Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 570 Our matchmaker

"no!"

Song Jing refused without thinking.

Mr. Song looked at his grandson carefully for a moment, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"This won't work, that won't work either. What do you want? That girl from the Zhou family is obsessed with you. She's good-looking, smart, scheming, and flexible. I think she's a good fit. What else is wrong with you? satisfied?"

"I do not like her."

Song Jing's face darkened.

He didn't even remember what that woman Zhou Yuan looked like.

Whether she is good-looking or clever, what does it have to do with him?
Song Jing looked directly at Mr. Song and said, "I have someone I like."

"Oh really?"

When Mr. Song heard this sentence with his own ears, he finally couldn't hold it any longer and smiled completely at the corners of his eyes. "Whose daughter is she? Is she the female star that the media mentioned?"

Seeing his grandfather's old fox-like smile, Song Jing suddenly understood.

Grandpa was trying to trick him, but he actually fell for it!

But there's nothing to cover up.

But Song Jing was not willing to be tricked by the old man. He said noncommittally, "I will bring it back to you when the time comes, and you will know."

"Okay, okay, I'll have people prepare things in a moment. You quickly bring my granddaughter-in-law back. I want to entertain her well!"

Finally getting an accurate word from his grandson, Mr. Song was completely relieved and his eyes narrowed with joy.

Song Jing's expression was as usual, but his face was slightly red.

He wanted to take Bai Shao home, but he didn't know if she would go home with him?

The old warrior's house.

Mrs. Bai's bad breath came out, but her heart was still clogged.

That shameless old man, I’ve never seen anyone treat him like a grandfather before!

Mr. Zhan carefully looked at Mrs. Bai's face, gently rubbed her shoulders and back, and murmured something in a low voice.

"Did you really not recognize him just now?"

"Who do you recognize?"

Mrs. Bai was surprised for a moment, and then she remembered something: "By the way, was it his name you called there just now? Song Mingxuan, it sounds familiar to me..."

"Yes, that's him! Yun Ping, you can't even remember our matchmaker, right?"

Mr. Zhan successfully diverted Mrs. Bai's attention and quickly gave a reminder.

"That bad old man from the Song family is Song Mingxuan back then, the foreign student who was a neighbor of your grandma's family!"

"You mean, he is the neighbor boy who was always smiling?"

Mrs. Bai suddenly realized it, and her eyes were full of shock: "It's actually him, no wonder he looks familiar to me!"

The youthful days that had long been buried in the depths of her mind gradually came to life, and a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit seemed to appear in front of Mrs. Bai's eyes.

At that time, she was still a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and she would go to her grandmother's house to stay for a while during every vacation.

Grandma's neighbor is a family named Song. That family's son Song Mingxuan is about the same age as her, and he also comes home during the holidays.

The two of them got to know each other more and more, and they got along very well. Sometimes they went out together, and Song Mingxuan took good care of her.

Later, when Zhan Jintai went to the Song family to play, she met and fell in love with Zhan Jintai. In order to cover for them, Song Mingxuan often helped them deliver messages, send love letters and notes.At that time, Song Mingxuan often said that if they got married in the future, they would have to give him a big gift as a matchmaker.

But later...

She married into the Bai family and never saw Zhan Jintai again, let alone Song Mingxuan.

They were far apart, and decades passed in a flash. When they met again, they didn't even recognize each other.

Mrs. Bai couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that I am really old, and he didn't even recognize me."

Hearing Mrs. Bai's tone, Mr. Zhan felt more relieved.

Although he didn't regret it at all for focusing on sex over friends, he didn't want to see Yunping and Song Mingxuan really become incompatible.

Mr. Zhan took the opportunity to coax him: "It's not that you're getting older, it's that you're getting more and more beautiful. It's Song Mingxuan, that dim-eyed old guy who dares to offend you! But I haven't seen you for decades, and he really doesn't recognize you." Come out, if he knows it's you, he won't dare to yell at you."

"Hey, blame me for being impulsive, but he looked quite strong back then, but now his back is rickety."

Mrs. Bai responded casually, but the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She did regret it a bit.

When I went to see Mr. Song, I originally wanted to talk about the two children, but it ended up being so embarrassing.

How can we meet again after this?

Mr. Zhan observed the words and expressions and quickly saw the annoyance in Mrs. Bai's eyes.

He was overjoyed in his heart and struck a favor while the iron was hot to say good things to the Song family.

"Actually, that bad old man Song Mingxuan has not had an easy life for most of his life. Mrs. Song and his son disappeared long ago, and his daughter-in-law is gone. In such a big Song family, he and Song Jing are the only two left to depend on each other. Now, now I have you with me, but he still doesn’t pay attention to me, which is a bit miserable.”

"Does that mean that Song Jing's parents are gone?" Madam Bai's heart trembled, and she felt pity.

Mr. Zhan nodded and sighed: "They are all gone. That bad old man has been looking forward to the stars and the moon every day for so many years, looking forward to Song Jing getting married and having children. He must be very happy when Song Jing and Xiao Shao are together, but he still wants to be together It’s just a pretense in front of you.”

After Mr. Zhan finished speaking, Mrs. Bai remained silent for a while, and her original anger completely disappeared.

After a while, he sighed: "When we were forced to separate by our family, I was still thinking that Song Mingxuan was heartless and would definitely have a better life than us. Who knew that he would also be so rough... Forget it. , I don’t care about that old thing like him.”

"Yunping, you are still so kind and generous. When the two families meet again, that old thing will be so embarrassed!"

Mr. Zhan smiled happily, finally relieved.

On the Internet, the scandal that the daughter of the Bai family is in two different situations is still fermenting on the hot searches.

Among the people involved in the scandal this time, Ji Yaoxing, the brokerage director of Huihuang Entertainment, did not have a very good background, but he is also a prominent figure in the entertainment industry. Bai Shao is the daughter of the wealthy Bai family, and Song Jing is the heir to the imperial Song family.

Even Zhou Yuan, who has been reduced to a background figure, has a net worth that should not be underestimated.

Although people who eat melons have been fighting on the front line for many years, they are mostly gossips about two or three celebrities. I have never seen such a luxurious lineup. They are jumping up and down in the comment sections of major media, and their keyboards are almost broken.

The popularity of white peony root suddenly reached the top of the hot search list.

The popularity of white peony root exploded the day before, which was a good thing for the Wiseman Design Competition and Zhanyi Group. But now that white peony root is dominating the list again, the reputation is gradually getting a bit wrong.

"As expected, my family has a mine, and I have money to do whatever I want. Changing boyfriends is like changing clothes. It's too open!"

"It's none of your business whether they can open it or not. If you have the ability, you can change it for an old man or a young man. If you can't eat the grapes, you will say the grapes are sour!"

"Of course it's none of my business. My cousin participated in the Weisman Design Competition. If such a random woman can be the spokesperson, I highly doubt that my cousin will be treated fairly!"

"There's nothing wrong with you upstairs. The Wiseman Design Competition is an international competition. How can someone with such negative scandals deserve to be a spokesperson!"

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(End of this chapter)