After wearing the interstellar, His Majesty is so handsome

Chapter 65 Argument ([-])

Song Jinsheng said flatly, "Understood."

Patriarch Song looked at Song Jinsheng with unpredictable eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Jinsheng didn't feel anything when he was stared at. He still stood there frankly and let the other party look at him.

This kind of approach made the old Patriarch Song look at him with admiration.I couldn't help but admire secretly.

Song Qinghui stood aside and saw her grandfather staring at Sister Jinsheng, fearing that she would look unnaturally at her grandfather, so she hurriedly said to Patriarch Song.

"Then grandfather, if there is no arrangement, we will go down."

Song Qinghui quietly waited for Patriarch Song to speak, feeling a little anxious, and could not help but sweat a little on her forehead.

Patriarch Song looked at the two of them, and said meaningfully: "You are very kind to your sister, go." This was obviously meant for Song Qinghui.

Hearing the old Patriarch Song's words, Song Qinghui's anxious heart was relieved at once.

"Sister Jinsheng, let's go."

She pulled Song Jinsheng and ran to their seats just now.

Song Jinsheng asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

After Song Qinghui sat down, she took a sip of tea to suppress her shock, and then answered Song Jinsheng's words: "It's not because I'm afraid that you will feel uncomfortable with grandfather. I can't stand his aura even with grandfather, let alone you."

Song Jinsheng felt warm when he heard that, "I'm fine."

Just now, Patriarch Song's eyes were mixed with the coercion of high-level spiritual power and the powerful aura emanating from his body. Although he restrained himself a bit, it was enough to make the juniors around him unable to stand it.

Song Qinghui's cultivation was already much higher, but she still struggled in front of Patriarch Song, so she thought that her sister was useless and needed her protection, so she hurriedly bid farewell to Patriarch Song and took her sister back to her seat.

As for Song Jinsheng, because of his advanced cultivation, he didn't feel how powerful the old Patriarch Song's coercion was.On the other hand, Song Qinghui hurriedly got her out of old Patriarch Song.

Thinking of this, Song Jinsheng felt a strange feeling in his heart, which was so fast that people couldn't catch it.

It was rare for Song Qinghui to be able to read Song Jinsheng's inner thoughts from her calm face, and she felt that this cheap little sister must be moved by her, so she couldn't help but stubbornly added: "Sister Jinsheng, don't think too much, it's dad who told you to What I protect you is not voluntary."

Song Jinsheng twitched his lips and said with a smile, "I know."

You are not voluntary?I don't know who was so active when protecting her just now.

"It's good to know." Song Qinghui snorted coldly.

She doesn't hate this sister, and even wants to get close to her, but she doesn't want to admit it.

According to Gu Lanxing's novel, her inexplicable gesture of favor might make sister Jinsheng feel that she is plotting something wrong.So she's going to blame everything on Dad, so that she has a proper reason to explain these things.

At this time, most of the men at the banquet were almost drunk, but it was better for the female relatives, because all they drank were some tea.

Patriarch Song sat alone on the second seat below. He didn't drink much. At this moment, he was sitting there upright.

Song Qingji, who was seated at the bottom, didn't drink at all. He was always served tea in front of him. Now that he had two cups of tea, he felt extremely energetic.

The two of them also straightened their bodies, and sat there gracefully with the etiquette they had cultivated since they were young. They were out of tune with the group of drunks around them.

Mrs. Song packed up her playthings, rushed over in a hurry, sat on the first seat below Mrs. Song, looked up, but saw that the seat opposite her was not her husband, and looking sideways, she Why did my husband get to the second seat?

Logically speaking, her husband should sit in the first seat, as it has always been the case in previous years.

Seeing that the person sitting in the first place is not a collateral lord, but a junior in the family, he couldn't help but feel relieved, sitting in his seat and sipping tea.

(End of this chapter)