shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 230 Sister Nian: Courting Death

"It doesn't matter, I don't know where people who don't know the rules come from, just wander around."

When greeting Song Yinghui, An Dasheng still didn't forget to look at Song Nian's family of three, "Don't look at them dressed brightly, but they have no ink in their stomachs, and they show timidity when they open their voices."

Seeing that Song Yinghui was unmoved, Chen Hui beside An Dasheng hurriedly explained: "Yes, son-in-law Song, you are welcome to sit down, your uncle and I will take care of this matter, just be gentle..."

"Mom, don't talk about it." The first thing An Nuan did after she regained her composure was to interrupt Chen Hui's words.

Chen Hui didn't understand, so she said impatiently, "Nuan Nuan, tell Son-in-law Song to sit down."

How dare An Nuan, she could only emphasize her tone to Chen Hui: "Mom, stop talking!"

Unlike Chen Hui's lack of insight, An Dasheng could tell from Song Yinghui's An Nuan's reaction that something was wrong. Before his wife could say anything unreasonable, he quickly reached out and grabbed his wife's hand to stop her from talking nonsense.

Chen Hui was grabbed by An Dasheng, no matter how dull she was, she understood that she couldn't say more.

The first thing Song Yinghui noticed was Song Nian, and then the twins she was holding. Looking at Fu Yanqing's familiar face, he felt embarrassed by the indifferent eyes of the little guy.

Although he knew in his heart that Fu Yanqing was not his biological grandson, but he had been Fu Yanqing's grandfather for five years, and there were some things that could not just be discarded.

As a grandfather, he was witnessed by his grandson having dinner with his lover's family, which is really hard to say.

An Nuan looked at Song Nian in fear, she just felt that the bad luck was at home.

Committed to Song Yinghui, it was hard to get rid of Song Nian's shackles, and he was full of expectations that he could give birth to a son for Song Yinghui, and the mother and son would be expensive, pushing away Song Wanwan's mother and daughter to succeed.

But who would have thought that the family of four, who were immersed in laughter and laughter in the last second, would be hit by a bolt from the blue in the next second.

She already knew in her heart that Song Nian was most likely the owner of this villa.

And the behavior of their family pretending to be the host to entertain distinguished guests in Song Nian's villa happened to be broken by Song Nian, the real host, and it was really over again.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, making the twins' stomachs growl.

Song Yinghui and An Nuan didn't speak, and An Dasheng and his wife, who sensed something was wrong, didn't dare to speak rashly.

The two of them are not stupid either, from Song Yinghui An Nuan's behavior, one can feel that the identity of the visitor is not simple.

Song Suisui was tempted by the aroma of the food, and touched her growling belly. She raised her head to look at Song Nian: "Mum, can I go with my brother to eat delicious food?"

Song Nian smiled and said softly, "Of course, let's go."

With her smile, the two big men, Song Yinghui and An Dasheng, felt their hearts flutter, and they almost fell under this coquettish, sexy and lazy smile.

With Song Nian's consent, Song Suisui took Fu Yanqing's little hand, "Brother, let's go, let's eat delicious food."

Fu Yanqing nodded, her voice was milky and obedient: "Okay, sister."

Seeing the twins walking towards the dining table and about to sit down, Chen Hui who had been holding back all this time suddenly said, "Stop!"

Scolding the twins, Chen Hui pointed at the twins with his hands on his hips, "Where did the wild things come from? There are no rules. This is not your house. You can serve this table as soon as you say it?"

"Nor sprinkle..."

There was a muffled sound, and Chen Hui, who was talking vigorously, was hit on the forehead by something, and instantly swelled up.

And the instigator, Song Nian, was casually playing with the remaining crime tools in his hand, his red lips parted, and his voice was bloodthirsty and indifferent: "I want to die!"

(End of this chapter)