Chapter 218: : 秘家秘传

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There is silence in the Song family house.
On the sofa in the living room of the mansion, Song Yunqiang’s face was almost ugly: "I thought she would die there."
Zhao Yang, who was invited to come, is also complicated.
Zhao Yang helped the glasses on the nose to sigh and sighed: "I am also old. I can't see that this little girl has such a good age."
Zhou Jian also echoed: "The little girl is a bit tolerant. The key is that there are Chus around her. If there is no Chu Shao from the side to help him, where can she come back to live in Hong Kong."
Zhao Yang nodded and his face was heavy: "I am afraid, Yunqiang, your sister is coming back."
Song Yunqiang’s face was iron and blue. When it comes to this, he naturally knows that he can’t let his sister come back.
Zhao Yangsheng was afraid that he could not understand the strong relationship. He coughed a little and reminded: "Since she can come back to Hong Kong, there is a bit of a wrist. If it is Yunqiang, you can't leave her in Hong Kong. This Song Home... I’m afraid it’s going to be overwhelmed by her.

It is inevitable that the sky is overturned. I am afraid that there will be only people on the side of Song Yunqiang.
Zhao Yang Zhou Jian's early team battle to the Song Yunqiang side, and now naturally it is necessary to do their best to help Song Yunqiang.
Song Yunqiang was angry in his heart and could not make it out.
"Huo's family was originally hostile to Yunxiao. Unfortunately, Huo's family was too bad to do things, and now they started to fight. Now Huo's family is already in power, and Huo Wei is helping the cloud." Zhou Jianyi said today. The situation, "And, from the perspective of the Xiao brothers being rushed abroad, Xiao Jia will not intervene to stop Yunxiao from returning to Yuncheng. The rest of the Lujia can't help anything."
Zhao Yang looked at him and seemed to want to say something.
But after seeing Zhou Jianchong, he made a look, then closed his mouth and said nothing.
Song Yunqiang frowned: "The two uncles must help me think about it. If Yunxiao is back, it will make Song's uncomfortable, and the two uncles have to worry about it."
As soon as this was said, Zhao Yang’s expression on Zhou Jian’s face was coagulated at the same time.
Song Yunqiang naturally did not make a mistake. If Song Yunqi came back to clean up Song Yunqiang, his Zhao Yang Zhou Jian was a grasshopper with Song Yunqiang wearing on a rope. The unfortunate thing naturally could not run.
Zhao Yang Zhou Jiandu thought of this relationship at the same time, but there is no good way.
The atmosphere in the living room was a few cold because of the silence of several people.
Just in the condensed atmosphere, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.
Song Yunqiang turned his head and looked a little annoyed: "Wang Ma answered the phone."
"Yes."
The mother waiting in the kitchen heard Song Yunqiang call her, immediately walked out of the kitchen, looked at the three people sitting, walked to the landline, and connected the wireless phone.
"Hey, hello, here is the Song family. Who are you looking for?"
On the other side of the phone is the voice of a young man, but the words of the exit are accompanied by a faint chill: "Song Yunqiang."
These three words spit out, just like the ice of a frozen person.
Wang Ma stunned.
Over there, Song Yunqiang saw that she was not talking, and couldn’t help but ask: "Who is this?"
Wang Ma turned around: "The young master, looking for you."
Song Yunqiang is impatient: "Who am I asking?"
"I didn't say that..."
The Song family received so many calls every day. Most of them were self-reported when they were asked. This time they didn’t say who they were, and they were awkward.
Song Yunqiang thought about it and told Wang Ma to take the call.
Wang Ma handed over the phone.
Song Yunqiang’s voice is cold:
Which are you?

"Xiao Jia."
When these two words were spoken, Song Yunqiang immediately stopped.
Xiao Jia.
"Port City?" He later realized that it was unbelievable.
There is a voice over there: "Yes, Gangcheng Xiaojia."
As soon as this statement came out, Song Yunqiang had a bit of a worry, and his eyes could not help but look at Zhao Yang and Zhou Jian.
Zhao Yang Zhou Jian is an old fox. If you look at Song Yunqiang’s eyes, you know that it’s not easy to call this person.
Zhou Jian looked at Wang Ma, who was waiting next to him: "Give me a cup of tea."
"Okay." Wang Ma took the hot tea and went into the kitchen.
Wang Wang was taken away, and Zhao Yang Zhou Jiancai stared at Song Yunqiang to answer the phone.
Song Yunqiang raised his hand and grabbed the microphone, and whispered a sentence: "Xiao Jia."
Zhao Yang immediately realized what was the same, his eyes brightened.
Zhou Jian is telling him to stabilize, and listen to what the person on the phone is saying.
Song Yunqiang said: "Excuse me, what are you looking for?"
"Just to inform you, Miss Yunxiao may have to live in Xiao's parents for a while, I hope you can rest assured."
A very polite sentence, like a child from another family staying in their own home, calling her parents is as simple as usual.
However, this kind of thing is placed in a special business family like the Song family and the Xiao family, but it contains a lot of information that can't be put on the table.
Xiao Jia wants to keep the cloud and live in Xiao’s parents for a while?
How long is this long stay?
It's hard to say, it's not easy to ask.
However, Song Yunqiang thinks this is a good news.
Xiao Jia is willing to keep Song Yunxiao in the port city?
Well, he can't wait for her to stay in Hong Kong forever, never to come back! ! !
Almost can't wait, Song Yunqiang responded: "Okay, good."
This answer made Zhao Yang Zhou Jian, who was present, somewhat unhappy. The mall had been crawling for so many years, and everyone was paying attention to a mood.
Clouds are not the kind of people.
What kind of expressions do people put on their faces, and how can they become big in the future?
The two looked at each other, and Song Yunqiang’s phone was also hung up after a few words.
"The phone call from the Xiaocheng of the Gangcheng City said that it is necessary to stay in the cloud and live in Xiao’s parents. It is really a life-saving."
Song Yunqiang looked happy.
Zhao Yang Zhou Jian nodded, Zhou Jianxian said: "Since it is the phone call from Xiao, then we can't worry about it later."
Zhao Yang also has some gloating: "I hope that this child is not offended by the Xiao family's talents."
This is what I said, but I can’t wait for Song Yun to die there.
Song Yunqiang was anxious because Song Yunqi was coming back. Today, with Xiao’s phone call, it seems to have taken a reassurance, and the whole person has calmed down a lot.
Zhao Yang Zhou Jian was a year old, and they all got up and left, and then left the Song family.
Only after the two men’s car went out from the Song family gate, Zhao Yang changed his car and sat in Zhou Jian’s car. Both of them stayed in Song’s for decades.
Song Yan is already dead, and his children look like two people in their hearts.
Zhou Jian’s appreciation of Song Yun’s visit to Hong Kong City was somewhat appreciated:
I can’t think of this little daughter of the Song family. It’s so small at a young age.

"No, I can offend the Huo family in Hong Kong and still come back alive. Counting is really not much."
"The Xiao family this time?" Zhou Jian turned to look at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang disdainfully snorted: "No matter what it is, Xiao’s staying with her for a long time is a big problem. Maybe it will not be possible to stay back for a lifetime."
Zhou Jian sighed and looked out the window: "That would only make Miss Song ask for more happiness."
The night is dark, and the distant vehicles are gradually annihilated in the darkness.
Cloud City still looks calm.
Before Song Yunqi left, he deliberately went to the home of Tianzangfang.
The lady of the family set up a high platform from the backyard of the antique old house.
The table is modeled after the structure of the ancient stage, and the painting on the beam is vivid.
She wore a neon feather coat, her face was not applied, and she held a white feather folding fan in her hand.
The Governor has a nine-pointed city, and far away, people feel that there is a kind of cold and lonely appearance.
Song Yunxiao stood under the stage to watch her singing.
At the beginning of the night light, the snow drifted down.
The eyelashes are covered with crystal snowflakes.
The Miss Yanjia over there sang a period of drunkenness and took a look at her: "Miss Song."
"Mr. Yu is very good at singing in Beijing."
Ms. Yan’s soft lips raised:
I heard that my grandfather’s family was a late Qing noble.

"Miss Yan is not a Gangcheng?"
Yan Baoer will fold the fan and walk out from the side of the stage: "I lived with my mother before I was six years old, and my mother came to my home after I died."
There is a secret biography of the family, which has been rumored in the port city.
No one has said anything in recent years, but Gu Changge knows clearly about this secret.
In front of the girl, she was born very beautiful, but her mother was a woman who was not a good woman. She worked in a nightclub for her family.
At the age of six, Miss Yan’s mother died from the nightclub.
Her product after the failure of contraception only knew that her father was the head of the family, and was crying and picked up from the mother's body for the first time.
After the father took her back, she died two years later. The young uncle who studied abroad came back to work and took on the responsibility of raising her.
The peculiar thing is that when she was sixteen, his uncle made three paternity tests for him.
Every time, she proved that she had no blood relationship with her family.
However, when Gu Changge was listening to Shao Tianze about this incident, he did not even think about it and replied: "Miss Yan Jia will not marry in this life."
Everything she said was correct.
After the identification of the three paternity testimonies by Miss Yan Jia was passed down by the gossip, she closed her door at the house and refused to go out all the year round.
As for these years, why did Miss Jia became the head of the family, and why did she suppress the incident and personally knew nothing about it.
Gu Changge is faintly able to guess the reason.
Uncle wants to drive the niece out of the door, but unfortunately was designed by the niece.
"I heard that Miss Ziao has done three paternity tests."
When the treasurer stunned, he paused and suddenly burst into laughter: "Where did you hear the rumors?"
"The imitation of Tianzangfang is always difficult to distinguish, and I just need such help."
Yan Baoer's folding fan is in his hand: "This stuff was created, but the wealth of life is rich, not ruining you, or ruining him."
Song Yunxiao nodded: "I know."
"Then you still come to me?" Bao Baoer raised an eyebrow.
Song Yunxiao smiled: "Miss Yan is a successful example."
Hearing the words, Tibetan treasures smiled happily.