Mr. Song hung up the phone and looked at Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu looked proud. When Mr. Song looked at the chessboard again, he immediately became angry, "Zhu Bingshan, you old boy, you must have changed my chess pieces."

Mr. Zhu laughed and said: "Song Guoqi, you old boy is unwilling to admit defeat, but you said that I secretly changed your chess pieces, and it is my turn to make the move."

Mr. Zhu picked up a white chess piece, put it on the corner of the chessboard with a click, and then said with a proud smile: "Old boy, I won, you are such a bad chess piece, you haven't beaten me in many years."

I'm back, hey..."

Mr. Zhu pretended to sigh, and then said: "It is said that playing chess with a bad chess basket will make your chess skills worse and worse. I have to think about it in the future and can't play with you anymore. Otherwise, I will lose my chess skills that I have practiced all my life."

Abandoned."

"Zhu Bingshan, do you dare to swear on your conscience that you didn't secretly change the chess pieces just now?" Mr. Song said angrily.

"I haven't changed it."

Mr. Zhu looked at the old butler and the personal butler brought by Mr. Song. "If you don't believe me, ask them two, did they see me changing the chess pieces?"

The old butler must be facing Mr. Zhu. The butler brought by Mr. Song should be facing him, but how can he talk casually at this time? The relationship between Mr. Song and Mr. Zhu is not easy to describe.

Ever since, the personal butler beside Mr. Song shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't pay attention just now."

The expression on Mr. Zhu's face became more and more proud, and he said with a smile: "Old Song, it's getting late today. I heard that the price of pork has increased recently, and our Zhu family's meals have lost a lot of oil and water, so I won't let you eat.

Okay, it was our granddaughter who called you just now, please go home quickly."

"Hmph, you old chess scoundrel, you always come up with some bad tricks every time you play chess. You don't want to play chess with me, but I don't want to play with you. Let me tell you, today is the last time for both of us.

Play chess, goodbye!"

Mr. Song stood up and said to the personal butler he brought with him: "Let's go."

"Walk slowly."

Mr. Zhu stood up with a smile to say goodbye, but Mr. Song, who had just walked a few steps, suddenly stopped and turned around, glaring at Mr. Zhu and said: "Okay, I almost let you fool me just now, what did I do here today?"

, it’s about discussing the future happiness of your boy Lin and my precious granddaughter!”

As soon as Mr. Song came to his senses, Mr. Zhu immediately panicked. He coughed twice and tried to change the subject, but they had known each other for too long, and they were probably the most familiar people in the world so far.

Before Mr. Zhu could speak, Mr. Song immediately said something. As soon as he said this sentence, no matter how eloquent Mr. Zhu was, he felt he was wrong and bowed his head.

"At the beginning, you wanted to introduce Xin Yi and Lin Kun to each other. Before the meeting, you made a fuss. But after the meeting, did you tell me that Lin Kun had a wife and children? If my precious granddaughter hadn't fallen in love with your grandson,

It's easy to say anything, but she fell in love with her. If you don't give me an explanation for this matter today, my Song family will not only not help your Zhu family, but also work with the Mao family to kill you Zhu family.

The family was completely trampled to the ground."

The topic was a bit sharp. Mr. Zhu waved to the old housekeeper beside him and motioned for them to go down first. The old housekeeper took Mr. Song's personal butler and left the small courtyard.

There is wind and sunshine in the small courtyard, and the fragrance of tea overflows, but there is only a lack of family affection.

"This... this matter..." Mr. Zhu had an awkward smile on his face, "Old Song, listen to me, you also know about it. I don't know much about this matter at all. I thought Kunzi just went to pick up someone.

The task was to take care of Jingyao and her son, but who would have thought that there is no coincidence in the world? Chengcheng turned out to be the blood of our Zhu family, and Jingyao was devoted to Lin Kun, so..." (10)

"Bah!"

The old man of the Song family, one of the four great families in China, was no different from an ordinary neighbor. He spat out and cursed at Mr. Zhu: "You old man who doesn't admit his fault, what's wrong with you?"

You are the one who provoked me, why do you want to admit it? You must give me an answer today, otherwise, I will go back to that old guy named Mao."

"Old Song, you can't threaten me like this. We have been friends for almost a lifetime. Even if there is a slight conflict, it cannot be escalated into a family fight. You are the only son of the Song family. Although our Zhu family is small,

Xingwang, but those brothers of mine are long gone. We are brothers. Father and son go into battle, brothers fight tigers. You say this..."

"Zhu Bingshan, as for the little tricks in your belly, I know it very well. You don't need to play the emotional card for me here. There are too many emotions in the world, but I, Song Guoqi, have recognized me as a good boy since I reached this age.

granddaughter."

Mr. Song patted his leg and said, "For you, old man, I pretended to have a broken leg and have been lame for so many years, but you hurt my precious granddaughter. Tell me with your conscience, how much do you owe me in this life?"

"

Mr. Zhu said: "Old Song, please don't get excited. We can't decide what's going on with this child. Let the children make their own choices."

"You don't even dare to fart. Is there any chance of my granddaughter's future happiness? Let me tell you Zhu Bingshan, our Song family doesn't care about you now. Lin Kun has a wife and children and our Song family doesn't mind it. That girl Chu Jingyao is amazing.

, the skills are beyond the imagination of many of us, but our family’s art is not bad, right?”

"But……"

"I know you are in a dilemma. How about I give you another idea? Don't say that I am forcing you to a dead end. Your Zhu family must marry my granddaughter into the family openly. As for that girl Jingyao, can she be ranked first?

Behind Xin Yi."

…

Chu Jingyao has been practicing self-cultivation recently. She has been too busy and tired the past few days, and her body is a little overwhelmed. She still takes her two children to the hospital to visit Gu Wei every day. With Meiyu by Gu Wei's side, Chu Jingyao believes that Gu Wei will

If even Mei Yu can't do anything to wake up, then I'm afraid no one in the world can save Gu Wei.

After diagnosis and treatment, Mei Yu was sure that Gu Wei would be fine, but she couldn't guarantee when he would wake up. He could only try his best.

Both Xiao Caihong and Chengcheng went to school. Although the two children had fun together, they could clearly feel that Xiao Caihong was absent-minded every day. The little girl's thoughts were all on her mother. This made Chu Jingyao see it.

Here, I feel sad in my heart. If it weren't for her, Gu Wei would not have caused the accident. She should be the one lying in the hospital now.

Can a woman accept her man having another woman?

Chu Jingyao thought about this problem with great concentration, but she couldn't accept it. Just like before, there were always various women around Lin Kun. Although she didn't say it, she was very sad in her heart. Later, Lin Kun didn't think about her anymore.

No matter how complicated the relationship is, Gu Wei came to Yanjing because Xiao Caihong missed her father. In fact, Gu Wei also wanted to see Lin Kun again, but out of consideration for her feelings, she stayed away from the Zhu family. (01)

But when the critical moment came, Gu Wei was willing to die for her, which made her feel ashamed, guilty and uncomfortable.

"Jingyao, are you there?"

Outside the yard, the old housekeeper asked into the yard. Chu Jingyao was sitting under the tree, regained her composure, stood up, and said, "Uncle Guan, what can you do?"
Chapter completed!