Nightclub, your daughter-in-law has lost her vest again

Now that he was able to see Jin Yuran, he was also very pleasantly surprised. He didn't care about other things. The little old man ran down from upstairs in a hurry, stood in front of Jin Yuran, and looked up and down at the now slim girl: "Oh Yuran, Why did you run out alone today? Where's your aunt? Why didn't she come with you? "

He also knew that Jin Yuran's brain and mind were damaged due to the fire. Although he was pleasantly surprised to see her today, he was also a little worried: "Why is she so relieved to let you come back alone?"

"Mr. Song, Ran Ran is already married."

Seeing that Song Chengzhi was still talking about Song Wanru's faults, Wen Mengxue knew that the Song family didn't know that Jin Yuran had been given to Ye Yunqiu by the Jin family, although Ranran had a good time at Ye's house now. Excellent, but this marriage is nothing more than an exchange of interests and conspiracy, and she couldn't help but tell these things one by one: "When we were in the Jin family, Mrs. Jin and the Second Miss beat Ran Ranfei. Even scolding, but when you came here, you will be very kind to Ranran, lest you find out. Later, the business of the Jin family was not getting better day by day, so Mrs. Jin thought of a way, saying that some rich people just like it. Playing with such a foolish woman sent Jin Yuran to Ye's house."

These things are very sad to say, how can my aunt and father treat their relatives like this?
"what?!"

Almost fainted by the anger, Song Chengzhi was a little unsteady, he took a few steps back, and it was Song Mingxian who stepped forward to support him, he saw that his father couldn't bear it, "These things should be carefully discussed after entering the house." Let’s talk, it’s hot and it’s not good to stand in the yard and talk.”

After arriving in the house, Song Chengzhi drank a few sips of tea before recovering. He fixed his eyes on Jin Yuran, who was now ruddy, and he looked better than the one he saw during the Jin Family New Year's Day. Knowing that she has not been abused at Ye's house, she still can't help but ask: "Who is he married to? Is he treating Ran Ran well? Has this marriage been officially documented?"

"My husband is Ye Yunqiu. He treats Ranran very well. He will eat with Ranran, bathe Ranran, and help Ranran drive away those who bully Ranran! The important thing is that he will not fight Ranran, I will also give Ranran a lot of Wangzai milk!"

Jin Yuran counted Ye Yunqiu's kindness to him one by one with her fingers. Seeing how serious she was, Song Chengzhi also understood that Ye Yunqiu should really treat her well. The daughter's evil deeds made her angry: "When she shamelessly wanted to marry Jin Zhiqiang as the sequel, I could see that her intentions were not righteous, but she couldn't stop her crying, making troubles and hanging herself, and thinking about it. As an aunt, she will always be kind to Ran Ran when she gets married, but I never thought she would be so vicious!"

"Father, don't get angry."

Seeing that his father was very angry, Song Mingxian handed him tea. He looked only 24 or [-] years old, but he was already very stable in his dealings with others. He is one of the best figures in the rich second generation circle of the imperial capital, young and promising, and he treats Ran Ran very well, so you should rest assured."

"If Ranran hadn't suffered the fire, what kind of talent would she not be worthy of?"

Shaking his head, Song Chengzhi regretted it to some extent. He should not have married his eldest daughter to Jin Zhiqiang back then, and he should not have let Jin Yuran stay in the Jin family. , and then raised his spirits a little: "By the way, why didn't Ye Yunqiu come with you today? You said that Ye Yunqiu treated you well. He didn't come for such a big event as you coming to your grandparent's house, but he felt that our Song family was not rich enough. ?”

"My husband originally wanted to bring Ran Ran along."

Jin Yuran explained seriously, "But my husband is too busy with work these days, and Ranran couldn't wait any longer, so she asked sister Xiaoxue to bring me first... Ranran was also afraid that grandpa and uncle would dislike me."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, she was so pitiful and cute. Song Chengzhi patted her head lovingly, "How could grandpa not like Ran Ran? Ran Ran was so cute when she was a child, and you and your mother are very different." Like, every time I see you, I think of your mother who died young..."

"What about uncle? Does uncle like Ran Ran?"

Rubbing along Song Chengzhi's hand, Jin Yuran was like a soft and cute fur ball. When she heard her grandfather say that she liked her, her little face became radiant, and then she looked at it with anticipation. Song Mingxian turned to the side.

"Of course I like it."

Just like what his father said, Jin Yuran was like Song Wanqing. Song Mingxian was brought up by Song Wanqing when he was a child, and after Song Wanqing got married, he would let him play there every now and then. The relationship between him and Song Wanqing's siblings is not insignificant.

"My husband is right. Everyone likes Ranran very much." She clapped her hands happily, her face was full of innocence, but such a carefree expression hurt Song Chengzhi's eyes a little. Sighing, "Ran Ran, do you want to visit your mother's unmarried room? Come, I'll take you there."

Involuntarily taking Jin Yuran to the second floor, he introduced in a rambling manner, "When your mother was not married, she was also a well-known talented woman in the capital. She was neither competitive nor robbing, extremely calm and quiet. She never disobeyed what I said It's just that when I asked her to marry Jin Zhiqiang back then, I only thought that I had found support for the rest of my life for her, and I didn't listen to her. Now that I think about it, I killed her for the rest of my life..."

Following him to a locked room, Jin Yuran watched as he tremblingly took out the key and opened the door.

At first, I thought that when I opened the door, there would be a dusty atmosphere, but I didn’t expect that the room was spotless, and all the decorations seemed to be lived by people. The writing brush on the table was on the brush washer, as if the person who practiced calligraphy just stopped writing for a while, and soon disappeared. Will be back.

There was still a picture of words on the table, but the beautiful small script strokes revealed a trace of grandeur, Jin Yuran leaned forward to look at it, and read out along with the words on it: "I would rather die with the incense sticks on the branches, than blow the north wind away." middle."

"It was written by your mother."

Over the years, Song Chengzhi has been having a hard time accepting the fact that his daughter died in the marriage he arranged, so he has sealed up the house and cleaned it up by himself. On weekdays, even if Song Wanru came back, he would not Let her approach this room, and now that she saw Jin Yuran, she couldn't help but bring her in, "She went there not long after this writing was finished."