The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

There are colorful fireworks in the sky.

There are lively welcome sounds everywhere in the capital.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is no exception.

Jiang He was silently leaning against the corner of the prime minister's mansion at this lively time, Wei Rou asked her to go to New Year's Eve, but she didn't.

This is also the first time she has left home and spent the New Year outside.

It seemed a bit bleak and bleak.

To put it bluntly, she was asking for trouble.

She chose this path by herself. At the beginning, she insisted on coming to the capital and refused to go home to marry someone she didn't know. Then, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she had to go on by herself.

Jiang He squeezed the sachet in her hand tightly. It was a sachet that she had learned to make with Wei Rou for a few days.

Wei Rou said to give the sachet to the man he likes, if the man accepts it, it means he has accepted his wish, if he does not accept...

Jiang Hesai also stuffed it into his pocket.

She made countless sachets, and this was the only one that Wei Rou could barely accept.

Jiang He has never had much talent in female celebrities, but she is still willing to learn to do some meticulous work for her daughter's house for Song Linfeng.

Of course, the result is countless needle holes on the fingers.

Jiang He took a deep breath.

She glanced at the wall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, jumped up, and turned over again after many days.

At this time, the prime minister's mansion was brightly lit.

Most of Song Linfeng's leg injury has healed, plus he insisted on exercising every day and taking various supplements, his body recovered quickly. Now he can walk with a cane, but he is still limping A crutch.

The whole family of the Song family gathered at the table, and Song's mother sighed and said, "It would be great if your sister was here this year."

Different from the heartbroken ones in the past, this year's Mother Song's mood is much calmer. Maybe there is hope, so she is not so desperate.

Prime Minister Song held Mother Song's hand.

"There will be that day."

Song Linfeng said, "Mother, my sister is still alive."

The Song couple was startled and looked at each other. They never told Song Linfeng their guess.

Now that the son suddenly said that, the couple were a little surprised.

"Lin Feng..."

Song Linfeng put down his chopsticks, and said seriously: "Mother, I have already found out the whereabouts of my sister. When my father's birthday passes, I will go to Jiangnan."

The Song couple's eyes widened.

"You said my sister is in Jiangnan?"

Those in the capital...

The Song couple suddenly became a little uncertain.

Song Linfeng nodded: "The current news is like this. I will go to Jiangnan to investigate the details before I can find out. Father and mother, don't worry, I will definitely bring my sister back intact."

In fact, Song Linfeng knew that he shouldn't tell his parents the news at such an uncertain time, in case his sister really...

Song Linfeng didn't care so much, on this kind of family reunion day, he didn't want his parents to wash their faces with tears.

Prime Minister Song nodded.

"I will send some people to go to Jiangnan with you."

Then Song Cheng seemed to think of something.

"By the way, there is an acquaintance who is a father in Jiangnan, so remember to come and visit."

Song Linfeng agreed.

Song's mother suddenly thought of an old story.

"Husband, if I remember correctly, our Song family seems to have an marriage relationship with that family in the south of the Yangtze River? Linfeng is a big boss now, shouldn't this matter be put on the agenda?"

Song Linfeng paused when he heard that, with a bitter smile on his face.

He always knew that he had such a marriage contract with him.

It's just that his parents never mentioned it, so he pretended that he had forgotten it.

Now that his mother talked about it again, he had to face it squarely.