Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Song He was in a terrible manner, and the sweetheart he had been looking forward to for a few days was right in front of him at this moment.

His mother actually wants Lan Xiao to go?

Does this really want his life?

Had it not been for his second sister to block Lan Xiao for a while, he couldn't imagine the consequences of that slap on Lan Xiao's face.

Once he thought of this possibility, he was furious.

The anger in Song Hefeng's heart rushed upwards.

He pulled Lan Xiao tightly, not letting her go.

Then, he raised his finger to Mrs. Song.

"Mom, how can you be like this? Lan Xiao is my classmate. I asked my second sister to help her and asked her to come over. Why are you so rude and rude to her? Well, if you want her to go, then I too Go, this home, I really don't want to stay any longer."

Madam Song opened her eyes wide and looked at her son in disbelief.

Immediately I realized that if she didn't obey her son's will, this kid would have to fight her thoroughly.

In the past few days, he didn't eat or drink, and didn't go to school, but she was very sad.

Now that he can get out of bed and say he wants to eat, this change is enough to make her dumbfounded.

She couldn't help but took another look at Lan Xiao.

When she saw his son pulling the girl's arm tightly, a dark light flashed across her eyes.

"Son, you...you...what are you talking about. Is this girl really your classmate?"

Song Hefeng was a little impatient, he frowned and looked at Mrs. Song.

"Mom, are you annoying, let me get something to eat quickly, I have something to say to my classmates."

After saying this, he didn't look at other people again, and pulled Lan Xiao into the room.

With a bang, shut the door completely.

Madam Song was standing at the door, her face pale with anger.

But she didn't dare to continue questioning, lest she provoke this little ancestor.

She glanced at Song Qiaoqiao and snorted coldly: "Why didn't you say earlier that Hefeng invited her to come? Hefeng blamed me for this..."

A hint of grievance flashed in Song Qiaoqiao's eyes. She bit her lip and replied: "Mother, I just said it."

Mrs. Song glared at her: "I didn't hear. Okay, you watch here, don't go anywhere, and listen to Hefeng's instructions at any time."

Song Qiaoqiao nodded, lowering his eyes.

Mrs. Song curled her lips and smiled, looking at Jiang Qingyun with a gentle expression.

"Qingyun, you and me, let's go and prepare food for Hefeng. I remember you can make snacks, right?"

Jiang Qingyun glanced hesitantly at Song Hefeng's room, she smiled absently and nodded at Madam Song.

"Well, I can make snacks."

"Well, then let's prepare." Madam Song immediately pulled Jiang Qingyun away from here.

Madam Song naturally saw Jiang Qingyun's absent-mindedness. She had come from a young age. How could she not understand Jiang Qingyun's mood at this moment?

She approached Jiang Qingyun for a few minutes and murmured relief.

"Okay, don't think too much, this girl is just a classmate of the gentle style. Don't worry, we Song family, not any other girl can marry in. Anyway, the best daughter-in-law in my mind, I look down on no one except you. You, just put your heart in your stomach."

When Jiang Qingyun heard this, a glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.

She curled her lips and smiled happily, but still asked tentatively.

"Auntie, if he...he likes a girl, what about her? If in the end, he will have trouble with the Song family for that girl? You will always object to it, no Is it easy to compromise?"

Madam Song's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips and smiled gently.

She didn't answer this question directly, but moved away from a topic.

Just kidding, if her son does meet a girl he likes very much, she can't bear to look at his son for nothing.

Although the family is very important, it is not as important as her son.

With regard to her son's stinky temper, if he doesn't follow his will, maybe something ridiculous will happen.

And, most importantly, she was afraid that her opposition would hurt their mother-child relationship.

Therefore, Mrs. Song was already mentally prepared.

If her son really likes a girl, and he likes it to the point where she must be, she will also fulfill his son's wish, so that he can get what he wants and be beautiful.

Although inheriting the family is very important, marrying the right person will increase her status in the Song family.

But all of this, in her eyes, is not as important as her son's happy marriage.

She didn't want his son, and regretted that she could not be with the person she liked.

Relatively speaking, Mrs. Song is a very enlightened woman.

Her thoughts, unlike those other noble ladies, only think about the right person, only about the background, even if her son likes it, she has to obstruct it in every way.

In her mind, nothing is as important as her son.

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Song Hefeng pulled Lan Xiao into the room, and the next second he closed the door, he immediately released Lan Xiao's hand.

His face was reddened with a hint of shyness, and he glanced at Lan Xiao secretly.

"That Lan Xiao was a little offended just now, I hope you don't get angry. My mother, she has such a temper, don't be familiar with her."

Lan Xiao looked at the red-faced big boy in front of her, she couldn't help feeling a little cute.

She pursed her lips and smiled at him.

"It's okay, that slap didn't hit me in the face, after all, it was you who suffered."

Song Hefeng was very nervous, he chuckled, and quickly pointed to the sofa next to him, and asked Lan Xiao to sit down.

Lan Xiao glanced at the direction of the door: "Master Song, please come in too. I have a boyfriend after all, and it is really easy to cause misunderstandings if I live alone in the same room."

Song He Fengzhuo's bright eyes suddenly became dimmed.

The corners of his mouth turned stiff gradually.

"Oh, good, then I will let my second sister in."

As he spoke, he hurriedly approached the door and opened it.

Song Qiaoqiao did not leave. Seeing Song Hefeng opened the door, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Come in and sit down," Song Hefeng said.

Song Qiaoqiao walked into the room and glanced at Song Hefeng, who was a little sad.

Song Hefeng walked up to Lan Xiao again, and asked in a nervous voice: "What do you like to drink? Is it juice or yogurt?"

Lan Xiao smiled faintly and replied: "Juice, thank you."

Song Hefeng hurriedly waved his hand. Hearing her thank you, his heart ached.

He pulled the corners of his lips, opened the refrigerator and took more than one bottle of juice.

He hugged him and moved all the juices to the coffee table in front of Lan Xiao.

"I don't know which kind of juice you like to drink, you can choose one by yourself... Or, you can drink every bite."