After Becoming a Little |

Mrs. Song just looked at her with mixed emotions in her eyes: "I mean, do you still have to wait?"

"There are some things you are not going to tell her yet?"

"..."

The Taoist nun in white changed her face, and turned her head to look at the little Taoist Li Guang: "Li Guang, you send the documents back first, you don't need to come here later, go directly to your elder sister."

"...Yes." The little Taoist nun Li Guang was silent for a moment, then she bowed her hands and said, "Let's go now, Li Guang."

Seeing the back of Li Guang leaving the room, no one spoke.

It wasn't until the door was closed that the Taoist nun in white lowered her voice: "Are you crazy?"

"I don't have... Daoist Wuchen, it's been so many years..."

"25."

"Yes, 25 years!" Mrs. Song raised her hand and tapped her chest: "I've been waiting, and I'll tell her when she grows up—"

"Not yet."

"Then when is the time?" In the next moment, Mrs. Song slapped the table violently, and her emotions exploded in an instant: "She almost died in Japan! Twice!"

"..." The Taoist nun in white lowered her eyes and stopped talking.

"Twice! Once kidnapped, and once without any support in the sky!" Mrs. Song's eyes widened, bloodshot eyes: "How can I continue to wait when encountering such a thing?!"

"So you want her to inherit the family business and return to Wuyou Island?" The Taoist nun in white immediately understood Mrs. Song's plan.

"The Republic is very safe, but she always runs outside." Mrs. Song took a deep breath, and the years of nourishing her energy made her calm down her emotions at this moment: "If she goes far next time, she will still be an ordinary person. Who can guarantee the absolute safety of the student's identity?"

"The identity of the Patriarch of the Song family is not absolutely safe."

"But that's more important than a student."

"Now the world is at peace for a long time, as long as it is not a coincidence to encounter a vicious villain, no one would dare to mess with Miss Fu casually."

"That's right, we thought the same way when we were on the Poseidon." Mrs. Song replied softly, not knowing whether it was self-deprecation or sarcasm.

"...If she takes over as the Patriarch of the Song family, of course this identity can protect her." The Taoist nun in white said, staring into Mrs. Song's eyes: "But what about you?"

"What am I?"

"The current Song family relies on the government and the fleet, and no one dares to touch it... But what if the Nan family continues to force you to remarry?"

"Heh, even if I dare to marry, who would want to marry me?" Mrs. Song snorted coldly: "As long as I notarize the documents of property inheritance, they will naturally no longer be interested in me."

What is double gain?At that time, Mrs. Song had full control over the assets of the Song family, and whoever married her would gain both money and wealth.

The name is Song's Heavy Industry, but from the moment the Patriarch of the Song family fell asleep, it has basically belonged to Mrs. Song. In fact, it is not bad to be called Nan's Heavy Industry.

Such a huge benefit, such a fruit that seems to be at your fingertips, would be tempting for anyone, let alone the Nan family who are close to the water and enjoy the moon first.

After all, the Nan family didn't make their fortune by doing good deeds...

And the Nan family at least wants to show face, just to persuade Mrs. Song to remarry and find a cousin other than the Nan family's five clothes, theoretically it can only be split in half.

Some of the Song family's faces were thrown to the ground and trampled on - people and money, they want it all!Nothing less!

They even planned to arrange for Lianhua, who was still a child, at that time. After all, they could have more children than the head of the Song family, and they had a lot of sons.

Isn't it a good story for father and son to marry mother and daughter?

The Taoist nun in white looked away and looked at the narcissus on the table: "You must know that those collateral children of the Song family supported by the Nan family have coveted you for a long time."

Mrs. Song's chest heaved violently when she heard the words, and she obviously thought of something disgusting: "Things that are useless, they should have been given to them in the first place—hmph!"

"It was you who stopped me back then, saying that you wanted to preserve some blood for the Song family."

"I was blind at the beginning!" Although Mrs. Song said so, she still had no plans to do anything to them.

The first line of the Song family was a single lineage, and she tried her best to find a son for the Patriarch of the Song family. Naturally, it was impossible to chop off the boys of the collateral line.

If the lotus flower belonged to a male, would the prodigal second-generation ancestors of the collateral lineage still be as chic as they are today?

Although it is said that people have self-knowledge, there are no such collateral branches of the Song family-if there are any, 36 people will not die overnight.

Naturally, they didn't feel that Mrs. Song was soft-hearted, but rather complacently thought that the direct line had nothing to do with them, and continued to maintain the status quo.

The pressured Nan's family is her natal family, and the disgusting Song family's offspring is her husband's family, and the two of them together are simply embarrassing.

If Mrs. Song hadn't been protected by a white-clothed Taoist nun, and she didn't leave Wuyou Island at all, she might have been caught by them long ago.

Orphans and widowed mothers are so easy to deal with. Once you hear it, you will be excited. Once you are excited, you will easily get on top.

After all, aren't there many mothers and daughters who are as difficult to deal with as Ai Xiaobaihua and her own mother...

The Taoist nun in white pushed her wheelchair, turned around and wanted to go out: "Since you have made up your mind, then I won't say anything."

"...You're running away again." Behind her, Mrs. Song said instead.

The wheelchair of Taoist nun in white stopped for a while, she didn't turn around, but tilted her head slightly: "I didn't escape."

"No?" Mrs. Song shook her head: "Master Wuchen, I'm not afraid to tell Fu Que clearly now, but you are still afraid... What are you afraid of?"

"I do not have."

"You have--"

"... She shouldn't know about these things." The Taoist nun in white stared blankly at the floor and said softly, "At least not now."

"I know she shouldn't know, so I didn't say anything now, but let her inherit the entire Song family first."

Mrs. Song picked up the teacup and wanted to take a sip, but found that the teacup was already empty.

She put the teacup back quite disturbedly, and let out a sad sigh: "But things always have to be faced. She might have an accident on the Poseidon before, but she survived the catastrophe. Now she had an accident in Japan and escaped by luck... But there are only three things, how many chances do we have?"

"There will be a chance, let's talk about it later."

"The times are changing too fast." Mrs. Song was silent for a while, looking at her back: "I'm afraid that we will disappear at some point."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, stopped drinking the tea that Butler Yuzi poured for her, and walked out over the wheelchair of Taoist nun in white.

The back was not broad and tall, but it carried the flexibility that had supported the entire sky of the Song family for 18 years.

There is a sentence that she said very bluntly, three years and three years, she has been waiting for this day for nine years.

Originally, when Lianhua was 15 years old, she planned to inherit the property to Lianhua.

Then at the age of 16, as a person with full capacity for civil conduct, Lianhua could gradually take over the entire Song family with the help of a team of professional managers.

And she was still there at that time, and the Taoist nun in white was still there, so the things that the Lord Shaoguo suspected would naturally not happen.

Her strictness towards Lianhua and her connivance with Xiong Luoli are all based on such a basic setting.

The heir of the Song family must be educated strictly. She will support such a business empire spanning heavy industry and manufacturing. If she is not strict, she will grow crooked.

But there is no need for Xiong Luoli, because Xiong Luoli's physical condition does not allow strict education, it is better to let it go.

Secondly, it is such a younger sister. Since there is no reason for an heir, it is better to raise a carefree 'trash'.

In this way, even if there is a quarrel between the sisters in the future, in view of Xiong Luoli's lack of virtue and incompetence, Lianhua will not be threatened by threats...

But she didn't need to tell anyone about these things, just like when the Patriarch of the Song family forced her to marry her, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

This is fate, she doesn't believe in fate, but she still endures her fate silently.

But I didn't expect to wait until Lianhua was 24 years old after waiting for the first time, and she was terrified and physically and mentally exhausted after waiting for a while.

after?Who can guarantee that there will be a future?

The Taoist nun in white raised her head: "Why do you insist on telling her the truth, isn't it good now?"

"Because she should know this." Mrs. Song pressed her hand on the doorknob, she was silent for a moment without looking back, but her tone became somewhat hoarse.

"It's not good for her to know these things." The tone of Taoist nun in white was very pale and powerless.

"Whether it is beneficial or not, I don't care, but this is what I should give her."

Mrs. Song turned her head, her side face was in the dappled corridor, showing an impenetrable depth, her eyes reflected the brilliant brilliance of the stained glass windows.

Her voice was faint, as if it came from beyond the horizon, almost dejectedly hoarse: "After all, she is my daughter...the daughter I gave birth to myself."

The Taoist nun in white clenched her fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms.

The door was closed, as if two worlds were separated.

There was a faint sound of bells, coming from the original bell tower of Song's Manor, leisurely startled a crowd of white pigeons.

On the floor, there is light, stained glass windows, and the shadows of flying birds pass by.

The Taoist nun in white let go of her hands, covered her face, and bowed deeply in the wheelchair, curled up exhaustedly, like a crying child...

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"Who and so plays a piece ~ a piece of wandering ~ sad ~"

"Follow the direction of the sound of the zither~ The rose is attached to an oil painting from the [-]th century——"

Alia hummed a song, and led her little lotus back to the hotel.

It's still the hotel managed by the fat manager, it's still the super VIP gold card, it's still the young lady.

But at this time, the eldest lady will naturally not think that the fat manager is sugar-coated on a sugar-coated cannonball.

The plump manager's round body was like a pinball rolling on the ground, displaying flexible steps that were extremely inconsistent with his figure, and rushed in front of Alia.

"Hi, Miss, you're finally back!" The fat manager rubbed his hands, flattering him very bluntly: "We have a lot to do for you, please give us a chance!"

Aliya dislikes this kind of behavior the most, she looks like a villain who is trying to gain power, and she will definitely not pretend to be this kind of person.

So she patted the fat manager's shoulder with a happy smile, and said warmly: "If you want to, let's have some snacks first? I'm a little hungry."

"Come here, and I'll deliver it to your room—our dim sum chef is a famous Su-style dim sum master!"

"Work hard, add more red bean paste!"

"No problem! Enough red bean paste!"

"That's good..."

Aliya nodded in satisfaction, and walked to the top floor of her presidential suite with the lotus.

Although they only stayed for half a day, Aliya still gave her friends a part-time room benefit.

After all, the family has money, so she wouldn't be so picky about this kind of normal consumption——