I stole the big guy's baby

Mrs. Song was the first to react, "Is he..."

The noble lady brushed her curly hair from her temples, her eyes flicked around, "Today, it's not right. The idiot standing there is my son."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Song and Patriarch Song were all stunned.

When I saw Patriarch Song's constipated appearance, I felt a little bit of unkind comfort.

My mother waved her hand very graciously, "It's okay, Mr. Song, you can just teach him a lesson, I want him to accept a socialist beating a long time ago."

Patriarch Song: "..."

Who would have thought that one second we were still in a tense atmosphere, and the next second we were sitting on the sofa drinking the original Ceylon black tea served by the servant.

To be honest, with Ms. Zhuang present, I can speak with confidence.

Not to mention anything else, as far as her appearance, worth and age, she can be beaten alone.

I saw Ms. Zhuang with her hands crossed on her knees, her back straightened, like a strong woman.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and said unhurriedly: "It's already here, so let me talk about something serious by the way. Actually, I'm here to propose marriage for my son."

"Pfft——" I just took a sip of tea while holding the cup holder, but I spit it out before swallowing it.

Song Qianyi hastily wiped it for me with a tissue, more considerate than my mother.

I saw Patriarch Song's hands trembling slightly with sharp eyes.

He was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, he was in a hurry.

I moved towards Song Qianyi bit by bit, pretending to look around, and asked in a low voice, "How is your dad's ability to bear? Is your heart okay?"

Ms. Zhuang's fighting power is not something that ordinary people can afford, and I'm afraid that Mr. Song will be angry and throw his crown back.

Anyway, he is still Song Qianyi's biological father, my father-in-law.

"It's okay, my dad is afraid of death, so he often keeps fit."

Oh, then I can rest assured to eat melons and watch the show.

"What does Mrs. Jiang mean by this, I don't quite understand."

Ms. Zhuang stirred the black tea calmly, then turned to Mrs. Song and said, "Sister, do you mind if I turn on the wheat?"

Mrs. Song replied with a decent smile, "I don't mind. The old man has a stubborn temper when he is old, so please don't let Xiao Jiang see him."

I don't know why Mrs. Song recognized me, but it was a joy anyway.

So our common enemy is only Patriarch Song.

Patriarch Song froze for a second, almost beating his chest and stamping his feet, "What are you doing, fighting the landlord?"

Xiao Fei hugged Patriarch Song's arm and swayed coquettishly. "Dad, hasn't the senior already got his grades? My aunt has come all the way to our house, so don't worry about it."

Patriarch Song still couldn't hold back his face, "I don't necessarily agree with Mr. Jiang even if he comes here!"

"Mr. Song, you are boring." Ms. Zhuang put down her teacup, and the porcelain hit the glass with a crisp sound.

Leaning on the sofa cushion, she said calmly, "How can my son not be worthy of Xiao Song? Looks? Family background? Worth? Ability? Talent?"

"Xiao Song used to be an anchor, and my son is also in the TV station now. It's a coincidence that the two of them are still together. If Xiao Song wants to inherit the company, our business can also get it. As long as my son wants it, my family The old man can retire now."

"Isn't the right family an idiom tailor-made for them? Why are you still talking about it? Interfering in the affairs of the younger generation will make you live longer or live forever? Yes, but it's not necessary."

"Of course, in my opinion, the above are all external things. The best thing about them is that they love each other and work hard for it. What is more precious than this?"

"Listen to me, don't mess with those who have nothing. What gender, family business, everything is not a problem. What age are you still playing tricks of these wicked mother-in-law... You should surf the Internet to learn some young people's ideas, Only by following the trend will we not be eliminated by the times.”

"That's the deal. Tomorrow, my mother-in-law and I will go abroad to organize the wedding on a good day."

Ms. Zhuang's mouth cannon skill Max, as if she had set up a machine gun and aimed at Patriarch Song crazily.Every sentence hit his vitals, leaving him speechless.

After speaking, she picked up her small Gucci satchel, blew a kiss to Mrs. Song, and walked away on high heels.

With a wave of his sleeves, he would not take away his own son.