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The sound of the piano was cong, Su Qingqing sat in front of a few short times, her jade fingers were slender, she was stroking the strings, her expression was leisurely, and her jade face was smiling lightly.

Song Mengjun sat opposite, holding the tea cup in both hands, sometimes taking a sip of fragrant tea, the action was lazy, and the snow porcelain tea cup was snow-white and warm, like white jade, which was given by Guanyun Villa.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Su Qingqing raised her hand and gently brushed her hair, pursed her lips and smiled: "With Mr. Xiao here, I don't dare to touch the piano!"

Song Mengjun pursed the corners of his lips slightly, as if he was disdainful, but he didn't say anything, and said lightly: "Your piano sound is much more beautiful than his!"

Su Qingqing shook her head more than once, which is better or worse, needless to say, Xiao Yuesheng's piano skills are already in the realm of grandmasters, and he sighs to himself.

"It's a pity, Xiao Yuesheng has been shirking and doesn't want to teach me!" Su Qingqing sighed softly and sullenly.

Song Mengjun snorted lightly: "You worshiped the wrong Bodhisattva, tell him directly, naturally it won't work, and go to Mrs. Xiao!"

Su Qingqing was stunned, her bright eyes turned, and her smile slowly spread.

At this moment, she felt something, got up, came to the window, pushed the window and looked out, and the two paintings came through the waves, and the momentum was violent.

"Hmm-?!" Song Mengjun came behind her, and when she saw this, her eyebrows furrowed, her face became cold as frost, and her anger surged up her brows.

"Sister Song, it's not good, it's my father's person!" Su Qingqing turned his head to Song Mengjun and said, her face was dignified, as if she was facing a great enemy.

Song Mengjun breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled, and pursed his lips: "Your father heard that you were here, so he came to visit you?"

"He-?" Su Qingqing's face became more and more ugly, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "...... He's not going to come to see me!"

"What's wrong?" Song Mengjun was surprised when he saw that her face was wrong.

"Daddy is sending someone to arrest me back!" Su Qingqing smiled bitterly.

Song Mengjun was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Also, I haven't seen you for so long, I'm afraid he misses your daughter too!"

Seeing that Su Qingqing was not happy at all, Song Mengjun finally realized that something was wrong, his expression was straight, his voice slowed down, and he said softly: "What's going on?"

"Daddy's family law is strict, and if you go back, you will definitely break my legs!" Su Qingqing's face turned slightly pale.

"Hmm-?!" Song Mengjun frowned, looked at her, and snorted, "Your father will be so ruthless?!"

"Family law is greater than human affection, Daddy has always been like this!" Su Qingqing smiled reluctantly.

Song Mengjun was silent, groaned slightly, and nodded slightly.

As the leader of a gang, she has the deepest understanding of this truth, the gang rules are strict and ruthless, even if the people who are close to her violate the gang rules, there are no exceptions, so that they can convince the public.

The Su family in Jiangnan is a martial arts family, and if there is no strict family law, it is difficult to control these characters.

The two paintings came very quickly, and before they could speak, they had already come up, and Xiao Xiang came in from outside, her face was frightened, and she said urgently: "Miss, the master's people are here!"

"Xiaoxiang, don't panic, you take a small boat and go to find Sister Jiang!" Su Qingqing became calm and said slowly.

Seeing that Miss was so calm, Xiao Xiang's heart calmed down a little, and she nodded vigorously: "Well, I'll go, I will definitely find Miss Jiang!"

With that, she twisted her willow waist and pulled the curtain out.

"Let's go, Sister Su, let's beat them back!" Song Mengjun snorted lightly.

Since Su Qingqing can't go back with them, Song Mengjun won't be polite, and he won't think about it, just drive them away!

The painting came up, and a group of thin men in blue robes, mostly in their twenties and thirties, stood at the bow of the boat, with a majestic and majestic style.

"I've seen Miss!" everyone shouted in unison.

They all have internal strength, and they drank in unison, the momentum was amazing, and the water of West Lake seemed to ripple.

Su Qingqing came out of the curtain and stood at the bow of the painted boat, a gust of wind blew, and the moon-white clothes fluttered.

"What are you doing?!" Su Qingqingxiu's face was cold, and he said coldly, revealing a commanding bearing.

The crowd standing on the painting moved out of the way, and a middle-aged man in a purple robe slowly walked out from behind.

He was burly and tall, with a square face, a straight nose, three clear whiskers under his chin, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, the essence was faint, but not revealed, and his whole body was full of majesty.

"Nine...... Ninth Uncle?!" Su Qingqing's face suddenly changed, and she called out hesitantly.

"Qingqing, do you still recognize your ninth uncle?!" Dahan looked solemn, not angry and arrogant.

"Uncle Nine, why are you here?" Su Qingqing's expression became respectful, but his face was still cold and indifferent, looking quite contradictory.

"Your father sent me here to persuade you to go back!" Dahan stroked Qingshu and snorted lightly: "Qingqing, this time, you are too naughty, your father is very angry!"

"I won't marry Fan Dongfang!" Su Qingqing said coldly.

Dahan frowned, his essence flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Qingqing, women have to marry after all, the kid of the Fan family is not successful, you can train well in the future,...... Why did you make such a fuss and let our Su family be shameless?!"

Su Qingqing pursed her lips tightly, her expression was stubborn, as if she was an angry and angry little girl.

Seeing her like this, Dahan couldn't help but soften, and sighed long: "Qingqing, go back with Uncle Jiu and plead for you in front of your father, and the matter will settle down!"

"I don't marry Fan Dongfang!" Su Qingqing pursed her lips and shook her head.

Da Han frowned, and his gaze was suddenly sharp, as if two cold lightning bolts broke through the air and fell on her, making her body sink and feel the pressure.

He saw Su Qingqing pursing her lips, her stubborn appearance, like her sister-in-law's appearance before her death, his heart was soft again, his face was relieved, and he said softly: "Qingqing, the matter of marrying someone is a foregone conclusion, and it is impossible to change it, be good, don't think about it anymore!"

Su Qingqing shook her head, her snow-white and neat teeth biting her lower lip, her expression stubborn, revealing a thick sense of dissatisfaction and unyieldingness.

The surrounding men stood at the bow of the boat, motionless, like terracotta warriors, although they did not move, they were filled with solemnity.

The big man turned his head, let out a long sigh, turned his back to Su Qingqing, and waved his hand: "Please send Miss back!"

The men answered "yes" neatly, jumped up from the bow of the boat, and landed on Su Qingqing's boat, with their long swords unsheathed.

"Miss, please go back!" a handsome young man clenched his fists and said earnestly.

He was dressed in a blue shirt, his face was more and more crowned with jade, his eyes were faint, and he was heroic.

Su Qingqing didn't look at him, pursed her lips, and just stared at Uncle Jiu's back.

Seeing her like this, the handsome young man waved his hand, and the rest of the people jumped, each showing their figures, left or right, front or back, and surrounded Su Qingqing in it.

"What are you doing?!" Song Mengjun stood beside Su Qingqing, she was so bold and bold that she waited for them to set up a formation before she opened her mouth to ask.

"This girl, this is our Su family's family matter, please don't interfere. The handsome young man hugged his fists, his voice was sincere, and he was not aggressive.

"I'm Sister Su's friend, if you want to move her, get past me first!" Song Mengjun snorted coldly.

The young man's face sank, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at Su Qingqing: "Miss, you know the rules of our Su family, if Miss's friend insists on doing this, he can only offend!"

Su Qingqing glanced at the young man coldly and snorted, "Zhao Xiaosi, you want to bully me too?!"

"Miss, I don't dare to offend you, but the head of the family has an order and has to obey it. The handsome young man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and sighed.

"If you dare to do it, I won't recognize you from now on!" Su Qingqing said coldly.

The handsome young man's expression was struggling, his face changed, and after a while, he glanced at the back of the ninth uncle, and his expression was firm: "Miss, as a child of the Su family, I dare not disobey the order of the head of the family,...... Do it!"

When everyone behind him heard this, they suddenly moved, and the long sword stabbed out, attacking all directions around Song Mengjun's body, and the sword light flashed, enveloping her.

Song Mengjun was shocked, he didn't expect them to shoot so sharply, and he didn't have time to praise the Su family in Jiangnan for really living up to its reputation, and he used all his skills, the long sword was unsheathed, waved into a ball, and splashed water without entering.

"Sister Song, let me come!" Su Qingqing said in a coquettish voice, with a single move, he drilled out of the sword net, came to a person, reached out and grabbed it, his empty hand was like a white blade, and he snatched the long sword.

As the eldest lady, she knew the Su family's combined attack method well, and took advantage of their unpreparedness to snatch the long sword and immediately break the combined attack.

The rest of the crowd filled his place, but his power was much inferior, and she did so, and once again looked at the vacant seat, and stabbed out with a sword, which happened to stab the man in the wrist.

The tip of the sword was touched and gone, without bloodshed, and while he was stunned, she floated up and slapped his acupoint with one palm.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had been driven out by her.

Seeing this, the handsome young man drew his sword and stepped forward, shouting, "Miss, offended!"

His swordsmanship is far superior to the rest of the people, Su Qingqing can no longer be at ease, so he can only cheer up and try his best to deal with it.

(To be continued)