A group of female relatives were chattering about this matter.
Mr. Song watched his son handle this matter calmly.
After his son got on the hovercar, Mr. Song glanced coldly at the group of drunkards below.
Some of the drunkards had sobered up after the head of the Song family sent Song Qingji to the hovercar.
As soon as he saw this scene and the situation, he knew that he had gotten into trouble while drunk.
The sober men couldn't help but tremble.
As for those who are not awake, they are immersed in their own world.
"What's going on today?" the old man asked looking down.
The men who were awake shrank their heads, pretending to be like quails, and said nothing.
Seeing that no one answered him, Mr. Song's anger slowly rose in his heart, and the high-level coercion in his body was released.
"Okay. Just be patient, sit here with peace of mind, play some games, check your brain and stuff, and you'll be fine in a while." After Song Jinsheng explained, he went to the kitchen.
There are two people in the family who can cook, which is a blessing.
Song Jinsheng and Song Qinghui were at peace with each other. When Mr. Song's pressure came over, Mrs. Song quickly put up a protective shield to protect them, but she herself did not have enough energy to resist because most of her energy was used to protect them.
Strong pressure.
Song Mingtian woke up from the pain in his brain.
Mrs. Song instantly felt that the energy of the protective shield was more abundant.
Some juniors and ladies with low cultivation levels fell to the ground early.
"She is taking care of the family's belongings. She must be cleaning up the mess now. She has no time to cook. I know how to cook. I will cook it for you later." Song Jinsheng said.
Song Qinghui thought about the food her mother had cooked, resisted the urge to drool, and went to the central hall with Song Jinsheng.
"Old Master, I don't know what's going on. I drank some wine and my mind is not very clear yet." Song Mingwu wanted to get over it even if he knew something at this time.
Mrs. Song first ordered her servants to seal all the pastries and tea cups that Song Qingji had eaten, and she was going to ask someone to test them later to see if there were any poisons or anything like that.
Mrs. Song stayed and did not move around after Mrs. Song's old master said the banquet was dismissed. Instead, she asked Song Jinsheng and Song Qinghui to go back first while she cleaned up the mess after the banquet.
What happened at this banquet was a bit sudden, and it ended much earlier. As a result, she only ate a little bit, and now she is still hungry.
Song Jinsheng seemed to be aware of Mrs. Song's lack of energy.
"Sister Jinsheng, you saved my sister's stomach." Song Qinghui said solemnly.
She couldn't help but feel a little confused. But now it was too late to guess. She had to take back some of the energy in the protective shield and concentrate on resisting the old man's pressure. Otherwise, she would fall and the protective shield would no longer work.
After the head of the Song family said something, a group of family members dispersed.
It's nice to have a sister.
They were frightened by the attitude of the old man just now, and couldn't wait to know whether their men were involved in this matter.
The whole person looked at a loss. His mental power continued to operate independently to resist Mr. Song's pressure.
Some drunkards woke up one by one.
She retracted the energy on the protective shield bit by bit over and over again. After feeling that the remaining energy could keep the protective shield running, she stopped and concentrated on dealing with Mr. Song.
Looking at the angry face of the Song family leader in front of her, she still didn't understand what she was releasing.
"Song Mingtian, tell me what's going on?" the majestic voice of the old patriarch sounded.
"Idiot!" Patriarch Song cursed and turned to ask Song Mingwu on his right, "Tell me something."
Secretly start to secretly input some energy into the protective shield.
Mrs. Song felt guilty and agreed on the spot: "Okay, my daughter-in-law will definitely live up to her father's trust.
The head of the Song family looked at his daughter-in-law in front of him. Mrs. Song had always been very reassuring in her work over the years, but she didn't expect that she would be let off the hook at the most critical moment.
"Father, what happened today is due to the negligence of my daughter-in-law. My daughter-in-law did not organize her mother's cleansing party, so I feel very guilty. My daughter-in-law is sorry for her father, and even more sorry for her mother."
After everything was installed, Mrs. Song began to ask the servants to clean up the place.
When Song Qinghui heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up and she said in surprise: "Sister Jinsheng, I didn't expect you to know how to cook. This is really amazing."
When Song Mingtian heard the old man asking him, he was startled, came back to his senses, and asked with a confused look: "Old master, what's going on? What happened?"
Energy continued to flow from Song Jinsheng's hand into the protective shield.
Some people fell down immediately, and it was obvious that they were of low cultivation. As for those with some skills, their bodies could not help but release some mental power to resist the coercion emanating from Mr. Song.
The female relatives on the other side were not having a hard time either, and there were many more people lying on the ground than the men on the other side.
Next to the nave is the kitchen.
When Mr. Song asked the next person, they all said they were drunk and didn't know what happened.
After saying that, the old master Song left, leaving only Mrs. Song and a group of servants.
It's funny to say that it was obviously a cleansing banquet for Mrs. Song. Not long after the banquet started, Mrs. Song left the party.
Some of the women who were awake quickly ran to their men and dragged them back to their yard.
Song Jinsheng: "Yeah."
After asking each other clearly, those who participated were naturally uneasy for the past two days, while those who were not involved breathed a sigh of relief and began to restlessly pay attention to other matters.
Patriarch Song doesn't have a good look on these people who are pretending to be drunk. It's unclear whether Qing Ji's situation is serious or not, and whether it will affect future plans.
He took the initiative to run to Patriarch Song and admit his mistake.
Buxie is her mother's biological daughter. She has grown up just because of her advantages. Not only does she have a beautiful face, but she is also good at cooking.
Fortunately, the old man's pressure did not last long, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer if it continued like this.
"Really?" Song Qinghui confirmed.
Mr. Song rubbed his brow tiredly and said, "Let's break up today's dust-cleansing banquet. I will let people find out about Qing Ji, and anyone involved in this matter will be severely punished."
"Why doesn't Mom come back with us? I want to eat Mom's cooking again. I wasn't full at the banquet just now." Song Qinghui said sadly.
As time goes by, more and more people fall.
He sighed and said: "Well, if something like this happens, you don't need to blame yourself too much. I think you have managed the family very well these years, and I don't want to hold you accountable. It's just that today is very important. I
I’ll leave it to you to find out. I’ll want the results in five days.”
Seeing Song Mingtian's appearance, Patriarch Song was furious.
They were the only ones who had just come into contact with Song Qingji. The kid's fainting had nothing to do with them. He could hang around for as long as he wanted.
As for the group of people lying on the ground sleeping, they were dragged away by servants in their own courtyard.
She doesn't feel well now. Something like Qing Ji happened during the banquet she organized, and she can't shirk responsibility.
Mr. Song glanced at them deeply and snorted coldly: "I think you are very sober!"
At this time, she had long forgotten how awkward she felt in front of Song Jinsheng.
I struggled to control my emotions so that I didn't lose control.
Now some of the people sitting in front of the men took a breath.
"Hey, sister, wait for me, I'll help you too," Song Qinghui shouted.
"No need." Song Jinsheng's voice came from the kitchen.
"Okay." She thought that if she helped sister Jinsheng because she was clumsy, and the more she helped, the more chaos she would get, and her sister would dislike her.
When she thought that her sister would dislike her from now on, she did not dare to act rashly and expose her shortcomings.
