Song Yongtu blew his nose and glared, glaring angrily, and the few hairs exploded at the roots. Song Minghong looked at Song Yongtu puzzled, his mind was full of doubts, what happened? What made the old man angry.

In his impression, the old man was so angry, and it could be traced back to forty years ago, when the Song family's overseas investment was snatched by South Asia Asan.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Song Yongtu stood up and pointed at Song Minghong, and the anger that had nowhere to vent turned directly to Song Minghong, "You don't know such a big thing, you, the head of the Song family, are in vain." ”

"Dad, I don't know what you mean?" Song Minghong also stood up, bent down and bowed his head, not daring to be right, first lower his posture, there is nothing wrong.

Song Yongtu was angry, took the rice paper on the table, rolled it into a ball, and hit Song Minghong directly in the face.

"Celadon and Qin Munan are getting better. You don't even know this, how did you become a grandfather? You're so bad, what are you busy with all day?"

After listening to Song Yongtu's words, Song Minghong bent his waist and immediately straightened, and a trace of shock flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes: "Ah, what, celadon and Qin Munan are getting better?"

Song Yongtu didn't talk nonsense, he directly unlocked the phone, opened the file package sent by Zhang Guihua, and a picture of a kiss appeared on the phone screen. After doing this, Song Yongtu threw the phone to Song Minghong.

"See for yourself!"

Saying that, Song Yongtu turned his back and put his hands behind his back, now, he didn't want Song Minghong to appear in his sight, and he would be angry when he saw him.

Baby's great-grandson Celadon was stepped on two boats at one time, Song Minghong didn't know, how could he not be angry? He now has the heart to smoke Song Minghong, after smoking Song Minghong, he will take a plane to Nanling to clean up the little cub named Qin Munan. Dare to step on two boats, play with the women of the Song family, and look for death!

"Dad, this picture can't be P's, right? Celadon still disliked Qin Munan a few days ago as a married man? Besides, Qin Munan and Celadon didn't have much intersection before, and there was no emotional foundation, how could they hook up within a few days?" Song Yongtu said with some skepticism after looking at the photo.

In today's society, seeing is not necessarily believing.

"What hook-up? Pay attention to your words, is celadon the kind of woman who digs into the corners of people's walls?" Song Yongtu was angry, pulled out a bamboo board from the corner of the study, and said, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Song Minghong was speechless for a while, but he still obediently stretched out his hand. Song Yongtu did not hesitate and fought directly. Song Minghong is more than sixty years old, and he was beaten by Mrs. Song, if it spreads, the whole Hangzhou will die of laughter.

Of course, no one will know, no one will dare to pass it on. Who would dare to spread the Song family's jokes?

Beat Song Minghong, Song Yongtu was angry, and his face softened a little, but he didn't speak with a black face, and Song Minghong didn't dare to make a sound, bent over and stood on the side, silent. Celadon is the meat of the old man's heart, if the picture is true, the old man is angry, it's too normal.

After a long silence in the study, Song Yongtu finally sighed.

"The picture is not fake, the background of the picture is the lakeside villa of celadon, which was taken by Zhang Guihua. Song Yongtu said slowly, the forehead lines on his forehead wrinkled together, and one wave was better than another.

After listening to Song Yongtu's words, Song Minghong was silent for a moment before he said, "Dad, at present, Qin Munan also has a legal wife, Jiang Aojun of the Jiang family in Hangcheng. ”

"He still has a wife!" Song Yongtu gritted his teeth together. If it weren't for Qin Munan's presence in Nanling at the moment, otherwise he would have come to the door and slapped Qin Munan.

"Dad, what should I do?" Song Minghong asked tentatively.

Song Yongtu was furious and did not answer Song Minghong immediately. The more angry he became, the calmer he became. After standing for a moment, he sat down on the sandalwood Taishi chair, waved his hand, and motioned for Song Minghong to sit on the opposite side of the desk.

There was a long silence. Song Yongtu didn't speak, and his fingers tapped the table without rhythm.

"Ming Hong, how deep do you think Celadon has feelings for Qin Munan?"

Song Minghong pondered for a moment and said: "Celadon and Qin Munan have not been together for a long time, and the relationship should not be deep, but Celadon admires Qin Munan very much. ”

"Later, you will call Celadon to return to Hangzhou, and let Qingyun take over the affairs of Nanling in the future. Song Yongtu pondered again and again, and finally made a decision. The women of the Song family must not be other people's mistresses, this is his Song Yongtu's bottom line. Even if he doesn't have this bottom line, he can't let his baby great-grandson sink.

Song Minghong nodded and did not speak. The only best way is to cut through the mess quickly.

"In addition, starting tomorrow, look for some young heroes who match with celadon, and after a while, let the celadon meet separately, and let Song Qi do it. ”

"Okay, I think Feng Yu of the Feng family in Yangcheng is good. Song Minghong said.

"He can't do it, he has been chasing celadon for more than a year, and he hasn't even held the hand of the celadon girl. Song Yongtu shook his head, he had no hope for Feng Yu anymore.

Song Minghong's chick pecked the rice and nodded.

After saying this, Song Yongtu fell silent again, and his fingers began to tap on the table again, pursing his mouth.

I sat like this, from twelve o'clock in the middle of the night until half past twelve. Song Minghong didn't interrupt the old man's thoughts, made another pot of tea, poured a cup for Song Yongtu, poured another cup for himself, and drank it by himself.

Song Yongtu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked at Song Minghong fixedly.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"You say, will Celadon hate me in the future?"

"You're also for the good of celadon. ”

Song Yongtu took another sip of the dragon well, looked at the old-fashioned clock hanging on the study, and said: "It's half past twelve, the celadon girl should also sleep, call her tomorrow, let her sleep well." ”

"Hmm. Song Minghong listened.

"Go to sleep. ”

"What about you, Dad?"

"I'll sit again, it's still early, I can't sleep. ”

"I can't sleep either. ”

The two old men, sitting opposite the table, stopped talking, and fell into silence.

Nanling, lakeside villa, at one o'clock in the evening, a Mercedes-Benz G65AMG drove out of the gate of the villa, and it was Qin Munan who drove it. The barbecue in the villa was still going on, but considering that Su Bao'er was already asleep, and the two bodyguards Uncle Alin and Alin Bo did not follow, so Wei Wanqing, Song Celadon and Qin Shu'er voted unanimously to let Qin Munan send the mother and daughter home.

"Longpan Middle Road?" Qin Munan asked after turning out of the path into the villa.

"Don't go to the compound, go to my villa, it's closer to here, over there. "Tonight, Wang Lan drank some red wine from the French Château Hongyan, his fair skin was red, slightly drunk, revealing a mature charm.

Qin Munan didn't talk nonsense, slowly turned around, and drove in the direction of Yanque Lake. The two didn't have much to talk about, and at first they chatted without a pair, and at the end of the conversation fell silent in the car.

It's very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the breathing of Su Bao'er's little girl sleeping, she is lying in Wang Lan's arms, sleeping sweetly, her hands are tightly clutching the two kebabs, there is no looseness, it can be seen that it is a snack.