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Chapter 3 How to deal with naughty children

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    Having witnessed the thrill just now, Uncle Zhang no longer had any thoughts of observing Song Qinrong and only concentrated on driving the car fast.

    Finally, before five o'clock, the car drove into the Song family's old house.

    Song Qinrong dragged her somewhat old suitcase out of the car and stood in front of the old house, looking around carefully.

    After being taken away from the capital by her mother, she completely cut off contact with the Song family.  In these years, in the entire Song family, only grandma would send her some gifts every year on her birthday, and no one else had ever cared about her.

    "If it weren't for "Yaochi Leng", it would probably be in the Song family, and it happened to be my grandma's 80th birthday, so she had to come back.

    ¡°Maybe in this life, she will never step into the door of the Song family.

    Thinking of this, Song Qinrong raised her lips and smiled, then stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

    "Second Miss?" The person who opened the door was a woman who looked like a housekeeper, looking at her in surprise.

    Song Qinrong nodded: "Sister-in-law Chen."

    "Oh, the second young lady has really arrived!"

    Hearing this, Mrs. Chen quickly responded with a smile.

    She has been working as a steward in the old house for more than ten years, and this is the first time she has met Song Qinrong.

    The girl in front of her was wearing a simple gray coat, which made her tall and thin, with black hair just reaching her shoulders, and a palm-sized face with delicate facial features. Unfortunately, all the colorful features were suppressed by the big black-rimmed glasses.  .

    She looks pretty pretty, but

    Mrs. Chen¡¯s sharp eyes saw the thread emerging from Song Qinrong¡¯s collar.

    The clothes are a bit shabby.

    "Have you had a hard time coming all the way, Miss Second? The old lady has been talking about it all afternoon, and the Second Mrs. is also waiting for you in the living room."

    The old lady in her mouth is naturally Song Qinrong¡¯s grandmother.  The so-called second wife is Song Qinrong's current stepmother, Meng Yali.

    Speaking of which, this stepmother is quite capable.

    She hooked up with her father, Song Hongyang, when Song Qinrong's mother was pregnant.

    Over the years, Meng Yali not only succeeded in forcing Song Qinrong and her daughter away, firmly taking the throne as the second wife of the Song family, she also gave birth to a daughter and a son to Song Hongyang one after another, and her life was a happy one.

    Song Qinrong nodded and followed her into the house.

    As soon as you enter, there is a rush of hot air, and the whole room is steaming, without any chill of early spring.

    Song Qinrong¡¯s hot forehead suddenly started to sweat.

    Seeing this, Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Second Miss, why don't you take off your coat? We old ladies are very afraid of the cold. The temperature at home has never dropped below 28 degrees, so it might be a bit hot."

    Hearing this, Song Qinrong glanced around and saw that the servants coming and going in the old house were all dressed in thin clothes and looked pale.

    "Grandma is so afraid of the cold?" This is not a good symptom.

    Mrs. Chen sighed, with an expression that said nothing.

    Song Qinrong had an idea, took off her coat and put it on her arms, then walked into the living room.

    In the living room at this time, a lady with exquisite makeup and excellent care was sitting on the mahogany sofa drinking tea. When she saw her coming in, she put down the teacup gracefully, looked at her for a moment with her upturned peach blossom eyes, and said with a smile,  "Rongrong is here? Come on, sit down quickly."

    This is Meng Yali.

    Song Qinrong sat on the sofa obediently.

    Before sitting down, she keenly caught something from the corner of her eyes. When she glanced outside the door, she seemed to have a round head that shrank back.

    "Go and pour tea for the lady." Meng Yali arranged for the servants to serve tea, as if she were a hostess, and then turned to ask her, "Is the capital colder than Jiangning?"

    "fine."

    "Are you tired after being on the road for so long?"

    "Not tired." Song Qinrong's words were concise and to the point.

    She always felt that someone was sneaking around outside the living room, so she didn't have much time to deal with Meng Yali.

    Meng Yali squinted her eyes and observed, somewhat unsure of the temperament of the girl in front of her who didn't talk much.

    "Your grandpa went fishing, and grandma took medicine and fell asleep in the backyard." Meng Yali changed the subject, "By the way, you haven't eaten yet"

    "Mother!"

    Before Meng Yali finished speaking, a fat little boy with swollen limbs as if inflated jumped in outside the living room door, holding a model, "Sister-in-law Chen said that the meal is ready, let's start the meal!"

    Song Qinrong looked back.

    It turned out to be Meng Yali¡¯s ten-year-old son Song Xiao.

    Could it be that he was the one sneaking outside the door just now?

    "Damn it, for so many years of his domineering behavior, this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.  But his mother obviously didn't intend to help him, so he stood up angrily.

    "Bad mother!"

    He wants to go home and doesn¡¯t want to see that country bumpkin again!

    He returned to the living room to find the baby model that he had held for a whole day, and planned to take the things and leave.

    Song Xiao remembered clearly that Meng Yali had just taken the model that he held tightly and put it on the cabinet next to the door.

    He looked around, but where was his model on the cabinet?

    Song Xiao was dumbfounded, and looked around like a crab, but still couldn't find it, and immediately stamped his feet anxiously: "Where is my model?!"

    The earth trembled and the mountains shook.

    Meng Yali was following behind. When she heard the cry, she rushed in: "What's wrong?"

    Song Xiao¡¯s eye circles turned red instantly: ¡°Mom, my racing car model is missing! Wow¡­¡±

    "Huh?!" Meng Yali's head suddenly got bigger when she heard this.

    This is a racing car model that her husband had to beg for countless times to get. It is said that it has the signature of the famous car god, Sharptail, on it.

    Jianwei is Song Xiao¡¯s idol.

    In the past few days, Song Xiao has been holding the model like a gun to protect it. Even when it fell just now, he raised the model to prevent it from breaking. Why is it missing now?

    "I just put it on the cabinet. How could I lose it? There are no outsiders here"

    This sentence seemed to wake up Song Xiao all of a sudden - who said there are no outsiders here?

    "Isn't that what she is!" He stopped crying and stared angrily at Song Qinrong, who was sitting on the sofa, with his eyes squeezed small due to too much flesh. "Did you hide my model?"

    Song Qinrong, who inexplicably dropped a big pot from the sky: "???"

    "You have been in the living room the whole time!" Song Xiao became more and more sure of his guess, "You just wanted to harm me, and now you are harming me again, you mean it!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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