Mrs. Song is not the orthodox wife of the Song family.
Although she came from a prestigious family, she took the initiative to seduce Song Ji and climbed into Song Ji's bed before her first wife passed away.
Although the man did not refuse, she also relied on the power of her mother's family to successfully become the wife of the Song family after the death of her first wife. However, everyone knew that the reason why she came to the position was simply because the Song family lacked such a wife.
Song Zhi, as the daughter of his original wife and the only eldest daughter of the Song family, is the choice of the next head of the family recognized by Song Ji himself.
Even if Mrs. Song gives birth to more children now, there will be no chance.
And Song Yingchen, the illegitimate son, is her best candidate.
In the past, except for her own children, Song Zhi never looked good on herself. Only Song Yingchen would listen to her obediently and satisfy her desire for control.
Although she despised Song Yingshen's former identity.
But she never expected that one day, this soft persimmon she had always looked down upon would stab her lungs accurately.
"you--"
Mrs. Song stood up. She had been pampered for so many years and had never been scolded like this. She could not control her temper. She stood up and looked at Song Yingchen with a sharp tone: "How dare you say that to me? I am your mother.
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"Mother?" Song Yingchen's tone became vicious: "My mother has died a long time ago, what kind of mother are you?"
The beads in Song Ji's hand stopped spinning.
Mrs. Song: "You,...you, you, you!"
She was very angry, and Song Zhi seemed to be enjoying herself. Mrs. Song's eyes turned red, and she looked at Song Ji: "Aji, you just look at your son and say this to me? I have been in the Song family for so many years, and I have no merit.
Hard work..."
Song Ji's smile remained unchanged, his eyes were slightly closed, and he looked at Song Yingchen with a condescending look.
Song Yingshen did not dodge or avoid, and looked directly at him.
After a long time, Song Ji chuckled: "Before you have no strength, you can't achieve anything by just being reckless. I contradicted your mother and broke the rules of the Song family. I will kneel here tonight and reflect on it."
After saying this, he stood up, stopped watching the farce in the hall, twirled his prayer beads and left.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yingchen simply knelt down, but his back was straight and he had no intention of apologizing.
Mrs. Song was a little reluctant: "Kneel down for one night and forget about it?"
This punishment is obviously not as good as before.
"That's enough. He is not a prisoner of the Song family. He has never heard of the principle of not letting people out." Song Zhi stood up and gave Mrs. Song a cold look.
Mrs. Song's face turned green.
She stared hard at Song Zhi. Under Song Zhi's cold eyes, she was defeated first and could only leave here unwillingly.
Before leaving, he gave Song Yingchen a hard look.
Seeing Song Yingchen kneeling in the hall, Song Zhi looked at her and said, "Have you seen the person and got the answer? It seems that he was completely thrown away."
Song Yingchen looked at her unkindly.
But not too many glances.
In fact, he and Song Zhi didn't have much interaction. They didn't talk as much in the past few years as they did recently.
Meng Qi looked at Song Zhi with some embarrassment: "Miss..."
The young master is already sad enough, so don't poke his heart.
Song Zhi made a sound, turned around and strode away from here.
Meng Qi looked at Song Yingchen cautiously: "Young Master, this time is actually much better than before."
Before, Song Yingchen was asked to kneel down in the basement.
The place was humid and ordinary people couldn't stay there, so only Lingka masters who were in good health dared to do so.
Moreover, he knelt down all day and all night and was not allowed to eat.
Unlike now, Song Yingchen directly scolded Mrs. Song, and the punishment he received was not as good as before.
It means that the head of the family didn't mean to blame him, but just gave him a warning.
Song Yingchen didn't care about this. His mind was filled with that photo, and he murmured: "Obviously we are all in pain, and it is obvious that we should depend on each other..."
He was the one who took the first step and lost the person who depended on him for life.
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"Snapped--"
The sound of broken bowls and chopsticks was heard. Wen Jiang was sitting in front of the computer reading card information. When he heard the sound and looked up, he saw Nian Jian hurriedly picking up the broken bowls and chopsticks.
She borrowed the hotel kitchen to practice her cooking skills, and this was the fifth time she broke a bowl in three days.
The bowls were all from the hotel, so I could explain it the first time, but from the second time I paid for it.
Ask Jiang silently.
Nian Jian raised her head and glanced at Wen Jiang in fear, then shrank back when her gaze came into contact. After still cleaning up the dishes unskillfully, she was successfully scratched by the broken dishes.
"ah--"
She didn't realize the sting on her finger until blood began to pour out. Nian Jian subconsciously put her finger in her mouth, raised her head, and looked at Wen Jiang with tearful eyes.
Ask Jiang: "..."
After feeling distressed at the beginning, Lingdan started to criticize from the perspective of a capitalist: "You are so stupid and you don't have the emotion to contribute. What's the use of keeping it? Find an opportunity and throw it away."
Asked Jiang also wanted to throw it away.
Seeing that Jiang Wen did not respond, Nian Jian pursed her lips, turned around, and stood up to wash the wound with the faucet.
Wen Jiang sighed and raised his hand to summon the card Lantern Demon. The cute red cotton-padded loli dumpling appeared holding a big red lantern. He subconsciously looked at Wen Jiang, who pointed to Nian Jian and said, "Go handle it for her.
Lower the wound."
The lantern demon seemed to understand what Jiang Jiang meant, nodded and walked towards Nian Jian.
This was the first time that Kaling was summoned in front of Nian Jian. Nian Jian was startled and looked at the lantern demon in shock.
Although the lantern demon can only restore the mental power of the spirit card master, the mental power is strong enough and can also change some substances. She went over and blew several breaths on Nian Jian's finger, and the wound that was bleeding just now stopped.
Blood shows a tendency to heal.
Nian Jian was stunned. She was a little shocked and looked at the lantern demon curiously, tilting her head and staring at the lantern demon.
The lantern demon turned back to look at Wen Jiang, who praised him with a smile: "You did a great job."
The lantern demon narrowed his eyes and smiled, seeming very happy to be praised by Jiang Jiang.
Nian Jian had never seen such a strange card spirit as the Lantern Demon. Seeing that she was very curious, the Lantern Demon even gave her the lantern in his hand to play with.
Nian Jian took the red lantern and shook it curiously. The lantern demon looked happy, and Nian Jian also laughed.
Lingdan suddenly sighed: "Why do I feel like you are taking care of a child?"
"..."
She suddenly changed the subject: "I know what cards I want to make."
Lingdan quickly answered: "What card? Is it a card about Yunxia civilization?"
"Well, it should count."
The angle of that task was very tricky. Who can represent the Yunxia civilization authentically? In fact, it is not necessarily the representative items of Yunxia, but some - legends and stories.
In addition, the Lantern Demon failed to treat Nian Jian properly. Wen Jiang suddenly thought that there are many card spirits on the market now that play a great role in reality. Although treatment cards are rare, they still exist.
She wants to make a healing card, and this card must be A-level.
