Song was shocked as if he had been hit hard.

It took two seconds to digest what Song Jinfu said, and his eyes, which had always been indifferent and unfluctuating, trembled slightly.

Suddenly.

The tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lips and smiled coldly, "How is it possible...... Third brother, you just want to speak for Song Zhao, and you have to make up a decent reason. ”

He is more than eight years older than Song Zhao, and he almost grew up watching the little girl.

Except for his grandmother, more often than not, he took her with one hand.

No one knew Song Zhao better than him, and she ignored him while he endured the pain for her. How could he boil medicine for him and take care of him all night?

Song Jinfu's fair face showed a thin red because of anger, and he said word by word, "I personally accompanied my little sister to collect the morning dew, looking at the medicine she boiled for a day, if you don't even believe me, you can also ask the next person, there are many people in the house, there are always people who can give you the answer." ”

Song Jingxian's pupils shrank, and his cold white fingertips curled slightly.

Song Jinfu's rhetoric is not like a lie.

So that night, Song Zhao really came to atone for his sins?

Did she finally realize her mistake and start making amends for him?

I can't tell what it feels like in my heart, such as knocking over a five-flavor bottle.

Song looked at Song Zhao with a complicated expression, and his expression was not as angry as at the beginning.

He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of sour cotton, and he couldn't say a word!

At the same time, the sound of messy footsteps could be heard from a distance.

Immediately after that, a wail that turned a thousand times resounded in the sky like a frightened cloud, "My son! ”

The crowd followed the voice.

I saw a pair of men and women in brocade clothes and a group of families breaking in.

The woman took the lead in running in front of Chen Xiaoniang, and slapped her in the face a few times, "Okay, you little prostitute, the old lady gives you food and clothing, you dare to run away with my son, hurry up and go back with the old lady!" ”

Chen Xiaoniang was stunned by a few slaps, and when she came back to her senses, she was so frightened that she turned around and was about to run, but the woman grabbed her hair and pulled it back.

"Ahhh Chen Xiaoniang let out a scream like a pig.

The man took the opportunity to snatch the swaddling clothes in her arms, kissing and coaxing with affection, "Good girl, this is my son, I finally found my precious son." ”

"This is my child, you give me back my child!" Chen Xiaoniang didn't care about robbing it, but was fiercely dragged to the ground by the woman, grabbed and beaten.

This sudden change stunned everyone who watched.

Someone recognized the identity of the man and woman, and promptly expressed his suspicion, "Isn't this a big textile family in Lincheng?" How can it be said that the son of General Song's concubine is their son? ”

Song Yu asked the man majestically, "What are you bringing people to my general's mansion to make trouble?" ”

The man immediately knelt down, "Back to General Song's words, the grass people are the owners of the Lincheng textile factory, a year ago, because the grass people's wives could not have children, they bought this Chen family as a room to continue the incense for me, but after the Chen family became pregnant, he secretly ran out of the house, which made it easy for the grass people to find!" ”

Every time he said a word, the faces of Xia Qingyao's mother and daughter turned pale.

"Ridiculous!" Xia Qingyao scolded, and said unsteadily, "Chen Xiaoniang is obviously Uncle Song's concubine, how can she become your roommate?" This is the General's Mansion, how can you allow this lowly merchant to talk nonsense, and don't get out immediately. ”

"Shut up." Old Taijun Song slammed his cane on the ground, and looked at Xia Qingyao without anger, "You also know that this is the General's Mansion, when will it be your turn to call the shots?" ”