Song Ci is not the original old lady, so she doesn't have any psychological burden when scolding Old Man Song for this white bread.

She pointed to Mr. Song and said, "Putting people into her son's room is something that only mother-in-law can do. Even I don't do it, but you do it. Why? You think the Song family is too pure and insist on messing with people back and singing big dramas and performing the great prime ministers of the Six Kingdoms every day to be comfortable, right?"

"This..." Old Master Song was a little guilty and said stubbornly: "Not as serious as you said. Look at this capital, which man has few concubines in the backyard, and who is a high-ranking official only has one wife? Even at the age of Fan Xiang, there are still a few gentle and kind concubines to accompany me. My eldest son is not as strong as Fan Xiang's life and tigers?"

Fan Xiang: I feel deeply pleased with this praise of the original person.

Song Zhiyuan: It is not very harmful and has been insulted, but I am really worth it.

"Oh, who stipulates that officials will have to accompany them with concubines? Dalang and his wife are loyal to their first wife, why is it hindering you? If you want to take a concubine, I didn't stop you, but unless your son thinks about it yourself, don't think of assimilating them. If everyone is like you, will there be headaches without women and back pain?"

"You are rude."

"You are as stupid as a pig!" Song Ci slapped the table hard and retorted.

Compare who is more arrogant, right?

Song Ci stood up, pointed at Old Master Song's forehead and cursed: "You are not convinced that your head door is smaller than the keyhole. With your IQ, you ask your delicate flowers and broken birds to eat, and they are all pretending to be shit."

Here comes, the old woman's familiar taste is coming.

Old Master Song took two steps back and glared at Song Ci: "I tell you, don't touch me."

He didn't say anything. When he said this, Song Ci stretched out a finger and poked his forehead: "What's wrong with me? You bite me."

Old Master Song: “…”

Madam Gong held her forehead and coughed lightly.

"You old man, I'm calling you for my sake for the sake of my sons. If not, would you think I'd be slutty and hang on the bed, so that you can lie down with good food and drink. It's much better than you jumping around outside and causing trouble to the Song family."

Old Master Song's face turned green and he took two steps back.

So cruel!

"Do you think that if you give your sons a few beautiful maids, then they are the big men? Bah! Do real men show off with how many women there are? Aren't you so powerful, are they really men? When everyone is like you, will you just use this to label your face?"

Old Master Song was so angry that he pointed at her: "You..."

This old woman is still a woman. Can you keep your mouth shut at such an age?

vulgar!

"You, your IQ is worthy of scolding me? Song Kun, I'm here to let you eat, drink and play at home. Just be your useless old man. Just eat, drink and have fun. Don't pull anyone at home, let alone promise people outside, even if it's such a big deal."

Song Ci took a deep breath and stared at him coldly: "Because your behavior will bring disasters and troubles to the Song family at any time. For example, these thin horses, how can you know if they are careful with assassins? But you dare to take them home and even give them to your son's house. Oh, you're afraid you don't know that the boss almost lost his life when he met an assassin before?"

Old Master Song was so angry that he was about to fight back when Song Ci said something, but when he heard the words afterwards, he was stunned.
Chapter completed!