CEO, Your Wife Is Back

Qiao Jiashu's expression was stiff and was clearly seen by song Xiwu following song qingran.

"Chengrui, take your little niece and show it to grandma." the man talking was about thirty years old and smiled at them very friendly.

Song qingran suddenly lowered her face and sent out bursts of cold air all over her. Her face was gloomy and terrible. "Who's your niece?"

He stared at the man and said word by word, staring at the latter so that he couldn't speak any more.

There was a dull thud. It was the sound of crutches leaning on the ground. Zhou Yumei, the ancestor of the Song family, looked grim. "How can he say that he is also your eldest brother!" his wrinkled face was dignified.

Song qingran snorted coldly and didn't give a face. "His last name is not song."

After saying that, regardless of the latter's face, song qingran pulled the villain's hand, "Xiwu. Call taipo."

Compared with other people's intonation and attitude, although it is still cold, it has eased too much.

Song Xiwu naturally didn't understand these disputes among adults. Song qingran asked her to do whatever she wanted. Hearing the speech, she skillfully called to Zhou Yumei, "good old woman ~"

The two generations of leaders of the Song family died early. When song qingran was young, Zhou Yumei supported the family business of the Song family. A girl has propped up such a big family business, which can be seen from her wrist. Therefore, although Zhou Yumei is old, her aura is still sufficient.

Children are sensitive and feel stronger than ordinary people, so they are a little timid in the face of the old ancestor, but the little girl is very smart and knows how to make use of her own advantages. Instead of showing a little timidity, she smiles brightly and sweeter.

Zhou Yumei nodded. There was neither joy nor dislike on Weiyi's face. She just said faintly, "it's a clever child."

She looked up at Song qingran. "Now that you have adopted her, she is the child of my song family. You need to teach her well and don't discredit the 100 year old ancestral career of the Song family."

This is a little heavy, but on the other hand, it also recognizes song Xiwu.

Song qingran still respects this old ancestor and should come down naturally.

After the new members know each other. Song qingran was called by Zhou Yumei to ask about the company's current situation.

Song Xiwu stayed downstairs to watch cartoons. Qiao Jiashu came up with a smile and waved to her, "good boy, do you know who I am?"

Song Xiwu shook his head.

Qiao Jiashu smiled more kindly, "I'm grandma, remember?"

Song Xiwu skillfully called her, "grandma."

"That's good. Let's go. Grandma will take it to get delicious food."

Qiao Jiashu led her back to the yard. When she came to a place where there was no one, she suddenly stopped and turned around. The smile on his face has changed.

"Let me have a good look." she pinched song Xiwu's chin, shook it left and right, and observed carefully, "tut tut Tut, it's really a beauty."

Song Xiwu blinked big eyes and didn't know why she suddenly changed her attitude.

Looking at her delicate eyebrows and eyes, Qiao Jiashu slipped a minute of jealousy in her eyes, stretched out her hand and pinched it, "these eyebrows and eyes are also born to hook people!"

The upper eyelid was pinched by her and became red in an instant. Song Xiwu was afraid, "grandma, what are you doing?"

Qiao Jiashu elongated her face and scolded her. "Who's your grandmother? My daughter-in-law hasn't yet. Where's the granddaughter?"

"Hum, a wild seed, even with the surname of the Song family." he pushed her. The little song Xiwu was almost pushed to the ground by this strength.

"Pain..." she touched her little shoulder, frightened and scared, and tears gathered in her eyes.

"I can really pretend to be poor, just like your mother. I'm born a bitch!" Qiao Jiashu scolded viciously. Her words are so vulgar that she looks like a rich lady.

Song Xiwu didn't understand what she said, but she also knew that she was scolding her and scolding her mother. She was angry immediately.

I don't know where the strength came from. She stood up and hit her.

Qiao Jiashu was wearing high heels. The collision made her step back and sprained her foot.

"How dare you push me? You little bitch!"

With a slap, Qiao Jiashu slapped her hard.

This slap was very cruel, and a slap print soon appeared on Song Xiwu's small face.

Tears swirled in her eyes, but song Xiwu stubbornly didn't let it fall down and stared at her.

"Dare you stare at me!?" it's strange that a child's eyes are so terrible. Qiao Jiashu's heart is bristled by her stare. "I want you to stare at me!" he said fiercely, reaching out and hitting her on the other side of the face.

"What is this doing?"

A cold voice came from the slant. Song qingran came to the front building and saw what his good mother was doing at a glance.

"Uncle..." Song Xiwu saw him burst into tears.

Song qingran's eyes locked the clear palm print on her left face. His eyes were cold. He swept his eyes and said, "you hit her?"

Even Qiao Jiashu, his mother, was afraid of those eyes.

Although his face was expressionless. But the coldness in that tone made people shiver unconsciously.

"Little, the child is not obedient. I'm just educating her." Qiao Jiashu should say.

First of all, I was afraid, but when I thought she was his mother, he could still eat himself. Besides, as an elder, children should fight if they were not obedient. What's wrong.

But she never thought

"What qualifications do you have to educate my children?" song qingran said clearly without any emotion.

Qiao Jiashu trembled at the bottom of her heart, "don't forget that I'm your mother!"

Song qingran was cold. Hum, her eyes were colder. "Sorry, I've forgotten."

Qiao Jiashu's eyes flashed a bit of resentment, and her face was going to be distorted, but she kept trying to maintain it, "don't you remember how your father was angry with you? You still adopted this wild seed?! do you want to make your father's soul in heaven uneasy?" for a long time. She said bitterly.

When it comes to her father, song qingran's eyes are deep, her thin lips are tight, and her breath drops suddenly. "Don't pretend in front of me. You're not the happiest thing when my father dies. As for whether his soul will be disturbed, I believe you know better than me."

The last half sentence. He meant something. Lengsu's eyes stared at her sharply, as if they could penetrate her heart.

Qiao Jiashu choked, his eyes twinkled, and his face was extremely ugly.

Before leaving, song qingran turned her head and said coldly, "if you dare to touch the child's hair again, it will annoy me... Don't blame me for taking it out on your precious son."

Without even having lunch at the old house, song qingran took song Xiwu and went straight back to the private villa.

In this short way, the palm print on Song Xiwu's face was swollen. It was enough to see how cruel the person who started it was. Aunt Yang quickly took the ointment.

The little girl sat on the sofa. The five blood marks suddenly appeared on her jade like face, which was very eye-catching.

Song qingran stood beside her with a cold face.

"Miss Xiwu is good. If you put this medicine on it, it won't hurt." aunt Yang coaxed softly.

The little girl did not speak, her face hung slightly and her mood was low.

"Give it to me." song qingran took the medicine in aunt Yang's hand.

Aunt Yang silently retreated to a distance and watched their husband squeeze the ointment into his hand. In contrast to his expression, his actions were incredibly gentle.

"Does it hurt?" he asked faintly, his eyes moving from the girl's cheeks to her eyebrows.

The little girl's eyes are red.

"Hmm?" I haven't heard her reply for a long time. Song qingran is rare to be impatient this time.

"Pain." the little girl gently spit out a word.

She raised her head. Her eyes, which had been washed because of crying, were like a king of spring water and a gem soaked in water. They were pure and perfect without any impurities.

Song qingran helped her wipe the medicine. When she heard the little low pain word, the movement between his fingers paused. He stared at her delicate eyebrows and eyes and gently stroked her with his fingers. "Uncle promised you that there would be no next time."

Aunt Yang is not only an old man in the old house, but also one of the people who watched him grow up. She dares to swear that she has never seen such a side of Mr. Yang. He has a bad relationship with his mother since childhood and is cold to everyone. The more he grows up, the more unfathomable the whole person becomes, as if no person or thing can arouse his superfluous emotions.