The president's pet daughter

Song Mei knew very well that her eldest brother had already made a real move.

If she is willing to leave the Song family obediently at this time, then next time, she can come here as the Song family.

If not, then she would not even be recognized by the Song family.

Wasn't it because her natal family was the Song family that she was able to marry into the Wang family for so many years?

If the Song family doesn't recognize her identity, wouldn't she be doomed for the rest of her life?

Just thinking about it, Song Mei felt a little shuddering.

After all, she didn't say another word, and was helped away by the servant, crying.

Although Wang Xueqin and Wang Hanlin really wanted to speak for Song Mei, but compared to Song Mingzhe, Song Jianguo was absolutely crushing them.

Song Jianguo looked at Song Mei's leaving back, looking unusually calm.

"Thank you for remembering me as the master, and you are willing to wait for me to move your chopsticks."

Song Jianguo pondered for a while, then smiled slightly.

Perhaps people with low morals will understand Song Jianguo's words to mean that everyone is waiting for him, so Song Jianguo is very moved.

But the people sitting at this dinner table are all good people, how could they fail to understand what Song Jianguo said.

He reminded everyone once again that he is the master of the Song family, and no one can covet his position.

These words almost missed the passing of the second uncle Song Dahai just now.

The second uncle, Song Dahai, was fearless in the face of danger, as if nothing had happened, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his wine glass towards Song Jianguo.

"It seems that brother is in a good mood, indeed, after all, Mingzhe brought his girlfriend back for dinner today, if all goes well, maybe we will have a wedding in a few days, we should raise a glass to celebrate."

One second before Ling Zhaozhao was lamenting how his second uncle, Song Dahai, had suffered so much, but the next second he heard that he was being cueed.

As soon as Second Uncle Song Dahai's words came out, the whole restaurant fell into deathly silence.

It is well known that Song Jianguo has extremely high demands on Song Mingzhe's future spouse.

It can be said that it is impossible for a woman like Ling Zhaozhao from a small family to pass Song Jianguo's test.

Song Jianguo touched the handle of the chair without speaking.

Song Jianguo's silence undoubtedly confirmed other people's guesses.

Song Jianguo was dissatisfied with Ling Zhaozhao.

The fourth aunt's son, Wang Hanlin, was already a little upset because of what happened just now. If Song Mingzhe hadn't said that, his mother wouldn't have left the Song family in such an embarrassing way.

Song Mingzhe naturally didn't dare to provoke him, but Ling Zhaozhao was different.

Song Jianguo was dissatisfied with Ling Zhaozhao, so if he launched an attack at will, no one would dare to say anything.

After all, Song Jianguo is the only rule here.

"Whether the cousin's wedding can be discussed is another matter. After all, a woman who is a cousin must be perfect in everything."

Wang Hanlin hooked his lips, and his eyes moved to Ling Zhaozhao.

"This one, no matter how you look at it, is not qualified..."

He deliberately prolongs the ending sound, which makes people sound extra meaningful.

Everyone could hear the strong disdain for Ling Zhaozhao in his words.

Song Mingzhe's eyes darkened, and he was about to speak, but was stopped by his second aunt Song Qingqing with her eyes.

To silence these people, a bystander must speak.

Otherwise, no matter what Song Mingzhe said, they would not take it to heart.

"Second brother's words today are too much."

The second aunt, Song Qingqing, smiled contemptuously, rubbed the goblet in her hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It seems that Simei didn't teach you the rules very well, but she can say such things at the dinner table. It seems that you have to reflect on it at home."

As soon as Second Aunt Song Qingqing finished speaking, Song Jianguo gave her a look of approval.

"Second sister has become more and more calm in doing things."

Song Jianguo glanced at Wang Hanlin and spoke lightly.

"You reflect on this matter at home and I will discuss it with your father."

Wang Hanlin thought that no one would care about what his second aunt said, but he didn't expect Song Jianguo to agree directly.

And that tone, there is no way to discuss it with his father.

It's clearly a notice.

Song Jianguo's eyes swept over Song Dahai slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into an inexplicable arc.

"The doctor told me that I can't drink alcohol recently, this glass of wine should be toasted by Zhao Zhao for me."

Everyone's eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao's body one after another, and their expressions became brilliant in an instant.

What is the concept of toasting instead of Song Jianguo?

Isn't this a proper and indirect way to become Song Jianguo's spokesperson? !

Once Song Jianguo was seated, he was naturally able to move his chopsticks, so Ling Zhaozhao was enjoying the food, and Song Mingzhe was secretly feeding Ling Zhaozhao.

She couldn't even understand why everyone didn't eat, so where did they have to talk?

So when Song Jianguo called her name, she almost choked.

Although she poured a glass of wine, she was able to drink the glass of wine in hand.

Because Song Mingzhe had had someone secretly switch to grape juice before.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see any flaws.

It's just nice, why make her toast?

The second aunt, Song Qingqing, came to her senses quickly, raised her wine glass quickly, and respected Ling Zhaozhao from afar.

"Today is indeed a good day and should be celebrated."

Song Mingzhe understood Song Jianguo's intentions, lowered his eyes slightly, and suppressed the expression in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curved.

Even Shen Qiyu, who was sitting next to Ling Zhaozhao, reacted and tugged Ling Zhaozhao's sleeve quietly.

It's just that the faces of other people are very ugly.

Song Jianguo's move undoubtedly indirectly acknowledged Ling Zhaozhao's identity as the future mistress of the Song family.

Not only did he intimately call Ling Zhaozhao by name, but he also asked Ling Zhaozhao to toast everyone on his behalf.

There is no dissatisfaction with this, the inside and outside of these words almost gave Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe a marriage certificate on the spot.

Ling Zhaozhao's mind was in a mess, and when she raised her wine glass to toast everyone one by one, and saw the ugly expressions of those people, she reacted instantly.

She seemed to be recognized by Song Jianguo? !

Could it be that Song Jianguo was Yu's memory and didn't recognize her at all, that's why he nodded in agreement with her so lightly?

"This dead old man finally got a little better."

Shen Qiyu smiled rarely because of Song Jianguo's actions.

Shen Qiyu's smile almost didn't shake Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

Sure enough, the big beauty looks good when she smiles!

But Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Jianguo who was sitting next to Shen Qiyu, and couldn't help touching his nose.

To be honest, Shen Qiyu said that sentence a little too loudly, and she strongly doubted that Song Jianguo had heard it.

But seeing Song Jianguo's calm face, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling in his heart once again that the members of the Song family were all ninjas.