Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 555 The lying child (1)
"Yes." Song Qiyan was so straightforward.

Su Hengfeng immediately sneered: "Mom, even your younger sister can be your granddaughter!"

"You are wrong. Didn't your mother's granddaughter die in Sanya?"

"Song Qiyan!" Su Heng raised his voice vainly.

Song Qiyan glanced at him coldly: "It seems that you have completely inherited your mother's quick-talking temperament."

Su Hengfeng: "..." His face was also flushed because of this ironic sentence.

"I'm dead, I'm dead!" Song Ranqin started to cry again, almost rolling on the ground.

"Mom, why did you go so early! Take a look in the sky, look, who are these people! Why is my life so hard, my husband is gone, my grandson is gone, and now I have an extra sister, Mother!"

Jin Ziqi looked at the rambunctious Song Ranqin from the side, and felt a little sympathetic to her. If he were himself, he probably wouldn't be able to accept a girl popping out suddenly when he was in his fifties.

Ming Chenghuan was frightened by Song Ranqin's insane appearance, and he was about to cry with his mouth puckered.

Song Qiyan spoke slowly: "This family really does not keep outsiders."

The person who was crying all of a sudden fell silent.

Song Qiyan repeated it again, with a louder voice: "This family really does not keep outsiders."

Ming Chenghuan in Han Minzheng's arms opened his eyes wide at this tall but smiling "uncle".

Su Hengfeng understood what Song Qiyan meant, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he sneered for a while.

"Sure enough, those with power speak with confidence!"

Song Qiyan nodded in agreement: "Thanks to having a good father who left all his property to me."

"What?" Song Ranqin was dumbfounded, "What about my name? What about my share!"

Song Qiyan pretended to be harmless and smiled: "I'm afraid I have to ask my father about this."

Song Ranqin wailed twice, rolled her eyelids, and really passed out this time.

"mom!"

Su Hengfeng caught Song Ranqin in time, but was still swayed by the pressure.

"Song Qiyan, don't go too far!"

Song Qiyan's smile faded, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "It seems that you are still not sober. My surname here is Lan. I am not Song Zhiren. I don't have so much kindness. I used my grandfather's money to support some insignificant outsiders."

Su Hengfeng's face turned blue and red, if he hadn't hugged Song Ranqin, he would have rushed over to beat him up.

"What? Do you want me to explain more clearly?"

Su Hengfeng gritted his teeth, dragged Song Ranqin, turned around and strode away!

The huge hall seemed tense because of this confrontational conversation.

Song Qiyan turned around, with a smile on his face again, as if the cold and strong man just now was just an illusion.

He squatted halfway beside Ming Chenghuan. At this time, Ming Chenghuan was already showing a sense of contentment, and he didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of Song Qiyan anymore. He grabbed Han Minzheng's clothes with both hands, and almost burst into tears.

Song Qiyan put his hand on top of her head, and he could still feel the child's trembling under his palm.

Jin Ziqi on the side stepped forward and gave him a slight push: "Don't scare the child!"

Song Qiyan sneered slightly: "I just want to ask Cheng Huan if he's hungry, if he wants to stay and have dinner together."

Before Jin Ziqi could answer, Ming Chenghuan's head was already shaking like a rattle, fear pouring out of his eyes.

Obviously, the scene of the dispute just now left a little shadow in the child's heart.

In her eyes, this "uncle" who touched her head was more fierce and terrifying than her father.

"Are you sure?" Song Qiyan looked at Ming Chenghuan with half-bent eyes, and his tone was extraordinarily kind.

"No, no, I want to go home, don't stay here!"

Ming Chenghuan circled Han Minzheng's neck, afraid that Han Minzheng would push himself to this terrible man.

Song Qiyan sighed regretfully: "It seems that there is no other way." He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and embraced Jin Ziqi, "Min Zheng, since Cheng Huan wants to go home, you can send her back."

"Okay." Han Minzheng picked up Ming Chenghuan and walked out.

Song Qiyan called him when he was about to walk out the door.

"Master, what else can I order?"

"Before going abroad, let their mother and daughter meet."

Han Minzheng's eyes flashed, he nodded and won: "I will make arrangements, Cheng Huan, and thank you to the young master."

Ming Chenghuan was confused, but he still said obediently: "Thank you."

Seeing one big and one small disappearing at the door, Jin Ziqi looked at Song Qiyan: "Your heart has softened."

"Only this time, the next time is not an example."

After all, she is a child, so how can she use the same means as an adult to deal with her?
After all, I am a little bit ruthless...

Once the news of Song Zhiren's death was released, the entire business community and media public opinion in S City was in an uproar.

Immediately afterwards, the disclosure by insiders of the police made Song Zhiren's death even more gossipy.

A once influential figure in the business world of S City and even the whole country died at the hands of his mistress.

This is simply a shame.

After the murder case came to an end, Song Zhiren's funeral was arranged wantonly. Except for the [-] employees of Song's head office, all the companies under his name sent representatives to mourn.

The scene of the solemn and solemn mourning meeting, at a glance, is full of gray tones of black and white.

A black-and-white photo of Song Zhiren was framed in a black frame and placed directly above it. Song Zhiren in the photo looked energetic and not young, but his sharp eyes reflected his life's achievements.

Even though he is stepping up step by step on the Lan family, it is undeniable that he does have a talent for business. Otherwise, the former Lan family would not be able to become a leading large company 30 years later.

The mourning meeting was held by Song Qiyan, and Jin Ziqi went to Nandu Garden to pick up Jin XX early in the morning.

As soon as the kid saw Jin Ziqi, he dropped the toy and rushed over, but he didn't dare to touch the big belly, so he carefully hugged Jin Ziqi's leg and hummed: "Qiqi, I miss you so much!"

Jin Moumou didn't know that Song Zhiren had passed away, but Su Ningxue had changed her body into a black winter outfit and stepped on a pair of leather round-toed shoes. Perhaps to match this attire, she deliberately pursed her mouth and pretended to be a young adult.

Jin Ziqi patted his son's head affectionately, while the little guy blinked his big eyes and looked at her curiously.

After Su Ningxue and Qiao Nan got ready, the group went to the funeral home to mourn.

Looking at the dark crowd at the memorial service, Jin Moumou, who was delighted to wear new clothes, vaguely sensed something was wrong, and pulled the corner of Jin Ziqi's clothes: "Qiqi, why are we here?"

The bigger Jin Ziqi's stomach is, the harder it is to do squats.

(End of this chapter)