One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3964: The father of the lion’s big mouth

Song Song closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

Gong Qing went to cook **** soup, but he didn't come back for a long time.

She couldn't help but wonder if her brother was perfunctory to her. He didn't cook **** soup, but turned around and returned to the scene to let Adjutant Lu arrest Dad and go to the police station?

Otherwise, a bowl of **** soup can be cooked in ten minutes.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Song Song couldn't lie down any longer.

After she and Gong Qing left, what happened to Dad?

The Chief Justice seemed to be helping Dad, but he was obviously the political enemy of Gong Qing and the President, and the one who opposed her and Gong Qing the most back then. How could he really be good for Dad?

Dad in the hands of someone like that, is there any way to survive?

For a while, Song Song became more anxious the more he thought about it.

Just as I was propping myself up out of bed, my phone rang.

She hurriedly answered, and a familiar voice came from inside: "Song Song, come out and meet Dad! What I didn't say clearly just now, Dad will tell you again."

As soon as Song Song heard it was Dad Song, he quickly asked, "Dad, where are you? Are you safe now? Did they arrest you to the police station?"

Papa Song said vaguely: "No...no...you come out and talk about it. By the way, do you have any money with you, if not, bring a bank card..."

"Okay. How much do you want?" Song Song was very happy.

She is unsuspecting to her parents. It is not easy for her parents to raise her so much, not to mention that Papa Song has been missing for a year. Judging from his dejected appearance, he has suffered a lot, and he must be short of money.

Papa Song hesitated for a moment, and then said: "As much as you have, bring as much as you have! Bring all your bankbooks. They didn't say that you wrote a lot of comic books, sold them well, and made a lot of money. Is it? You're so old, it's time to return home..."

Song Song nodded without thinking, "Okay."

Agreeing on the location, she put down the phone, supported her weak body, took the passbook and card and went out.

The president and his wife didn't come back, and Gong Qing wasn't there either. The corridor was quiet.

She walks vainly on the ground without making a sound.

Just like this, she left the presidential palace, stopped a taxi, and hurried to the meeting place.

At this moment, Gong Qing is in the kitchen, making **** soup.

He's not going anywhere else, he's really making **** soup.

Only, the first time he boiled it, he cut the **** into minced ginger, shredded it, boiled it, and it was so spicy that he choked his throat.

And the **** powder was mixed in the water, and it was impossible to drink at all.

He took a few sips and felt that something was not right, so he took out his mobile phone and called the old Chinese doctor, how should the **** soup be brewed.

After learning the real **** soup method, Gong Qing reprocessed the ingredients.

He first peeled the **** to remove the dryness, then cut it into filaments, and only gently rolled it in boiling water for a few times before picking up the shredded ginger, so that the **** soup would be lighter and less hot.

Then sprinkle some brown sugar into the **** soup to replenish qi and blood.

Pregnant women were not allowed to eat **** soup casually. It is easy to make the fetus move too fast and cause slippage. Fortunately, the old Chinese doctor gave guidance and remade this bowl of **** soup. It was light. Gong Qing tasted it. I could hardly taste the **** flavor, so I filled a bowl with confidence and handed it to Song Song.

As soon as I stepped out of the kitchen door, I saw the servants all gathered in front of the TV in the living room, whispering.

The servants of the Presidential Palace have always been very disciplined, and they rarely gather together to watch TV, let alone talk about it.

And when those people saw Gong Qing coming out, they immediately closed their mouths and looked away.

Gong Qing frowned. He had no interest in disciplining the servants. If these people were his soldiers, he could scold them for running ten laps in the playground and punished them.

But this is just a servant, so there is no need to be so strict.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a familiar name on the TV...