Nine Stars Killer Chapter 370: Vientiane Grand Ceremony

"One person and half?" Meng Tanyin was taken aback, half of the Yu family's industry was about to be a small wealthy, "What's the matter? Isn't it only Pinguzhai?"

Ms. Song smiled when she saw her like this: "You are still young and don't know the business affairs of the mall. Other industry mothers will take care of you first. Pingguzhai, you should be a hands-on practice, and Duan Yeming understand how it works. "

Meng Tanyin had a cordial talk with Mrs. Song and took the lead in determining the ownership of Pinguzhai. She had a double pupil, and when she was dazzled, she was dizzy after listening to Mrs. Song's words: Mrs. Song was really just looking at her weakness, which was still domineering in nature.

Meng Tanyin has focused on revenge over the years, and the Meng family’s old business has long been left behind. So just a smile, and did not agree with Mrs. Song, secretly decided to wait a few days for the wound on his forehead to be stitched, and then go to Pinguzhai to see what the situation was.

Later, Mrs. Song told her that the Song family was going to hold a banquet, and she would invite the young masters and young ladies of Linhai City to come and play so that Meng Tanyin could make some new friends. She is already in her twenties. Although she is not in a hurry to get married, she should also have some decent connections. It is impossible to never contact that circle.

When Meng Tanyin heard it, she knew that it was Madam Song who was standing up for her, so she slapped Song Jiaojiao with a loud slap. She also knew that Mrs. Song was telling her that there was something like this, not discussing with her, so she smiled and said, "Thank you mom."

Mrs. Song touched her face and said faintly: "I will be back to Wutong with your dad early tomorrow morning. The banquet has a strange summit arrangement. You should take care of your injuries and don't care about anything else. If it's Jiaojiao, come back. Provoke you—"

She didn't go on, but Meng Tanyin heard a hint of coldness in it.

"Mom, I know how to do it." Meng Tanyin responded. Mrs. Song has a gentle personality, but she can't be bullied. Yi Guang was taught by her, so naturally it should be the same.

Mrs. Song nodded in satisfaction.

Although Meng Tanyin's injury was no longer a hindrance, he lost too much blood after all. By this time, the matter was resolved-although it was a little different from what she had expected, the result was unexpectedly good, and she was a little weak.

Ms. Song looked at her pale face, exhorted a few more words, and sent her back to rest.

"Mum, good night." Meng Tanyin printed a goodnight kiss on Mrs. Song's head, stroking his head and squinting his eyes and walked to her room.

But when he saw Song Qifeng leaning against the door, he paused and asked casually: "What?"

Song Qifeng's expression was complicated, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "Grandpa wants to send Jiaojiao to study abroad."

"Huh?" Meng Tanyin suddenly became sober after hearing this. Father, what does this mean? Worried about what Song Jiaojiao did to me, or worried about what I did to Song Jiaojiao?

"Grandpa always stocks Jiaojiao, and doesn't care if she can become a talent." Song Qifeng looked at her quietly, "Yiguang, in the hospital, what did you tell your mom?"

"Oh, what do you think mom needs me to say to know the truth?" Meng Tanyin's lips opened with a brilliant smile, but his eyes were extremely cold, and his voice could even squeeze out two or two ice balls, "Song Qifeng, You said, is it me, Song Jiaojiao, or our mother, Mrs. Song, who can cover the sky with one hand in the Song family mansion?"

An accident happened to Yiguang, and the butler blocked the news. But Mrs. Song came so quickly and could bring a bucket of fresh soup. There must be hers in the mansion. And this person, I'm afraid the butler could not expect.

Song Qifeng heard Meng Tanyin's rhetorical question, and was rarely embarrassed: "Yi Guang..."

Meng Tanyin smiled coldly: "If you don’t want Jiaojiao to go abroad, you can persuade grandpa not to do so. Jiaojiao is still young and doesn’t know how to take care of himself. It’s very worrying to be alone. After that, I moved back to the school dormitory to live in. If you don’t live together, Jiaojiao won’t feel uncomfortable anymore."

Song Qifeng's heart sank and frowned: "You want to move back to school?"

"Get out of the way," Meng Tanyin didn't want to bother with him anymore, and said sorrowfully: "Good night." As he said, he raised his foot around him and raised his hand to twist the door of the room.

"Yi Guang," Song Qifeng stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "I didn't mean that!"

"What do you mean, I have no interest at all. I just inform you that there is such a thing." Meng Tanyin brushed away his hand and said coldly, "Even if Song Jiaojiao is going to go abroad, I will review it. No less!"

"Uh..." Song Qifeng's mouth twitched, "I will urge her."

Speaking, he approached Meng Tanyin again and apologized softly, "Yi Guang, I really didn't mean it just now. Don't be angry, OK?"

Angry? Ah. Meng Tanyin nodded slightly, indicating that he didn't care, and he unscrewed the door and slammed it gently, shutting Song Qifeng's hesitant face outside the door. She hurt her forehead, took extra care when washing her face, took another bath at will, and went to bed early.

——

Uncle Yuan looked at the check handed by Song Qing, his face changed: "Master, this..."

"Dating wild geese all day long, it is inevitable to be pecked by the geese." Song Qing looked at him and sighed, "A Yuan, you are confused."

Hearing this sentence, Yuan Bo suddenly understood: "What does this mean, madam?"

"I meant it." Song Qing said lightly, "Girl Meng has been in the Song's house for more than ten years. You don't know how Zhengming and her husband are treating her. I always thought you knew she was in the Song's house. But I didn’t expect you to get involved in children’s games at this age. Or do you think that Zhengming them are not in the house, and Meng girl is really helpless?"

Uncle Yuan lowered his head, his heart was full of chagrin: indeed, he was cautious. Song Zhengming and his wife stayed in Wutong City all the year round~IndoMTL.com~ There are only a few masters in the mansion. They haven't added a son for so many years, and the helpers are also used to them. They have almost never moved, making him think that everything is under control. .

He forgot, the master of this house is first, then Mrs. Song.

"You are not too young anymore. It's time to enjoy the happiness." Song Qing said calmly, pushing the check to Uncle Yuan, "This is a little bit of my heart. The pension will be issued."

"Master, I made a mistake. I can't accept this check." Yuan Bo quickly said.

"You have been in the Song family for many years and have been doing your best. A little mistake is not enough to obliterate your contribution to the Song family. Don't refuse, take it." Song Qing lightly tapped the table, paused, and said again "I remember, you have a nephew who went abroad a few years ago. What did you learn?"

Uncle Yuan replied: "Professional butler."

"What's his name? Have you finished it?" Song Qing raised his eyebrows, a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, "Have you found the master's house?"

"Going back to the master, his name is Yun Zhan. I just returned to China, and I have been idle these two days." ()