The guests arrived and chatted and had a laughing banquet.

Li Shaoyan didn't invite many people, but they were just some of the good friends they usually interact with. Although he wanted to hold a banquet for his four children, he was unwilling to involve too much interest. In this way, if you invite a few friends, you will have a happy meal.

Today, Song Xiaomeng dressed like a cute princess, pink and tender, with an innocent smile on her face. She was honestly held by Song Xiaobao, or was obediently sitting in front of the table and eating dessert gracefully.

However, at this moment, the little princess couldn't express sadness.

On the empty table in front of her were birthday gifts from guests, most of which were exquisite dolls. They were dressed in beautiful clothes, which was very suitable for little girls. However, Song Xiaomeng was not interested in these things. Even the gifts from Song Ming and Lin Xuetong were just glad to see them and put them aside.

Song Xiaobao looked at the sad Song Xiaomeng with a calm face, his eyes were very dark but he didn't say a word.

Five minutes later, Song Xiaomeng finally couldn't hold it in.

"Brother, why didn't Brother Ming come to Xiao Meng's birthday party? Did he forget?"

Brother Ming, who is that?

A hint of doubt flashed in Song Xiaobao's eyes. He had no impression of the name at all. After so long in time, he did not remember the lost memories. So he had no impression of the person mentioned by his sister.

"Brother, you won't forget who is Brother Ming, right?"

Song Xiaobao nodded very calmly and asked, "Who is it?"

Pouting, Song Xiaomeng sniffled with dissatisfaction: "It's Brother Ming. Brother Ming was taken away by Rongchen before, Brother Ming was always with me. Moreover, Xiaomeng also agreed to Brother Ming that he would marry him when he grew up."

Brother Ming also agreed, but why didn’t he come to attend his birthday party, and there was not even a gift?

Song Xiaobao didn't know how to answer, and watched the resentment on Song Xiaomeng's face deepen and deepen, and the abandoned young wife. Although she didn't know what she felt right now, Song Xiaobao knew clearly that he was very unhappy and directly put the so-called "Brother Ming" that he couldn't remember.

"I'll go and ask Mommy."

Song Xiaomeng didn't give up. After muttering, she quickly climbed down from the chair, jogging all the way to Song Yiran like a little angel, looking up at her and then flattened her mouth aggrievedly.

"Mommy."

Song Yiran, who had just fed the twins water, lowered her head when she heard this. She saw at first glance that the little princess who should have had a happy birth today was sad and sad, and couldn't help but pause.

"What's wrong?"

"Mommy, why didn't Brother Ming come to Xiao Meng's birthday party? Don't he know?"

Well……

Song Yiran was silent for a while. How should she live? In order to inherit the Gong family and become the impeccable heir, Gong Ming went to the secret island that belonged to the Gong family alone for closed training. In short, it has been more than a year since Gong Jue died.

It turns out that Gong Jue has been dead for more than a year.

"Mommy."

Song Yiran couldn't help but sigh, but his clothes were pulled by Song Xiaomeng, who was even more sad because of ignoring him.

She came to her senses and thought for a while: "It's not that he won't come, it's because Gong Ming has to do more important things now. When he finishes his own business, Mommy will let you meet, okay?"

Song Xiaomeng's mouth was pouting high, and she didn't like the promises that were hopeless. She still wanted to see her brother Ming now. She missed him so much for so long.

Seeing his daughter's face sobbing, Song Yiran also looked embarrassed.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be some riots at the entrance. The bodyguard in charge of guard surrounded him without saying a word, and Song Ming, not far away, was also alarmed. He put the champagne in the waiter's tray, and Song Ming frowned slightly and walked towards the center of the riot.

About five minutes later, Song Yiran saw the crowd dispersing, and a young man about eighteen years old was still following Song Ming.

"Brother Ming."

Song Xiaomeng immediately recognized that the boy beside her uncle was Brother Ming, whom she had just missed, and her little face immediately turned gloomy and raised her big smile and rushed towards Gong Ming not far away.

Obviously, Gong Ming also heard Song Xiaomeng's screams, looked slightly, and looked at the little angel rushing towards him with a smile. For more than a year, under the cruel and high-pressure special training, he shed his last trace of tenderness and became mature, steady and restrained.

The muscles on his body are also very strong, and he is no longer a slender boy. His outline is sharp and he has a bit of sharp momentum.

Seeing this proud and confident boy, Song was a little unbelievable.

She was sure that even Gong Ming could not fully inherit the entire Gong family, and at most he could rely on himself to become the head of the huge and ancient family in just three or five years. It has to be said that Gong Jue had a good vision and he chose a good heir for the Gong family.

Thinking of the person who died in the fire, Song Yiran couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"It's already a thing of the past, everything is Gong Jue's own choice. For him, such a result is the best."

I don’t know when Li Shaoyan had already walked to Song Yiran’s side. He seemed to know what the people around him were thinking. A simple sentence made Song Yiran’s chest depressed suddenly disappear without a trace. She looked back at him and smiled slightly.

"Um."

On the other side, Song Xiaomeng had successfully pounced on Gong Ming's arms. The young man picked up his little body, and the tips of the noses were rubbed intimately. Song Xiaomeng seemed to be worried that Gong Ming would lose it, stretched out her fat white arms and hugged his neck firmly.

"Brother Ming, Xiao Meng misses you very much."

Although her brother is still meticulous to her as before, she always feels that something is missing. Every time her brother takes care of her, she will think of Brother Ming, and he once loved her very much, and she especially liked to be with Brother Ming.

Looking at the white and tender girl in her arms, Gong Ming felt that his whole heart was about to melt.

"I miss Xiao Meng too. Sorry, I'm late."

"It's okay, Xiao Meng forgives Brother Ming."

Song Xiaomeng chose to forgive her openly and kissed Gong Ming's face. Her big eyes narrowed happily, like a little fox who had gained some benefits.

The cute and soft look made Gong Ming feel itchy when he saw it.

Little guy, you have to grow up quickly.

Feeling a sharp look full of murderous aura, Gong Ming's nerve reflexes became alert. The smile at the corners of his lips slightly shrank, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all filled with a silent sharp edge.

He turned around and accurately captured that gaze.

After not seeing him for more than a year, the air conditioning on the other party was indeed heavier. The black eyes were like the quiet and unwavering deep sea, with no emotion. Looking at him without any emotion made people feel creepy. However, Gong Ming saw hostility from Song Xiaobao's sight, like...

Well, the child who was stolen from his favorite toys.

Wait, this beloved toy should be Song Xiaomeng in his arms. So, hasn’t the sister-in-law Song Xiaobao eliminated it with Rong Chen’s unscrupulous experiment?

Before, he felt envious and jealous of Song Xiaomeng's dependence on Song Xiaobao. Now, the situation suddenly changed, and Gong Ming was a little proud. He couldn't help but provoke the boy opposite, raised his chin slightly, and then gently kissed Song Xiaomeng's forehead under his gaze.

Sure enough, after feeling the stronger murderous intent in the other party's sight than before, Gong Ming's lips could not help but be even more curved.

In the stroller.

Oh, this is naked jealous. Seeing that, the elder brother's eyes are so terrible, as if he wants to blow the person holding his sister out.

The brother was full of gossip and poked his expressionless brother with his little fist. The other party was quite impatient and shook his hand away from him, but he grabbed it unyieldingly. He messed up his brother's clothes and ruined his "hairstyle" that he had finally been packed up.

The head can be broken, and the hairstyle cannot be messy!

He also wants to be the most handsome baby, how could he lose his identity?

Shut up!

So the younger brother warned viciously, but this was of no use to the older brother.

Oh, I'm really not afraid of death, I actually deliberately provoked. Brother, do you think this person is so powerful with the eldest brother?

Nonsense, of course, the elder brother is amazing! The elder brother is the most powerful, he is several streets away from the other party in a minute!

When he mentioned his elder brother whom he admired and envied, his younger brother's eyes, which were originally lazily closed, could be seen flashing with excitement.

In the eyes of my younger brother, the elder brother is a mythical existence. The inexplicable young man who suddenly appeared was nothing of the same level as the elder brother, and he actually dared to provoke the elder brother, which was unforgivable.

The brother was instantly terrified by the strength he exuded from his younger brother, and swallowed his saliva and carefully retracted his pink fist.

Then he flattened his mouth and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

Oh, why are you crying?

My younger brother's expression suddenly became subtle, and his face was paralyzed and stiff. The little fist waved at a loss, trying to comfort his brother and let him not cry, but he was so clumsy that he couldn't do it, so he was extremely anxious.

"Hey, what's wrong with brother? Why are you crying well? Are you hungry?"

Song Yiran bent down and picked up the brother in the stroller, frowned and patiently coaxed him.

“Woo woo…”

My younger brother only likes my elder brother and I don’t like me! I have been with my younger brother for ten months, but he only has my elder brother in his eyes.

My brother protested with a flat mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. His big black eyes, wet by tears, looked even more pitiful, but unfortunately no one could understand his shouting.

"It seems like I'm really hungry."

Song Yiran muttered to herself while putting her brother into the cart, planning to go to the room to feed her.

The younger brother turned his head and looked at his brother who was crying and burping. His small eyebrows couldn't help but frown. He was a little disgusted and helpless.

Shut up.

Woooo, brother, you don’t like brother.

I don't.

You only like the elder brother, and you don't care about me at all.

The brother was very upset by his brother's sorrowful tone. The younger brother looked unhappy, but his little hand touched the cart until he held his brother's side and dragged his hand to his side. He felt the warmth wrapped around his palms. Then the brother burst into tears and smiled.

Song Yiran, who was ready to feed her: "Hey, why don't you cry again?"
Chapter completed!