Chapter Seventy-Five: Jealousy

However, as soon as he came today, Feng looked at Song Caiwei's several large blue brick houses, as well as the novel furniture inside, Feng immediately became greedy.

In his heart, he also wanted to be separated from the Song family under the guise that Xiao Jiujiu also wanted to be separated from the Song family, and then he thought about being angry with the Zhou family at home all day long, and the Feng family strengthened the idea in his heart.

In addition, in the Song family before, the Su family was the one who was angry, and now the Su family is much better than his own family.

So as soon as Meng Hua's words came out, the jealous Feng immediately answered, and his words were full of sourness.

"You're everywhere, don't get out of the way."

Originally, Meng Hua's words could be heard by everyone as sarcastic, and the shrewd old man Song certainly heard it, so as soon as Meng Hua's words came out, the old man Song made a big red face.

There was nowhere to vent the words that were holding back his stomach, and Feng hit the head of the gun again, so as soon as Feng finished speaking, he was firmly kicked by Old Man Song.

Feng Shi, who was smiling, sat on the low stool, and he really suffered this kick and rolled off the stool at once.

In addition, the old man Song never lost his temper lightly, so the Feng family, who was rolling on the ground, saw that the old man had lost his temper, and he didn't dare to speak, so he quickly got up from the ground and ran to the kitchen to find Su.

"Nephew Meng Xian let you see a joke."

Meng Hua is a well-known Chinese person in the town, plus he is a son inheriting his father's business, and he has connections in his hands, just by virtue of this, he is also famous in Shangqing Town.

Besides, who in these ten miles and eight towns has a business and doesn't ask Meng Hua for help, although Old Man Song looks down on Meng Hua as a businessman in his heart, but he doesn't dare to touch the face of others, so he can only say cheekily.

"Uncle Song, where is this, Meng Mou was confused by your words."

If you want to talk about acting, Meng Hua has been following his father everywhere since he was ten years old, and he has been in his circle for more than ten years, so this little thing is not difficult for him.

So when I heard Mr. Song's words, I also haha.

And Old Man Song also heard what Meng Hua meant. But he could only smile awkwardly and sit down again.

However, then, the lively scene just now fell silent. It wasn't until a while later that Second Master Song led Han and Song Chengshu, who had just recovered from a serious illness, to come over to break the silent atmosphere.

But at this time, Song Caiwei and Song Erye finished saying hello, got rid of Meng Kun's pestering little brat, closed the doors and windows and chatted with Meng Hua.

It's just small talk. But this is Song Caiwei, and the atmosphere in the house is very tense.

"You're saying you're going to buy the thousands of acres of wasteland near your home?"

Looking at the four hundred taels of silver tickets that Wei Ya took out in front of her, Meng Hua's first sentence was not to ask Song Caiwei where the silver ticket came from, but to frown and ask why Song Caiwei wanted to buy these thousands of acres of wasteland.

"Godfather, it's naturally useful for me to buy it, so don't ask, I won't say it if I ask, because it's a secret."

What kind of person Meng Hua is, although Song Caiwei has not been in contact with much, she knows it very well. Because in his bones, Meng Hua is the same kind of person as himself.

So a type of person doesn't have to beat around the bush at all when he speaks.

No, hearing Meng Hua's question, Song Caiwei was excited in her heart, but her face was bulging, her little hand took Meng Hua's hand, and while shaking, she raised her bag and said coquettishly.

Finally. Don't forget to wink, laugh like a fox, and sell a cute by the way.

"You girl, good. I'll do it for you. ”

If it is said that Song Caiwei does not play cards according to common sense, then Meng Hua is definitely the originator of doing this kind of thing.

So after Song Caiwei finished lying coquettishly, Meng Hua didn't think so much, so he took the silver ticket into his arms, sighed, and pinched Song Caiwei's nose.

Sure enough, I didn't mistake this girl at the beginning. It's an idea, I like it, Meng Hua thought so in his heart, his face was also very happy, and he doted on Song Caiwei a little.

However, I lamented in my heart that this Wei girl looks like Song Qingxiang's simple daughter, obviously she should be her own daughter.

Meng Hua felt bitter in his heart, and scolded Song Qingxiang, a simple man born in Fuzhong, several times in his heart before giving up, but Song Qingxiang, who was now talking to Liu Xianghai at the village chief's house, sneezed several times.

"Hee-hee, I know that my godfather is the best for me, but ......"

"But this matter is a secret, don't worry, this matter is a secret between the two of us, and no one will tell me godfather."

Seeing Song Caiwei jumping on her feet and holding her hand happily, and hearing Wei Yatou's words, Meng Hua answered without waiting for her to finish.

touched Song Caiwei's bag and said dotingly, mysterious, like a child who has done bad things.

At this time, Song Caiwei and Meng Hua reached an 'agreement', and Yun Lang took Yun Shi to Song's house here, so as soon as he heard the voice in the courtyard, Song Caiwei and Meng Hua walked out.

"Brother Yun, you're here."

As soon as Yun Lang came, the courtyard was a lot more lively, because the Su family, the Yang family, and the Feng family, who were busy in the kitchen, all ran out.

In addition, Yun Lang looks good, so he is particularly popular with the Song family, especially Song Chengwu and Song Chengjun, the two younger ones, saw Yun Lang coming, and surrounded Yun Lang with a solid one.

The naughty Xiaoliu was still holding Yun Lang's thighs and wanted to climb up, but Yun Lang had no choice but to pick up Xiaoliu and smile amorous in the direction of Song Caiwei in response.

"You said you came here, why did you bring so many things?"

Looking at the large and small bags of things in Yun Shi's hand, as well as the two bags that were unloaded on the ground and didn't know what was inside, Su Shi frowned and said.

"Oh, a little careful, it's not a valuable thing, Aunt Su don't take it to heart."

To be honest, Yun Lang has never been to other people's homes to give gifts, because people have always begged them to heal them with gifts.

Because it was the first time, Yun Lang didn't know what to give, so he prepared a gift for everyone in the Song family.

But when he thought of giving expensive gifts, the Song family would definitely refuse, so they chose some more practical things, for which Yun Lang went to Qinghe City on a special trip, and he never went shopping, but he walked around the street for a whole afternoon.

Although he was a little tired, Yun Lang was very happy in his heart, but this was Yun Shi who was bitter about carrying things with the class, so Yun Shi despised his own young master in his heart.

Seeing Yun Lang say this, plus it was a moving gift, Su naturally didn't say anything anymore, so he had to tell Song Chengwen to take over the things in Yun Shi's hands, and then told Song Caiwei to take good care of the people, so he went back to the kitchen with Yang and Feng to work. (To be continued.) )