Chapter 137: Bastard, how dare you!

Song Zhiyuan's voice was soft and shallow, and his words were so powerful that Mrs. Song was so refreshed.

"Once my daughter becomes the princess, I will make it clear that I will not be inclined to help and stand in line. Do you think outsiders can believe it? The above people believe it?" Song Zhiyuan's fingers stood up.

Mrs. Song's smile was a little stiff: "This is not that serious."

"Madam, let's take a step back and send Qi'er in and win the team. In the future... do you think that with her personality, can you win with such a group of women in the palace?" Song Zhiyuan sighed: "I know Qi'er's personality very well. Just like you, she is top-notch and strong, but she is spoiled and grown up. It doesn't matter at home. We just spoil it. But if we marry someone and are in a tiger's nest, it's not a matter of spoiling, it's a matter of life."

"She is my daughter, and her identity is also noble enough. Compared to her unpredictable future, I would rather have peace and wealth, and a harmonious life."

This is also what Song Zhiyuan said to him.

Although he had thought about whether the Song family could be extremely expensive, he was hesitating. After talking to Song Ci, he became more determined.

I'm right. The Song family's foundation is not stable and should not fight for unpredictable things, so as not to lose their daughter and get involved in the family.

Mrs. Song can no longer laugh, her dream is broken and she can't laugh.

"Actually, that's okay. I think the one above will not agree." Song Zhiyuan pointed at the top again.

Don’t say that he is a celebrity in front of the emperor and his former emperor, and his kindness is strong, but sometimes, it is not a good thing to be too strong. If it is too much, the emperor can lift you down with a sound.

Otherwise, how could you say that you are like a tiger?

Mrs. Song grind her teeth: "Where is the young master next to me? Husband, if you drag it on, Qi'er will have nothing to choose."

It's fifteen, and people are asking for the best.

Song Zhiyuan smiled: "Don't worry, I've seen a few of them too."

Mrs. Song's eyes lit up: "Whose family?"

Just as Song Zhiyuan was about to speak, a noisy sound came from the door, and he couldn't help but frown.

Mrs. Song's face changed. She had already heard who was making noise and being presumptuous. That bitch, how dare that bitch!

She subconsciously looked at Song Zhiyuan. Sure enough, she saw that he was unhappy and was so angry that her gums were about to break.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, a maid wearing a Qian red jacket skirt broke in, and her legs were thrust into her knees in front of Mrs. Song and Song Zhiyuan, followed by Shaoyao and the others.

Mrs. Song: “…”

Slut, I want to argue that you don’t want to climb into the bed. You are my maid and you just kneel at the foot of the prime minister and hug his legs and cry. What’s the point of feeling?

Furong cried so hard that the pear blossoms were in the rain. She raised her head and showed a pale little face and said, "Madam, Prime Minister, I don't want to get married. I am willing to serve my wife and Prime Minister for the rest of my life. Please don't let me be worthy of others."

She said, kowtowing again.

That thud of kowtow, if Song Ci was there, he might have said, "Oh, I'll go, I'll work hard."

Furong put her strength in it. When she looked up again, her forehead was already broken and blood was oozing out of blood. She would be looking at Song Zhiyuan pitifully.

She is so delicate, the prime minister should always be pitying, right?

Mrs. Song's face was so angry that her face was distorted.

Song Zhiyuan put down the teacup, put on his shoes, and said to Mrs. Song: "Madam, I have something to do, so I will go to the study room to find Mr. Jun and say a few words."

Mrs. Song was both embarrassed and annoyed, and stood up and smiled reluctantly, "Grandmaster, go slowly."

Song Zhiyuan nodded, walked around Furong, whose face was pale and walked out.

"Bitch, how dare you!"
Chapter completed!