The president's pet daughter

When Song Mingzhe saw the message from Ling Zhaozhao, he was silent for a moment, and then put the phone back into his pocket.

Song Jianguo sat on the sofa with a sad expression on his face.

He just came back from Wang's house, and when he saw Song Mei lying unconscious on the bed, he felt very sad.

It was Wang Qifu who personally sent him back to the Song family.

"President Song, I will take good care of Meimei. No matter how much money or time it takes, I'm willing."

Wang Qifu poured a cup of hot tea for Song Jianguo with a very sincere face.

He has always called Song Jianguo Mr. Song, instead of calling him uncle because of his relatives.

It seemed that Wang Qifu was very measured and never dared to overstep, but Song Mingzhe, who was sitting by the side, understood.

From the very beginning, Wang Qifu did not regard the Song family as a family, but ambitiously regarded it as a class that could surpass and conquer.

Song Mingzhe put his fingers intertwined on his knees, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc.

"It's a little too funny for my uncle to say that."

"Where were you when the fourth aunt fell ill? You came back in a hurry when the fourth aunt was in a stable condition. Isn't it too late?"

Song Mingzhe spoke calmly, not even bothering to give Wang Qifu a look.

The smile on Wang Qifu's face froze.

Song Jianguo also understood the meaning of Song Mingzhe's words. Although he didn't speak, his expression became a little colder.

To be honest, he has always been dissatisfied with his brother-in-law, but Song Mei likes it, and there is nothing he can do about it.

In this matter, Wang Qifu's approach was indeed wrong. It would be too light and easy to stay out of the matter with a frivolous word.

What is more important than your own family?

Seeing the cold expression on Song Jianguo's face, Wang Qifu groaned inwardly, and quickly expressed his attitude.

"This matter is indeed my fault. I shouldn't postpone my return to China because of those two gold mines."

Wang Qifu's expression was a little sad.

"I was thinking that Meimei said that I would make her a unique gold ring in the world. If I can bring the ring back, maybe she will be cured when she is happy. I didn't expect this disease to be so difficult."

Song Mei's condition was indeed a bit complicated. The doctor said that Song Mei did not have the will to survive, so she did not wake up for a long time.

What exactly did Song Mei go through that made Song Mei lose her will to survive?

Song Mingzhe felt that this was a question worth pondering.

When Song Jianguo heard Wang Qifu's explanation and thought of his poor sister, his heart suddenly softened.

"As long as you live a good life with Xiaomei in the future."

Song Jianguo's sharp eyes swept towards Wang Qifu, which made Wang Qifu's heart tremble unavoidably.

He knew that the Song family's father and son had always been sensitive, so he acted cautiously. At that moment, Song Jianguo seemed to see through everything.

"I will, I will take good care of them."

"I heard that the Wang family lost a sum of money recently. Uncle shouldn't be overwhelmed by the money. He won't be able to take care of the fourth aunt then."

Song Mingzhe spoke pointedly.

What he meant was very clear, he was pointing at Wang Qifu.

The money lost by the Wang family is undoubtedly a blow to the mountain. The reason why he did this is to let the ignorant people of the Wang family stop.

Surprised, Wang Qifu took a sip of tea, and spoke in thought.

"Hanlin is young, so it's inevitable that he can't understand the investment in the business field. If he loses money, he can't help it. Let him pay his tuition."

What Wang Qifu said was seamless, at least Song Jianguo couldn't hear anything strange.

Wang Qifu exchanged a few more pleasantries, trying to establish a humble character in front of Song Jianguo and Song Mingzhe.

Song Jianguo had always disliked Wang Qifu, and he only treated him superficially. When he had nothing to say, he found an excuse to dismiss him.

Wang Qifu also got up and left after seeing the deal.

When he walked out of the gate of the Song family, the gloom in his eyes was undisguised.

Song Mingzhe doesn't even bother to pretend in front of him now, and it's almost as if he's blatantly calling him a challenge.

It's just that he is still not sure how much Song Mingzhe knows.

If Song Mingzhe knew about that matter...

The more Wang Qifu thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he even made preparations to die.

Wang Qifu let out a breath, as if remembering something, he glanced unconsciously at a corner of Song's house from the corner of the eye, then rearranged his clothes, and strode forward.

The chess game has already come to this point, and the last move has not been completed, so I don't know who will win in the end.

After Wang Qifu left, Song Jianguo took a sip of the tea in his teacup and glanced at his son with a cold face.

"You seem to have a big opinion on Wang Qifu."

On weekdays, Song Jianguo treats Wang Qifu as the courtesy of an elder, and he will never carry a gun with a stick like today.

"It's just that I don't like my uncle's way of doing things in the past."

Song Mingzhe didn't intend to hide his hostility towards Wang Qifu from the very beginning, so he said lightly.

Song Jianguo was not surprised by Song Mingzhe's answer.

Song Mingzhe has never been good at disguising, in other words, he doesn't bother to disdain disguising at all.

His likes and dislikes have always been clear, but they are rarely so exposed.

"Anyway, he is also your uncle, so we should not target him in the future."

Song Jianguo seldom interfered with Song Mingzhe's likes and dislikes, and could only offer some targeted opinions.

Although he wasn't happy with Wang Qifu's hypocritical appearance, Song Mei was lying unconscious on the bed now. For Song Mei's two children, Song Jianguo could only persuade Song Mingzhe to have less opinion of Wang Qifu.

But he also knew that he could never interfere with Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

He didn't intend to say anything to Song Jianguo at this time, after all, he still had too little evidence, and Wang Qifu could die without a burial if he had definite witness and material evidence.

Song Jianguo looked up at the clock and frowned slightly.

"It's about time, why hasn't your mother come back yet?"

Shen Qiyu went to Shen's house early this morning, saying she wanted to visit Zhou Qing, but she should come back at this point, right?

Song Mingzhe glanced at the time and remained silent, not knowing how to respond to Song Jianguo's words.

"My mother and aunt may be dancing in a nightclub."

As soon as Song Mingzhe's calm voice came out, Song Jianguo, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but spit out all the tea.

Song Jianguo even suspected that he had hallucinations, which is why he heard such incredible things.

But when he saw Song Mingzhe's serious face, and thought that Song Mingzhe rarely lied to him, the expression on his face inevitably collapsed.