The villain Jiaojiao has her mind read, and the stunning actor becomes a human being

On the first day of the new year, Yu Zhan and Song Qingyan went to Mr. Song's place together. By coincidence, Mr. Song and Ms. Song were both there.

Yu Zhan lowered his voice and asked, "Did your grandfather know you were coming back and specifically called him back?"

"Probably." He sent a text message last night. He also expected this scene and was not very surprised. "Don't pay attention to them. Just treat them as distant relatives who are not familiar with them."

"Okay, your relatives, you have the final say." Yu Zhan had no objection, since she was really unfamiliar with him anyway.

Song Qingyan laughed when he heard this, "This is the first time I heard you say that." It was extremely rare for her to listen to him!

"Why, do you still want to have the final say in the future?" Yu Zhan's eyes had a hint of ridicule. Is this man going to shake things up?

Song Qingyan heard Yu Zhan's ruffian's thoughts and shook his head with a smile, "How is that possible? You have crushed me so hard today that I will never be able to get over it in my life."

"Humph!"

Mr. Song was sitting on the sofa when he saw the young couple muttering and not coming in for a long time. He couldn't hold it back and coughed, "Ahem, you two should come in. Where are you having the meeting?"

Yu Zhan immediately smiled and said: "Grandpa Song, Happy New Year, have you prepared a big red envelope for me?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, yes, there must be." Mr. Song actually took out a big red envelope and stuffed it directly into Yu Zhan's hand.

Yu's stack shook, and it was extremely heavy. You didn't even need to look at it to tell that it wasn't paper money, but something like metal...

"Hey, it turned out to be a gold bar, so big." Although gold is not valuable in the apocalypse, gold, even if it is worthless, feels quite different.

Seeing that Yu Zhan didn't dislike him, Mr. Song smiled happily. Song Qingyan sat between the two of them with a gentle look on his face.

None of the three of them paid any attention to the two people sitting on the other side, who had different expressions.

Mr. Song's face was a little stiff. He glanced at Song Qingyan from time to time and sighed, clearly trying to attract attention, which was ridiculous.

On the other hand, Ms. Song was very comfortable. She was sitting with her back on the sofa in a very relaxed posture. Although she would look at Song Qingyan and Yu Zhan, she was aboveboard and not so offensive.

Hypocrite and true villain, many people may prefer the latter. The characters of Mr. Song and Ms. Song are also somewhat similar. One is selfish in his heart, and the other is selfish in the face.

"Mr. Song, lunch is ready. You can take your seats." The Song family has a servant who specializes in taking care of Mr. Song's daily life. She is an ordinary woman in her forties and looks quite simple.

There are not many ordinary people in Y Base, but most of the ordinary people who can stay in Y Base will have a job that can support their lives.

The Y base is divided into classes, but this class division is not divided by abilities, but by old Y members, base members, and non-members. It is unfair and very fair.

"Let's go, let's go have dinner together." Mr. Song greeted Song Qingyan and Yu Zhan without looking at the two people. This behavior was a bit strange. He called the people back, but he didn't. I don’t ask questions, I don’t talk about peace, and I don’t know what my thoughts are.

Yu Zhan and Song Qingyan naturally ignored those two people. If they didn't drive them away, they had very little patience left.

Mr. Song's face looked ugly, but Ms. Song stood up on his own initiative. She didn't say anything, just followed the others into the restaurant and sat at the end of the dining table. There were five sets of tableware on the dining table. Prepared for them.

Mr. Song followed and sat down silently. Then he sighed in a very annoying way and said softly: "Oh, I am old and no longer welcome."

Mr. Song couldn't hold it back and scolded him: "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. You are not popular when you are old. You are not popular when you are young. I am very popular as an old man." As for those who are popular, don’t blame your unpopularity on your age. Age is not the big blame!”

What the hell, even if you feel sorry for yourself, you still have to drag him into trouble. I really think he has a good temper and doesn't know how to criticize others!

Mr. Song was scolded, his face turned red and white, and he wanted to get up. He didn't know why he thought about it, but in the end he chose to endure it.

"Come on, come on, let's eat what we have, and ignore those who don't want to see him and don't know themselves." Mr. Song is such a wonderful man that Yu Zhan now suspects that he deliberately called his son here to confront him.

"Eat meat." Song Qingyan picked up a chopstick of cherry monster meat for Yu Zhan. Although there was no cherry flavor in it, the monster meat was delicious. It was the specialty of the servant aunt. She used to use it to coax her grandson. An accurate one.

Yu Zhan took a bite and found that it tasted really good. Seeing that she liked it, Song Qingyan immediately picked up two more pieces of meat and put them on the plate in front of her. Although there was not much conversation between the two, there was a tacit and harmonious atmosphere. , can still make people feel a hint of sweetness.

Mr. Song narrowed his eyes with a smile. His grandson can be considered a blessed person. Although his parents are not in tune, he has good luck and vision in finding a wife. She is good-looking and powerful. She can not only accompany him, but also protect him. It's so nice to hold him.

Mr. Song slowly took a sip of wine, feeling quite relieved that he would die without regrets. Even in this cruel apocalypse, he still lived with great peace of mind.

From the beginning to the end, Ms. Song did not speak. She just ate some food and then sat there drinking soup. She was obviously thinking about something, but her expression was not sad, but rather leisurely. look.

In comparison, Mr. Song looks even more lonely, but no one cares.

After the meal, everyone went back to the living room to drink tea together. After Yu Zhan took a sip, he didn't like it very much and pushed it directly in front of Song Qingyan. Song Qingyan picked it up and started drying it.

"Old man, this tea is not good. I'll have someone send you some good tea." Yu Zhan also drank good tea, but this tea tasted astringent and was just average.

Mr. Song smiled and said, "No, no, I can drink this sip of tea, but I don't know how many people would envy me."

"Then let's drink something better and make more people envious."

Everyone drank tea and chatted, and the atmosphere was harmonious. It was not until very late that Song Qingyan and Yu Zhan said goodbye and left.

After they left, Ms. Song stood up and said bluntly: "Thank you, Uncle Song, for your hard work. It's getting late, so I will go too."

"Well, be safe and come and sit with me when you have time." Mr. Song's tone was neither cold nor indifferent, neither warm nor distant. It was a little better than when facing his son, but it was only A little bit.

"Okay, you should pay more attention to your health."

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