Mr. Song Menghua was still depressed just now, why did he suddenly become so full of energy when he listened to the recording?

Everyone present knew that Song Menghua was not in good health and had been sent to the hospital several times for rescue.

Although everyone was surprised in their hearts, they didn't dare to react, for fear that if they accidentally said something wrong, the irritated old Mr. Song Menghua fainted and got into big trouble, so after hearing his roar, everyone kept quiet and turned their eyes back to Su Zhinian, who was escorting Song Qingchun to the door of the banquet hall.

Su Zhinian's footsteps did not stop, Song Menghua's tone was even more displeased, and while he slammed the cane the ground, he spoke angrily and shouted: "Su Zhinian, did you hear me shouting you?" You give me one more step to try! I'll let you come over to me! ”

Song Qingchun, who was protected by Su Zhinian, stopped abruptly.

Su Zhinian saw her stop, her figure paused, and she took a small step forward before she reluctantly stopped.

"Come here!" Thinking that it was because Su Zhinian stood still, Song Menghua's tone was mixed with soaring anger.

Song Qingchun, who buried her face in Su Zhinian's arms, was yelled by Song Menghua's tone, and she subconsciously wanted to break free from Su Zhinian's arms and go to see Song Menghua.

Su Zhinian quickly stretched out his hand and controlled her body.

Just kidding, those reporters were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and he finally protected her from being slapped on the face.

Song Qingchun couldn't break free of Su Zhinian, so he had to pull his sleeve and whisper in a tone that only two people could hear: "Dad let us go over ......"

Before Song Qingchun's words were finished, there was a sound of Song Menghua struggling to knock on the ground with a cane not far away: "Su Zhinian, do you still have my father in your eyes!" ”

Song Menghua was really angry, and as he spoke, he held his cane and threw the wine glass on the ground, making a piercing crisp sound.

This is obviously a prelude to a fury...... Song Qingchun faced the indifferent Su Zhinian, and his tone was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Su Zhinian, my father is not in good health, and he can't stand the ......."

Su Zhinian pursed her lips, but after all, she still couldn't resist the request of the little daughter in her arms, and turned around with her.

Song Menghua held his cane and stood in front of the stage with a big thorn, and behind him stood the butler, Fang Rou, and Qin Yinan and Cheng Qinglian, who had just seen him angry and came over to persuade him.

He stared at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, who were walking towards him step by step, his expression was serious and almost terrifying.

This kind of Song Menghua has never been seen by Song Qingchun since he was a child, and for so many years.

She was so frightened that her hands and feet were cold, and she almost walked all the way to Song Menghua shaking her legs.

She was afraid and just glanced at Song Menghua's majestic expression, so she lowered her eyes in a hurry, held her breath, and waited for the storm to come.

Compared with Song Qingchun's nervousness and uneasiness, Su Zhinian still has that calm appearance, he is a head taller than Song Menghua, although he is a son, but standing in front of Song Menghua, even if he hangs his head, he looks respectful, but his aura is still much stronger than that of the angry Song Menghua.

Song Menghua had a gloomy face, and saw Song Qingchun's face from Su Zhinian's face without saying a word, and then moved down and landed on Song Qingchun's stomach.