Refusing to be a stepping stone, the real daughter took up the script of a strong female character i

Chapter 6

Yang Yuanran's tone, which was so crisp to the core, made He Zitang feel sick to his stomach, but it made Song Dingfeng very happy.

Ignoring He Zitang's dark face, Song Dingfeng gently squeezed Yang Yuanran's tender arm.

Holding Yang Yuanran's arms, Song Dingfeng pulled Yang Yuanran into his arms and hugged her.

Looking at Yang Yuanran's misty eyes like autumn water, Song Dingfeng felt that there was an evil energy all over his body again.

However, it's still early, so we can't be too blatant.

After a while, they will have dinner with a few backers to continue to explore Song Ruiyan's background and see if the Yao family really values ​​Song Ruiyan so much, so as to determine his future plans.

Thinking of this, Song Dingfeng just kneaded Yang Yuanran's jade arms, shoulders, and lips, causing Yang Yuanran to moan softly, and then Song Dingfeng let go of Yang Yuanran with satisfaction.

Looking at the panting and charming Yang Yuanran, Song Dingfeng smiled softly, lowered his voice and said to Yang Yuanran: "Don't worry, I will rest at your place tonight, There is plenty of time.”

After hearing Song Dingfeng's words, Yang Yuanran straightened her messed up hair and said with a smile, "Master, then, I'll be waiting for you."

On the side, seeing the two of them behaving like this, completely ignoring the existence of her as the mistress of the house, He Zitang closed his eyes silently, covering up the coldness in his eyes.

At this time, Song Baoshan's voice came from outside. Song Dingfeng sat upright and straightened his clothes and hems, erasing the indecent traces just now.

As for Yang Yuanran, she glanced at He Zitang cryptically and provocatively, and then sat on the other side in a dignified manner, as if the one just now was not her.

As a common wife, loved by Song Dingfeng, and supported by her mother's family, Yang Yuanran's status in the Song family was still sufficient.

As for He Zitang, although he was very angry, he could only respond to this situation indifferently and was not provoked by Yang Yuanran.

There was an undercurrent between these people, but Song Baoshan, who had just ran in quickly, was not aware of it at all.

Seeing that several elders were there, Song Baoshan ran over directly, threw herself into He Zitang's arms, and said coquettishly: "Mother, I'm here."

Song Baoshan finally vented her anger after coming over from the kitchen to clean up the helpless domestic slaves.

Sure enough, I was pissed off, so I felt much better if I let my anger out.

As for the slaves who were knocked unconscious and seriously injured by her whip, Song Baoshan had no sympathy at all.

They dared to lose her things and suffered only such a small amount of physical pain. She didn't kill them directly. She was already kind and merciful.

Now, as soon as her mood improved, Song Baoshan could act coquettishly and please her mother He Zitang, showing how much she was favored in the house.

And looking at his second daughter Song Baoshan, who was so close to him, He Zitang also responded with a smile: "Okay, you are such an old girl, and you still act like a coquettish girl like this, and people will see it, why don't you laugh at you?"

Although He Zitang is smiling, in fact, when you really look, you can still find that there is actually a hint of forbearance and alienation in her eyes.

However, when He Zitang had this kind of emotion, he would subconsciously avoid other people and lower his head to cover it up, so he was not noticed by others.

Even Yang Yuanran, who had been staring at He Zitang, felt a little surprised at that moment, but she only thought it was her own illusion.

As for the relatively naive Song Baoshan, she would not even notice this.At this time, hearing what her mother He Zitang said, Song Baoshan twisted in He Zitang's arms, pouted dissatisfied, and said: "Mom, no matter how old I am, I am still your mother's precious daughter, so I will be close to you." How dare others laugh at our loving mothers and filial daughters?"

As soon as these words came out, Song Dingfeng also smiled and continued: "Shanshan is right. In your own family, you can do whatever you like, and you don't need to worry about those rules and regulations."

"My daughter, Song Dingfeng, is like a jewel in the Song family. She should live a life of freedom and ease. Who dares to say anything?"

"Shan'er, naturally you can do whatever you want without worrying about other people."

"What's more, a loving mother and a filial daughter are a good thing, and no one will talk too much!"

Song Baoshan was even more happy when she heard her father supporting her so much.

Looking at her father Song Dingfeng with a smile, Song Baoshan said happily: "Father, I know that my father has always loved me the most."

At this time, Song Baolin, who happened to walk in, heard the conversation between her father Song Dingfeng and her second sister Song Baoshan. Her eyes couldn't help but change slightly, but she adjusted quickly.

However, in her heart, Song Baolin still felt a little regretful and lost.

Unlike Song Baoshan, who was coquettish and wanton, Song Baolin first bowed to the three elders in a polite manner after entering.

Seeing this, Song Dingfeng nodded with satisfaction and said with a slight smile: "Lin'er, you are becoming more and more like an eldest sister. Setting an example plays a good role."

Song Baolin's mood was a little complicated when her father praised her so much, but she responded calmly: "Thank you very much, father, for the compliment. As the eldest sister of the Song family, my daughter naturally has to set a good example for her younger brothers and sisters."

Regarding the reaction of his eldest daughter Song Baolin, Song Dingfeng once again nodded with satisfaction.

Song Renyu, who was a few steps behind Song Baolin and just walked in, didn't care about it.

Although he still respected his eldest sister Song Baolin, Song Renyu still spoke directly and said casually: "Sister, you are the one who respects the rules the most. You have always followed the rules very well. I don't want to follow you. Same, how boring that would be.”

After saying these words, Song Renyu just greeted his parents, sat down on the chair, picked up the pear on the table, and opened his mouth to gnaw happily.

But Song Dingfeng had no intention of blaming his son Song Renyu for his behavior.

At least, when outsiders were around, his son Song Renyu could still hold his own and abide by the rules, which did not make him worry. ,

In private, Song Dingfeng did not have so many demands on Song Renyu.

But before Song Baolin could reply, there was another movement outside.

The thin Song Ruiyan, still wearing a simple long skirt, came to the front hall with a little breath every step of the way.

Seeing Song Ruiyan's figure, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant.

They were all uncomfortable with the arrival of an unpleasant outsider.

(End of this chapter)