Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 503 Fake Tombstone (1)
The noon sun was warm, and Sheng Mingzhan nodded frequently, holding chopsticks in his hand, "Well, it's delicious."

Shu Yunge sat across from his younger brother, smiling happily, "Try this soup, I started cooking it last night."

The door of the office was pushed open, and the man who came in had a hurried expression, "Mr. Sheng!"

But when the man saw Shu Yunge there, he immediately shut up.

Seeing this, Shu Yunge stood up wisely, and said, "Shitou, my sister is going back first, and I will bring you food tomorrow."

"No need." Sheng Mingzhan got up to help her put on her coat, and said softly, "Sister, I can take care of myself."

"I have nothing to do anyway." Shu Yunge smiled warmly in his eyes.

Hearing her words, Sheng Mingzhan smiled and said, "Okay, as you like."

Although due to the Sheng family, Shu Yunge couldn't recognize her younger brother, but they had this sister-brother relationship with each other, which made her very happy, and she finally had an explanation to her parents and herself.

After a while, Shu Yunge took his things and left.Sheng Mingzhan sent her away and immediately returned to the office.He pulled out the swivel chair and sat down, his voice sank, "Speak."

The man opened the file folder he brought, and reported: "Mr. Sheng, according to the clues you gave me earlier, I have found out that this Haidong company used to belong to Fu Dongting. At that time, he had many companies under his name, and Haidong was one of them." One family, but it has been canceled a long time ago, and few people know about it."

Sheng Mingzhan's back was facing the sunlight outside the window, his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, it was difficult to distinguish the expression at this time.

The Song family villa on the hillside is surrounded by mountains and rivers.Mu Liang packed his suitcase and raised his head slightly, just in time to see the setting sun outside the window.The crimson color of Tumi dyes half of the sky.

The scenery outside was so beautiful, Mu Liang put down the things in his hand, pushed open the glass door of the floor-to-ceiling window, and walked directly to the railing.She was facing the setting sun in the distance, and the plain white sweater on her upper body was wrapped in that gorgeous color, smudged with beauty.

Song Qinghua stood outside the open door, staring fixedly at the woman standing on the balcony with her arms outstretched and her head up surrounded by the setting sun, her eyes slowly rippling.

Mu Liang was wearing a white sweater and jeans, and simply combed his long hair into a ponytail.At this time, she was just like Song Qinghua 30 years ago, and she was so innocent at that time.

Unfortunately, time is gone forever.No matter how beautiful the years are, they will eventually disappear in the years.

"Miss Mu."

Aunt Yan stood outside the door, Mu Liang recovered and listened to her: "Dinner is ready."

"Okay." Mu Liang nodded, quickly packed up the rest of the things, then turned and went downstairs.

Various dishes are neatly arranged on the round table in the restaurant.Song Aiyu pursed her lips and sat in the chair. When she saw Mu Liang approaching, she gave the servant a wink and hummed softly, "Give up your seat to the guest."

The maid pulled away a chair, Mu Liang smiled, and would not embarrass the servant.She gently pushed the chair in, then pulled away the chair opposite Song Aiyu and sat down.

Seeing her actions, Song Aiyu's face instantly sank.

"Ma'am." The servants whispered, Song Aiyu had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart.

"mom!"

Song Aiyu stood up, and sat beside her holding Song Qinghua's arm.

Song Qinghua glanced at the food, and said in a deep voice, "Let's serve."

There was suddenly one more person in the family, and everyone seemed a little unaccustomed to it.Mu Liang glanced at the food, then at Song Aiyu's smug face, and couldn't help laughing: "Why is it so spicy?"

"Both my mother and I love spicy food." Song Aiyu smiled as he served Song Qinghua with food, and answered calmly.

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows, and said with a normal expression: "I like to talk about some dishes."

"I don't like it!" Song Aiyu dropped the chopsticks with a 'slap'.

"Ai Yu!"

Song Qinghua frowned slightly, looked up at the servant, "Have you all heard?"

"Yes, ma'am." Aunt Yan replied.

Song Aiyu puffed her cheeks, and the anger in her heart rose again.It's really hateful, since she stepped into this house, her mother has let her go twice!

Mu Liang is not used to changing places to eat, let alone the Song family.But thinking about her purpose, Mu Liang could only bear it, especially since the food was not to her liking, so she quickly put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to leave.

During the dinner, she didn't say anything more.

"Mom, look at how rude she is." Song Aiyu stared at Mu Liang's back as he left the table, and said bitterly.

Raising his hand to put a piece of roast goose into her bowl, Song Qinghua said with a smile, "You like this, eat more."

Song Aiyu stared at the dishes in the bowl, caught a glimpse of Song Qinghua's indifferent expression, and closed her mouth sullenly.She bit her lip and poked the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks, completely losing her appetite.

After taking a shower, before drying his hair, Mu Liang heard the door slam shut.She pursed her lips, and a stern look flashed in the corner of her eyes.Song Aiyu, do you feel angry like this?

Picking up the remote control to turn on the TV, Mu Liang wiped his long hair with a dry towel and sat at the foot of the bed.This bedroom was lived by Song Rufeng during his lifetime, and the furniture is antique in style. It just so happens that Mu Liang likes such old objects, and he doesn't feel dull at all.

In this bedroom, you can feel the breath of grandpa everywhere.Mu Liang's frowning eased, she liked it very much, especially in this bedroom, she seemed to feel that her grandfather hadn't left, and was still by her side loving her.

"Grandpa—"

Mu Liang murmured, just when there was a knock on the door, "Please come in."

Aunt Yan opened the door and came in with a gentle expression, "Miss Mu, is there anything else you need?"

"It's nothing." Mu Liang put down the towel in his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you, Aunt Yan."

Hastily waved her hands, Aunt Yan caught a glimpse of Mu Liang pulling her long hair to one side, and couldn't help but sigh, "You and your wife looked alike when you were young!"

Hearing her words, Mu Liang's face darkened, "Have you been in the Song family for a long time?"

"It's been more than 40 years." Aunt Yan sighed and said, "I was in this family when my wife was young."

After a pause, she subconsciously glanced at Xiangnan's room, "Miss Aiyu has a bad temper, don't bother with her."

Mu Liang pursed his lips and smiled, but did not answer.

"Miss Mu, the items here are all the objects of the master during his lifetime. These years, the wife's has not been touched. If you can't find anything, just ask me." Aunt Yan is an old man in the Song family, and she has taken care of Song Qinghua since she was a child. .

Mu Liang thanked her, and her attitude towards people has always been very humble.

Although she had only seen Mu Liang for half a day, Aunt Yan liked her very much.Compared with Song Aiyu's, her character is completely different from day to day, anyone can see it.

"Actually, you are the young lady of this family, and you should live here." Aunt Yan put away the clothes that Mu Liang had changed, and planned to send them to the laundry room.

(End of this chapter)