Lord, the princess is beautiful and fierce

Chapter 769 He Is Not Her Son

Chapter 769 He Is Not Her Son

Shi Luo sympathizes with Song Wencai's experience, but it's just sympathy. It doesn't mean that what happened to Song Wencai is her fault. She hasn't done anything. If she says something wrong, Shi Luo thinks it's because of her beauty and beauty. .

She was not very happy. She had done her best when she visited Song Wencai last time. This is her private house, and this is Wei Congxi's territory. As far as the limit is concerned, as a married woman, she should keep a distance from these men, this is the respect for Wei Congxi.

Song Xiaoliu could see Shi Luo's displeasure, and Song Wencai also felt it. He stood where he was, and said dully: "I..."

But I didn't say a second word after a while.

Shi Luo said: "Master Song should go to the doctor for his situation. Next time, if there is anything to do, go directly to the son-in-law. It is really not appropriate to go to the palace."

Song Xiaoliu looked embarrassed, he nodded: "I understand, I'm bothering Your Highness the Princess."

After speaking, he took Song Wencai and was about to leave, but Song Wencai stood where he was and stared at Shi Luo.

Shi Luo turned around and went straight back to the room.

Wei Congxi was the only one left in the yard. Wei Congxi looked at Song Wencai and squinted her eyes: "Aunt Lian, prepare some tea. There is no reason not to entertain guests when they come."

"Yes."

After Aunt Lian left, Wei Congxi said, "Young Master Song, come and sit down."

Song Wencai was obviously very scared, and hid behind Song Xiaoliu.

"Consort..." As soon as Song Xiaoliu opened his mouth, Wei Congxi came over and stood beside Song Wencai. He was a little taller than Song Wencai, full of momentum.

Wei Congxi said: "Young Master Song, come and sit down?"

"No...no need..." Song Wencai stepped back after speaking.

Song Xiaoliu was afraid of what Wei Congxi would do, after all they didn't know much about this son-in-law, and now it seems that his temper is not very good.

"Since Mr. Song is unwilling, then I won't stay any longer." Wei Congxi said.

Song Xiaoliu ran away with Song Wencai.

Shi Luo came out of the house.Looking at Song Wencai's disappearing back, he said, "He seems to have recovered a lot."

Wei Congxi said, "You still have a lot of peach blossom debts."

Shi Luo was taken aback, then glanced at him: "You saw it with your own eyes. I didn't do anything. I'm just too beautiful. I can't do anything about it."

Wei Congxi has long been used to her self-flattering, so he nodded with dignity.

When Song Wencai returned to the carriage, his complexion sank. He looked at the words Jingtingyuan for a full stick of incense before calling someone to drive the carriage.

After walking for a while, he saw a familiar person at the gate next to Jingting Courtyard. He had naturally seen that person when he came back from Zhenyuan Town. His name was Wei Ren, and he was from Bai Xiuyuan.

Bai Xiuyuan used to live next door to Jingting Courtyard.

Song Wencai smiled, this is really getting more and more interesting.

Especially this Bai Xiuyuan, who survived such a serious injury.

I heard before that the eldest and second bedroom of the Bai family were kicked out when Bai Xiuyuan was in a coma, and Bai Xiuyuan's status as the head of the family was also deprived. A group of people from the Bai family.

I thought that Bai Xiuyuan came back to seize power, but unexpectedly, Bai Xiuyuan just ate his meal very calmly, without saying a word, let alone taking back his power.

Everyone said that Bai Xiuyuan was in poor health and gave up on his own, and the eldest house of the Bai family had already been separated, so there was no reason to go to the old house to point fingers.

But Song Wencai could see that Bai Xiuyuan just didn't want to play with those from the Bai family.

He is still the president of the South Vietnam Chamber of Commerce, and he has connections with the prince. The Bai family of Dazhou is also under his control, not to mention that he manages the business of the Bai family.

Maybe he wanted to sever the blood-sucking bugs in the Bai family long ago, but those idiots just gave him a chance.

"My lord, are we going back home?" Song Xiaoliu asked.

His voice was not high, and his attitude was extremely respectful. The young master seemed to be a different person after he got well. How could he still look the same as before?
Song Wencai nodded: "Of course I want to go home."

Since she doesn't eat this set, it doesn't make any sense to pretend anymore.

The carriage soon arrived at the Song Mansion, and the housekeeper had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw them coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Song Xiaoliu, how dare you take Eldest Young Master out without authorization?"

Before Song Xiaoliu could speak, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Song Wencai walked out, and smiled at the housekeeper, "Butler, don't make things difficult for Xiaoliu, I feel too bored and want to go out and have a look."

The butler was taken aback, looking at the young master who had returned to normal before him, surprised in his heart, but couldn't hide the smile on his face: "Master, how are you?"

Song Wencai nodded.

The steward said: "You must tell your wife and the prime minister as soon as possible."

The butler ran away happily, but Song Wencai's eyes were full of coldness. The master and wife may not wish him well, and I really can't wait to see the expressions on their faces.

The news of Song Wencai's recovery quickly spread throughout the Song residence, and Song Wenshu was the happiest.

"Brother, you're all right, you're finally all right."

Song Wenshu wept with joy.

Song Wencai nodded, probably the only one who cared about him the most in the entire Song Mansion was his younger sister.

But Prime Minister Song and Mrs. Song had complicated expressions. Mrs. Song was pregnant, her belly was already showing, and she was a little fatter. Now when she faced her eldest son with her big belly, she felt extremely complicated.

"I've met my father and my mother." Song Wencai saluted politely, with a gentle smile, nothing unusual.

Seeing his appearance, Prime Minister Song was indeed well, and was still happy in his heart: "That's good."

The family talked for a while, but they were no longer as close as before, and Prime Minister Song and his wife left.

Back in the room, Mrs. Song's complexion was not very good: "He is better now."

Prime Minister Song glanced at her sideways, with displeasure on his face: "What do you mean, he is our son, are you not happy when he is well?"

Mrs. Song said: "He is not my son."

Prime Minister Song frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."

Mrs. Song touched her stomach: "Anyway, he's not my son, I know."

When Prime Minister Song saw her mentioning that incident again, he couldn't help but feel unhappy. Not long after Mrs. Song gave birth to Song Wen, the house caught fire. After that fire, Mrs. Song said that the child was not her own. She only thought that she was thinking too much after giving birth, so she didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that after so many years, her obsession became deeper and deeper.
Mrs. Song: "Is it possible that I don't know my own son?"

Prime Minister Song didn't want to talk to her about this, so he told her to take good care of the baby and left.

Mrs. Song took a deep breath in her heart. For so many years, no one believed her words. Although this child was very similar to that one, and Mrs. Song only took a quick look after it was born, she recognized it. This is a mother Intuition, she knew that her son had been replaced.

No one in the entire Song Manor believed her, and she had doubted over the years whether she was thinking too much, but since he appeared this time, Mrs. Song felt more and more strongly that he was not her son, and he He has no affection for her, and she feels very uncomfortable when his eyes are on her.

When Song Wencai laughed, Mrs. Song felt goosebumps all over her body.

Mrs. Song sighed, and gently stroked her abdomen with her fingers.

(End of this chapter)