Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Just like the first time he entered Qin's house, this night, Xiao Song officially came again with all kinds of toys and snacks.

Wei Ran, who was regarded as a coolie, was very depressed. It was obviously their family business surnamed Xiao and Nie, so why did he bring an outsider here?
The point is, he doesn't want to always be used as a coolie by others.

But the slander belongs to the slander, and the work has to be done as usual.

Dang Yaoyao kept saying to him, "Thank you, Uncle Fuqi."

At that moment, all the dissatisfaction in Wei Ran's heart was smoothed away.

Thinking that after leaving Zhulin Village, no one was chasing after him, and "Uncle Fufu" was calling him one after another, Wei Ran couldn't help being filled with reluctance.

He likes this little girl very much.

Fortunately she is Xiao Song's daughter, and fortunately Xiao Song's daughter is her.

Without leaving too much time for Wei Ran to be sentimental, Xiao Song gave him a wink calmly.

He quickly realized that he wanted him to send the two children away, and their families were going to negotiate on the paternity test report.

Adhering to the principle of doing what is best for the child, Yaoyao doesn't want to know these things for the time being.

Having been with Yaoyao for nearly a month, Wei Ran has already figured out her temper and preferences for this simple little girl.

The few autographed photos of Xiao Song prepared in advance easily lured her and her brother away.

For the appearance of Xiao Song and Nie Yan, Qin Huai was not happy in his heart, but because of his wife's presence, all his emotions were buried in his heart, and his face was as calm as usual.

Behind the Qin family's main room is a side hall, which is furnished with a mahogany sofa and a wall-mounted color TV.

Next to the color TV is a well-arranged photo wall, on which are the happy moments of the children's growth in the past year.

The most eye-catching one is the family portrait of a family of four.

Qin Huai led the two guests to sit down on the sofa, although he didn't know their purpose, he still warmly entertained them.

As soon as Xiao Song sat down on the sofa, he stared at the family portrait in a daze.

If you want to ask him how he is feeling at the moment, apart from being sad, he is still sad.

It doesn't matter if he didn't know it at first, but now he knows that Yaoyao is his daughter. Hearing her call him uncle and another man's father, the sad feeling is an emotion that he has never tried to figure out in his acting career.

Zhu Yan came in with a plate of sliced ​​fruits, met Xiao Song's gaze, and heard him ask cautiously, "Is there any wine at home?"

"Why, is it okay for a big star?" Nie Yan's tone was eccentric, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Song smiled awkwardly, shrugged his shoulders, and didn't answer.

God knows how nervous his son will be.

It was clearly his own daughter, yet he somehow had the illusion that he had robbed someone else's daughter.

Isn't that just grabbing?

He had worked so hard to bring up his daughter, and with a paternity test report, he wanted to deny his achievements over the years.

But he didn't even think about recognizing his daughter now.

have to.

This is even more excessive.

They have helped him raise his daughter for nothing for several years, and they still want to keep raising her for nothing.

In this world, there is probably no one who is more shameless than him.

When Xiao Song was thinking wildly, Zhu Yan came in with a jar of fruit wine and a few goblets.

"This is the bayberry wine I brewed myself. It's not as good as the high-end red wine in your city, but it still tastes good. Try it. If you like it, I'll bring you a few jars later."

Twice in succession, Xiao Song brought many gifts to the two children.

Last time I gave him a song, this time I gave him a jar of wine.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan had already filled a glass for Xiao Song and Nie Yan, and took advantage of the opportunity to pour another glass for Qin Huai.

She likes to make wine, but she doesn't like to drink.

When friends drink and chat, they always need someone to accompany them. Obviously, Qin Huai has become the most suitable candidate.

After pouring wine for a few people, Zhu Yan got up and sat down on the sofa beside her.

As soon as the body sat upright, a tall figure flashed past in front of his eyes, followed by another person on the armrest of the sofa.

Is this asserting his sovereignty to those two men?

That's right, their names are probably still on Qin Huai's blacklist.

Looking at such a naive man, Zhu Yan suddenly wanted to laugh, but she just pursed her lips, not wanting to refute his face in public.

The armrest of the sofa is not big, and a tall man sitting on it is really aggrieved, but Qin Huai has no intention of moving away.

He moved his body, trying to make himself sit more comfortably, with his long legs lightly crossed, his hands crossed his chest, as if he was the master of the house.

"I heard that your show has finished filming, are you leaving Zhulin Village soon?"

It was obviously a word of concern, but it fell into everyone's ears at this moment, and there was a kind of...

Feeling of schadenfreude.

How much he expected those people to leave.

The person involved, Xiao Song, didn't answer, he poured the jar of wine in front of him and drank it himself, and he had already drunk half of it.

Nie Yan saw that he was absent-minded, so he answered for him.

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow, these artists will leave first, and the other staff may return two days later."

"By the way, how long will it take for the part about the makeup competition filmed last time to be broadcast on TV?" Zhu Yan hurriedly interjected, asking her most concerned question.

Xiao Song finally sorted out his thoughts, put down the goblet in his hand, put the document bag he brought flat on his legs, and replied casually, "Looking at the post-production schedule of the show, it may be a month. It may also be three months. Don’t worry, the programs with me will definitely be broadcast normally, and no TV station will be stupid enough to cut it.”

According to Xiao Song's current reputation, no one would question what he said.

But when I listened to it, I felt something was wrong.

When did this man become such a stinky fart.

As soon as he saw the empty wine glass in front of him, all abnormal behaviors were blamed on the wine, so no one cared about what he said.

The worries in Zhu Yan's heart, as Nie Yan who advised her, naturally knew everything.

"You don't have to worry about it. How did you operate in the supermarket before? How do you operate in a new place? The broadcast of the program is just the icing on the cake. Without this bouquet of flowers, you can still do a good job."

Zhu Yan nodded in agreement.

Xiao Song doesn't care about Zhu Yan's business at all.

After a few glasses of fruit wine, with the catalyst of alcohol, he felt that he had nothing to fear and worry about.

He decisively opened the file bag, took out the files inside, and patted the coffee table lightly.

"Mr. Qin, Ms. Zhu, there is something I need to discuss with you."