Wife was born again

Chapter 302 You Choose Your Day
Knowing that my grandfather is a playful person, forget it, anyway, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

When they were happy together, Song Yanting came back from the company. The sweaty Song Yanting was carrying a briefcase. When he walked in, he saw four people sitting in chairs, drinking juice while blowing on the air conditioner.

For the first time, I felt very uncomfortable inside.

He worked hard outside to work, and they rested comfortably in the shade at home.

Song Yanting loosened his tie: "Dad, why didn't you notify me in advance when you came back?"

"Why, I still need your consent when I come back."

Song Yanting's expression was a little uneasy, and he continued to patiently say: "Dad, you know that's not what I meant."

Uncle Song and Xue Sen lowered their heads and drank the juice silently, as if they hadn't heard anything.

He was already in a bad mood in the company, and he had to suffer when he returned home. Song Yanting felt that he was living a useless life.

"What about tea, serve tea..."

Song Yanting yelled in dissatisfaction, and the servant at home came in with tea, and the husband's temper became worse and worse.

The weather was already hot, and Song Yanting, who had just returned, hadn't recovered yet.

Song Yanting, who picked up the tea and wine, was so hot that he almost smashed the cup in his hand!
"What are you going to do about Xu Zhenhui and Xu Qingchen?"

Song Yanting, who was named, froze. He looked at Song Yaoqing clearly. It seemed that she did not hide from the old man.

I just don't know how Song Yaoqing told the old man that he wanted to keep Xu Zhenhui's mother and son, regardless of other people's reactions.

Mr. Song naturally saw Song Yanting's reaction, and felt more and more that this son was really stupid. He was obviously his daughter, and he didn't understand anything. Yaoyao was his own daughter.

Looking more and more angry.

"Qingchen is my child, a descendant of the Song family. After the new year, he will be 16 years old. He is my son, and he should recognize his ancestors and return to his clan."

He doesn't want his child to be left outside, not to mention that Xu Qingchen is a son, he has always wanted a son so that he can inherit everything from the Song family, and when the time comes, the son will be his, and the family property will also be his.

"You want to recognize Xu Qingchen, I have no objection! You can choose an auspicious day in the near future. When the child recovers and is discharged from the hospital, you can prepare to recognize the ancestors. But Xu Zhenhui...I don't agree with her coming in."

Before Song Yanting could be happy, he was interrupted by Mr. Song's words.

Only recognize the child, not the mother of the child!

Song Yanting's face darkened slightly, and he asked, "Dad, what do you mean? Liang Wenping and I have already divorced. What's wrong with picking up the child's mother?"

"Our Song family has been suffering from negative news these days. If it wasn't for the suppression, you thought the Song family would be stable until now! Liang Wenping was your own choice back then, and your vision of choosing women is very problematic. Our Song family can no longer withstand other turmoil. There are many people out there coveting our Song family group, don't say you don't know. Xu Zhenhui, if you want to marry, it depends on whether she is qualified to be the mistress of the Song family."

Mr. Song glanced at Song Yanting upset, then looked away.

"Old Song, you choose the day."

Song Yaoqing, who had been sitting by the side, felt bored after watching for a while, so she found a reason to go out and continue to stay with Song Yanting, which would affect her IQ.

Seeing why, Mr. Song of course agreed.

……

"How are things going?"

After Qin Moshen came out of the meeting room, he didn't forget to ask Zhao Qi another matter.

After the meeting, the others seemed to be liberated. It was really scary to have a meeting with the president, and it was also a matter of bumping into the president's bad mood.

(End of this chapter)