"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao."

Song Hai looked very happy, waved his hand and ordered, "Let him in." ”

"Yes."

The doorman took the order and turned to leave.

Song Hai pushed Song Wei's wheelchair, put his head to his ear and whispered: "Big brother, this is the son-in-law I 'carefully selected' for you, I hope you are happy." ”

"Song Hai!"

Song Wei clenched his fists and couldn't help but reprimand angrily.

"Is there anything else you want to command, big brother? If you don't, just sit back and watch a good show. ”

Song Wei's eyes stared at Song Wei's eyes without turning, reaching out and tugging at his collar violently, there seemed to be a chill between his teeth: "You can do anything to me, but Qinglan is innocent!" ”

"Big brother, although rest assured, I have always been very accurate in seeing people."

Song Hai was not angry, reached out and broke Song Wei's fingers, got up and straightened his collar.

By this time, the statement had already walked into the living room, still holding a gift box in his hand.

Song Hai raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and asked, "You are a statement?" ”

"The statement of Chen, the statement of the statement."

"It's kind of interesting."

Song Hai looked at the statement in front of him, he was all over the place, his appearance was handsome, and his figure was not very burly, but he felt like an ordinary man.

Originally, he wanted to choose a crippled one for his niece, but the appearance of a huge order made him change his mind.

The information says that he was born as a mercenary, retired because he suffered from war phobia, has a tyrannical personality, and has a murderous temperament...

In short, it's the kind of character that is very difficult to get along with.

Seeing his niece will suffer in the future.

The statement walked up to Song Qingshan, put the gift box in his hand on the table and said, "A little thought." ”

Song Qingshan nodded, never looking at the gift sent by the statement from beginning to end.

A gift from an outlaw can be a good thing.

Song Hai, who was standing on the side, chuckled: "Dad, how can you say that this is also his kindness, why don't you take it apart and take a look?" ”

As he spoke, his hand was already on the gift box.

When I opened the gift box, I found that it was wrapped in five layers of russet tea cakes.

This tea cake is a good big red robe, placed in the outside world, a tea cake can be sold for a high price of millions, and there is no market, and money may not be able to buy it.

Song Qingshan was born in a gangster, and after decades of recuperation, he finally erased the breath of the nouveau riche on his body.

But after all, he is still a gangster, how can he see the quality of the tea.

Really.

The moment Song Qingshan saw these tea leaves, his face was as ugly as he looked.

Other people's gifts are either jade, jewelry, gold, and at the very least, boxes of cash.

This is a good thing, and I even gave some cheap tea.

Song Hai didn't know much about tea, and when he saw the tea, he said sarcastically: "Xiaoshu, you shouldn't have bought this tea at a stall." ”

Few of these people here know how to make tea, and even if they do, no one has ever drunk this big red robe.

The statement was very casual: "A friend sent it." ”

"There's no shame in telling the truth..."

Someone in the crowd said.

"Ahem..."

Song Hai put the gift box back and sent his men to accept the gift.

Song Qingshan shook his head and said, "Xiaohai, it's time for Qinglan to come out to meet his future husband." ”

"Okay Dad, I'll call Qinglan out."

Song Hai took care of the two women and signaled that it was time to call Qinglan and their mother and daughter out.

It didn't take long for Song Qinglan's mother and daughter to come out of the upstairs room.

As soon as the mother and daughter appeared, they immediately shocked the guests present.

Although Wen Shuqin is already a middle-aged woman in her forties, her skin and figure have always been well maintained, so she does not look old at all.

If you don't look closely, it's like a young woman in her thirties.

Standing with her daughter, it is easy to give people the illusion that the two are sisters.

Song Qinglan was wearing a beige dress tonight, and the bright silk between the skirts shone in the bright light, which was very dazzling.

Green silk shawl, looking back and smiling.

The country is overwhelmed, and that's just what it says.

Tonight, she's the main character.

The statement looked at Song Qinglan who was slowly coming down from the corridor, and was lost for a while.

The first time I saw her was at the gate of the train station, when she was only a teenager, petite and cute, slim.

When we meet again, the little girl has grown into a great beauty who has captivated the country and the city.

Song Qinglan also noticed the statement, but he did not have the same sense of déjà vu as the statement, and only rejected and resisted strangers.

In Song Qinglan's world, statements are nothing more than passers-by in his life's journey.

But in the world of statements, Song Qinglan is his only one.

"Qinglan, let me introduce you, this will be your husband in the future."

Song Hai patted the statement on the shoulder and introduced.

Song Qinglan endured the grievances in his heart and asked in a low voice, "Your name... What's the name? ”

"Statement."

"Hmm..."

Song Qinglan nodded, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Now that the wood is in the boat, no matter how unwilling she is, she can only resign herself to fate.

Wen Shuqin stood next to her daughter, her eyes looked up and down the statement, and the more she looked, the more angry she felt, so she simply turned her head away and stopped looking.

Song Qinglan turned around and put his face on the shoulder of the female frequency and whispered, "Mom, I don't think this person is as bad as you say." ”

Wen Shuqin stretched out her hand and scratched her daughter's nose, hating iron and steel: "Do you know what it means to know people and faces, but you don't know your heart, if your second uncle was really so kind, he wouldn't have set up a plot to murder your father back then." ”

Hearing this, Song Qinglan's drooping little head lowered a few points.

Just as many guests were drinking for the groom, a strange sound of yin and yang suddenly came from outside.

"I said why is the house so lively today, it turns out that my cousin is getting married!"

The person who spoke was none other than Song Hai's son, Song Zhongming.

"Zhong'er, today is your cousin's big day, and you should be rude."

Song Qingshan frowned and scolded.

Song Zhongming was in his early twenties, with a thin figure and sallow skin, and at first glance, he knew that he was a gentleman who had been hollowed out by wine.

Song Zhongming had just drunk wine, and the guests around him who were full of alcohol covered their mouths and noses, he pointed to the statement, and then pointed at Song Qinglan, and said sarcastically: "Cousin, didn't I say you, if you promised to marry my brother back then, would you commit yourself to this kind of cripple with a sick brain?" ”

"Zhong Ming, you've drunk too much!"

Song Hai was born to stop.

"I didn't drink much."

Song Zhongming stood up, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, but unfortunately he didn't light it a few times, and when he was angry, he still put the lighter and cigarette on the ground.

With the strength of the wine, he said indignantly: "The family has spent a lot of money on supplying your family over the years, and your waste father's annual physical examination will cost tens of thousands of yuan, what will you pay back these tens of thousands of yuan!" ”

"Enough Zhong Ming!"

Song Qinglan couldn't hold back his pain anymore, "Please Zhong Ming don't say it again, so many people are watching, just treat me as a sister, I beg you..."

"If you don't let me say it, I want to say it."

Song Zhongming put on a stinky face and said shyly.

"Is that enough?"

The statement stood aside and interjected coldly.

"Huh?"

Song Zhongming came back to his senses, turned to look at the statement, his face couldn't help but show a hint of sarcasm, his face changed, he waved his hand and knocked off a bottle of red wine on the table, and roared:

"Who do you think you are! You're just a psychopath, and being able to join our Song family is a blessing you've cultivated for eight lifetimes, what's the matter? Haven't you learned to talk back before you get started?

Don't accept and beat me! Come on! ”

Song Zhongming pointed to his face and shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the people sitting there would not hear him.

"Do you know who I am? My name is Song Zhongming, my father is Song Hai, if you dare to touch a single hair of my hair..."

There was a snap, and it resounded throughout the Song family hall.

"It's the first time I've heard someone make such a cheap request since I've grown up so much!"