When Song Ci returned home, Song Yu and the others came over, looking at her with a complicated look, looking speechless.

Song Ci smiled dryly and said, "Why, does the result not match? Just say that the world is so big, there are also people who have similarities, so there are no need to be so discouraged."

Song Xian raised his eyebrows: "If not, don't you feel regretful?"

Song Ci shook her head: "I don't think so."

What are some regrets? She hasn't gotten used to it for so many years!

"I'm sorry, the result is not as you expected. You are indeed from our Song family. To be precise, you are descendants of my aunt. How about it, are you surprised or surprised?" Song Xian said again.

Song Ci: "..."

Really?

After a while, she said, "I am indeed the heroine."

Everyone: "..."

Mr. Song looked at her with some pity and said, "Do you remember nothing about what happened before you in the orphanage?"

Song Ci's smile slightly lowered her face and shook her head.

She is learning to perform, but her heart is not very delicate, but she is also good at observing her expressions and expressions. She immediately understands what the old man's pity means.

How could a good person be in an orphanage?

Either abandoned or actually become orphans.

No matter which point it is, it's quite pitiful.

Song Yu took a step forward, took her hand, and said, "No matter what, sister, you are a member of our family, and you will never be without relatives or reasons. From now on, no one will be able to bully you. If there is, I will refuse to do so."

He comes to protect his grandmother and sister in this life.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little heavy, Song Ci pretended to be funny and said, "Is this the benefit of being a member of the Song family?"

Song Xian held his arms with both hands, leaned against the sofa, his red lips were graceful, and he smiled and said, "The Song family protects his shorts."

Song Ci smiled slightly: "Then do I want to say I am flattered?"

"A family, what are you talking about?" Mr. Song's face was slightly dark.

Song Ci grinned: "Old man..."

"You should call me "Grandpa Uncle." Old Master Song glared.

Song Ci was silent for a moment.

"Forget it, you are alone now. Let's call me grandpa with Song Xian, Song Yu and the others." The old man was a little sad again. I don't know if he remembered his sister who might have been gone. This is the only descendant who pity her.

Song Ci called out grandpa like a stream of good luck.

Song Yu was the happiest and said, "I just said, you are my real sister, I did not find the wrong person."

Everyone looked at him and said, why are you looking for someone? I really didn't say it all.

Seeing that the young master was so happy that he expressed his words, Gong Qi coughed lightly and said, "It seems that today is a good day. The old man came from afar and did not welcome him. Why not book a hotel and have a meal together? It is also considered a celebration of reunion?"

Mr. Song nodded, thought for a while and said, "A few days later, I will go home, Song Ci, and meet other people in the family, and be familiar with each other."

"I'm afraid it won't work. The drama I just took on is about to be finished. I may have to follow the crew to do promotion..." Seeing his face getting darker and darker, Song Ci quickly changed his words and said, "If you can't go over and celebrate your birthday, you have to squeeze out time to come out and return to your ancestors. Good things, good things, the world is not as big as it."

Such a cowardly behavior made Mr. Song have nowhere to have an attack if he wanted to have an attack.

Song Xianzi looked around, his eyes curled, took out his cell phone from his bag, and sent a message to the group: "From then on, the old man has an extra person who wants to cure but cannot. Do you believe it? Bet on the second-hand Yayuan Siheyuan!

The second son of the Song family: "???"
Chapter completed!