I entered the wrong room on my wedding night and was doted on by the sinister CEO.

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During dinner time, the Song family manor was particularly lively.

The housekeeper Qin Ma is organizing the domestic helpers to have an outdoor barbecue in the courtyard.

The atmosphere of the Song Family Manor is really completely different from that of the Yu Family Manor. The Yu Family Manor is like a smaller version of the palace. The hierarchy is not too serious. It seems that the master is really the master, and the servants must be respectful and humble.

What age has it been? Being a servant is just a job anymore, and you sign a labor contract instead of a contract of sale.

The Song family has a completely different attitude towards domestic servants and bodyguards.

There is a good salary, there is vacation, and there is respect.

This is not.

The reunion dinner on Song Minghui and Song Qingya's first day at home was not just for the family of four, but also invited the servants and bodyguards to join them.

Not only is there an open-air barbecue tonight, but the housekeeper Qin Ma also prepared a lot of fireworks and fairy sticks.

It gets dark very quickly in winter, and it's completely dark before seven o'clock.

There was a warm light on the lawn, and Song Minghui, Song Qingya and the housekeeper Qin Ma were sitting at the stone table drinking tea.

As for the younger generation, some are doing barbecue, and some are playing the game of drumming and passing flowers.

on the lawn.

Tang Liyue sat in a circle with several maids and several bodyguards.

Song Junye was sitting in the center of the circle with his precious electric guitar, playing blindly while blindfolded.

They were playing drumming and passing the tweed.

Everyone was passing an apple around. When the music stopped, the apple fell on a tall and strong bodyguard.

Song Junye pulled off his blindfold and shouted, "Wow, you are so strong, come and perform!"

Da Zhuang stood up and touched his head in a naive manner, "I don't have much talent, so let me perform a shoulder throw for everyone!"

After that, Da Zhuang took another bodyguard next to him and had a wonderful fight, which ended with a shoulder throw.

Tang Liyue clapped happily, "How awesome!"

Da Zhuang smiled shyly.

Song Junye put on a blindfold and said, "Keep going, the next punishment is singing!"

After saying that, he played the guitar again.

When the music stopped, the apple happened to be passed to Tang Liyue.

Tang Liyue was so panicked that she almost threw the apple away, but in the end she stood up with a blushing face and said, "I don't sing as well as my second brother. Please forgive me..."

Song Junye was the first to cheer and scream, "Yuanyuan's singing is the most beautiful, don't you think so!"

"Yes!"

"The third lady must sing the best!"

"Come on Miss Third—"

Tang Liyue wanted to sing, and Song Junye stood up first, "I'll accompany you! What song do you want to sing?"

Tang Liyue thought for a while, "Fenghuaxueyue?"

"Fenghuaxueyue" is an ancient song, and Tang Liyue's voice is soft and soft, which is indeed very suitable.

It's just that ancient songs are not suitable for electric guitar accompaniment, but it doesn't matter, there is no instrument in the world that Song Junye doesn't know how to play.

Song Junye stood up and shouted to Song Qingya: "Brother! Yuanyuan is going to sing, have you brought your piano back? Let's accompany Yuanyuan! Qin Mama, help me get my piccolo!"

When Song Junye roared, everyone knew that Tang Liyue was going to perform, and everyone gathered around.

Tang Liyue, who was already shy, was even more panicked now.

She waved her hands quickly, "No, don't be so exaggerated, I can sing a cappella too."

Song Junye touched Tang Liyue's head, "Don't be afraid, don't panic, I'll sing with you. It's such a good reunion day, and it sounds very happy for our family to collaborate on a song."

At this time, Song Minghui and Song Qingya also came over.

Song Minghui smiled and said, "If Yuanyuan doesn't think I'm too old, I can join."

Song Junye added: "Back then, my father won my mother's heart with a long shawl!"

Probably because the Song family's main business is in the antique business, they are deeply interested in the things left by their ancestors. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and singing are really just the most common talents of Song Qingya and Song Junye.

Tang Liyue had no means to learn a musical instrument before, so it was a blessing among misfortunes that she could learn it.

Taking this opportunity, let Tang Liyue also feel whether she has any other interests or hobbies that can add some fun to her life.

Before Tang Liyue could resist, Qin's mother and her servant brought Song Minghui's purple bamboo flute, Song Qingya's collection of nanmu guqin, and Song Junye's piccolo.

Tang Liyue looked at the doting eyes of her father and two brothers and no longer hesitated.

She smiled sweetly, "Then let's get started~"

Song Qingya also sat on the ground and put the guqin on his lap.

His slender, white fingers rested on the strings of the piano, twisting and rubbing the strings, and the melodious and spacious sound of the piano sounded in the small courtyard.

Song Junye kept up with the rhythm, and Song Minghui joined in after hearing the tune.

The richness of the guqin, the melodiousness of the piccolo, and the etherealness of the Xiao all blended together, making people unconsciously silent and even their breathing weakened.

Tang Liyue also raised her voice and sang, her soft voice perfectly blending into the accompaniment.

"Wind, gentle wind, gentle wind rises, blowing down the flowers all over the ground. There are endless tastes, and the five flavors are mixed..."

"If I can't sing, I'll be mute for so many years..." ps: winky poem version of "Wind, Flowers, Snow, Moon"

Everyone was stunned, except A Tao who couldn't help but take a picture of this scene.

When the song was finished, he sent it to Yu Moyuan.

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Next door, Yujia Manor.

It’s still that breathtaking restaurant.

The dinner has been cold on the table, but Yu Haoshan hasn't moved his chopsticks yet.

The seat that had been empty for a long time was finally occupied.

Yu Zhengyuan, who had been missing for three and a half years after faking his own death, is back.

Yu Zhengyuan is back, but Yu Minchuan is missing.

Yu Haoshan's face looked very ugly. He glared at Yu Zhengyuan angrily, "What's going on with you? What have you been doing for the past three and a half years! Why didn't you contact your family!"

After saying that, he glared at Zhao Zhiliu again, "And you, you don't even know where your son has gone? Can't your husband not care about his son?"

Zhao Zhiliu had a dark face and wanted to reply, but Yu Zhengyuan held his hand down under the table.

Yu Zhengyuan and Yu Moyuan are similar in two ways, but their temperaments are completely different.

Yu Moyuan is mad and unruly in his heart.

As for Yu Zhengyuan, he and Zhao Zhiliu were not in the same family, and they both revealed a gloominess like cold-blooded animals.

Yu Zhengyuan was not like this more than three years ago. Three years ago, he would still maintain the appearance of a well-dressed, good husband, good son and good leader, a hypocrite.

But now, I am too lazy to pretend.

Yu Zhengyuan said: "Dad, it's not that I don't want to contact my family. I don't dare to show up until I recover. I'm afraid that if I show up, I'll never come back."

After saying that, Yu Zhengyuan looked at Yu Moyuan and asked, "Really, second brother?"

Yu Zhengyuan tilted his head and let out a sarcastic laugh: "Brother, why is your mouth as winding and smelly as your heart? If you want to say something, just put it on the table. There is no need to waste time with meandering words."

Yu Zhengyuan opened his mouth and closed it again. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "You are still so hostile to me..."

Yu Haoshan slapped the table, "Okay, if something happens to a family, we can't talk about it openly. The same goes for you, Mo Yuan. Your eldest brother just came back. Please let him know what happened."

Give way to Yu Zhengyuan?

Yu Haoshan is biased...

Yu Moyuan was not angry either. He crossed his arms and said, "That's all I am. You have known me for a day or two. If you want to throw dirty water on me, you must first bring out the evidence. If there is no evidence, I can give it to you."

After Yu Moyuan finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Zhiliu, "For example, what's in the recording pen?"

Recording pen? !

Didn’t Qin Jiaojiao use the voice recorder in exchange for Qiu Xiuhe half a year ago?

Why did Yu Moyuan still carry a voice recorder?

Shouldn't there be a backup?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Zhiliu's expression changed drastically.

Yu Zhengyuan caught Zhao Zhiliu's expression change and frowned slightly.

It seems that today, I really can't fight Yu Moyuan openly.

Yu Zhengyuan said: "Don't mention what happened back then. I'm still alive now and I'm back safely. Let's just treat it as rain and no one will pursue it anymore. My father is old, and we all live in harmony and don't let him live in peace anymore. worry."

Yu Haoshan also spoke: "Did you hear that? You must have the consciousness of your elder brother."

Yu Zhengyuan picked up vegetables for Yu Haoshan, "Dad, let's eat."

Yu Haoshan moved his chopsticks, and dinner was officially served.