhi was cleaning the dishes, he subconsciously threw the rest of the breakfast into the trash can.

Song Hua grabbed his wrist.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Yu Tingzhi looked back slightly.

"I can keep this for lunch," Song Hua took the food box in his hand, "Save food, sit up from you and me."

Saving food starts with you and me.

Although I can't remember the face, this sentence and the one in my memory overlap each other.

Yu Tingzhi's mouth curved, "I'll eat with you at noon."

"it is good."

"Meow!"

At this moment, Mantou came over and rubbed against Yu Tingzhi's feet.

Yu Tingzhi lowered his head and touched its small head, "I'll get you a can."

When Mantou heard these words, even the scream became louder.

Meow!

Beijing.

Mrs. Song was sitting on a chair in the study and reprimanded Song Xiuwei with a dark face.

"Look at yourself, do you think you look like a father?"

"What's going on at home?"

"Sons are not like sons, and daughters are not like daughters. What humiliating things have really happened. I see how you go out and behave!"

At this age, Mrs. Song, what has she not experienced?

In the rich and powerful, such examples are not absent, and the two are still brothers and sisters!

Song Xiuwei lowered his head.

At the age of fifty, he was stunned that he didn't dare to say a word that was reprimanded by his old mother.

After a moment, seeing that Mrs. Song's anger subsided a little, Song Xiuwei continued: "Don't worry, I will tell Bo Yang to let him pay attention to the boundaries."

Some things can't be seen.

But she sees it now.

"Not only pay attention to the boundaries, I think your adopted daughter is not a fuel-efficient lamp." Mrs. Song glanced at Song Xiuwei, "Zheng Mei is not a big deal, and you are not at home all day. No matter how powerful Bo Chen is, he is very It is difficult for my colleagues to take into account both family and career. I have decided not to leave this year, otherwise, your family may be in chaos!"

Song Xiuwei knew that Mrs. Song had always disliked Song Yiyan, "Mom, Yiyan is actually a filial and kind child."

At least in Song Xiuwei's eyes.

"filial piety and kindness?" Mrs. Song snorted coldly, "It's just pretending at first glance!"

Yes.

Mrs. Song didn't like Song Yiyan from the beginning.

Unlike other children.

Song Yiyan has been smiling in disguise since she was sensible, trying her best to please everyone in the Song family. She has no childlike innocence, just like a person wearing a mask.

"Mom, don't make things so complicated, Yiyan is just a child."

Song Xiuwei was rarely at home, and rarely got along with Song Yiyan.

In his opinion, how bad can an eighteen-year-old child be?

There is no need for Mrs. Song to have trouble with a child.

Mrs. Song glared at Song Xiuwei, "Your mother and I have crossed more bridges than you have walked. What right do you have to question my words?"

Hearing this, Song Xiuwei immediately explained, "Mom, I can't mean that."

"Since that's not what you mean, then shut your mouth for me!"

People who have experienced the hail of bullets always have that kind of aura in their bodies, even Song Xiuwei was suppressed and dared not speak.

Mrs. Song looked out the window and sighed, "I don't know when I will find my Yanyan."

Hearing this sentence, Song Xiuwei's expression also changed.

Song Yan is the youngest child and only daughter of him and Zheng Mei.

His daughter was supposed to grow up with the love of the whole family.

Can.

Therefore, over the years, Song Xiuwei compensated Song Yiyan for what he owed Song Yan.

"Mom, we can definitely find Yanyan."

"In my lifetime, hope!"

Assistant Wang found some more information about girls who met Song Yan's requirements and sent them to Song Bochen's study.

"Boss, these have birthmarks, and these are without birthmarks."

"Okay." Song Bochen nodded and stood up from his chair, "Just put it here and wait for me to come back in the evening."

He has a very important meeting to hold now.

I have to go to the company right now.

Zhang Ma hurried to Song Yiyan's room.

Tell Song Yiyan what you just heard.

Hearing this, Song Yiyan narrowed her eyes.

Regardless of whether there is any information about Song Hua there, she has to go and see it.

It has to be done without fail.

Half an hour later, Song Yiyan came to Song Bochen's room with a delicate cake, "Brother, I'm in."

There was no response from inside, but Song Yiyan still twisted the door handle and opened the door to go in.

Walking into the study, Song Yiyan put the cakes on the table, and her eyes fell on the two thick documents on the desk.

Song Bochen should not come back at this time.

Song Yiyan narrowed her eyes and immediately began to look for information.

Her moves are quick.

The air was filled with the sound of paper flipping.

Song Hua.

At this moment, she saw Song Yu's name in a pile of documents.

There is indeed her.

Good afternoon, fairies, everyone~

Today is a new year, I wish you a happy new year~

See you tomorrow~