Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Song Tanzheng and Song Ansong were in full swing, and you made a fuss with each other, only pulling your hair and scratching your face.

Even though Hua Yi had a thick skin, he didn't dare to get close to him, for fear of being accidentally injured, he took the time to watch from afar.

Cheng Xuehong caught up with him, and was about to ask him why he didn't move forward, but when he looked ahead, his footsteps also stopped subconsciously, and he instantly understood that it's better not to get involved in the fight between gods and gods.

Song Ansong couldn't say a word again because of Song Tan's resentment, he was so angry that he frowned and panted, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Cheng Xuehong looking at them with disbelief.

Too bad, Cheng Xuehong can't be made to think he's so aggressive!

Song Ansong changed into a cute and charming look in an instant, "Third brother, whatever you say is what you say."

Song Tan watched his attitude turn 180 degrees, and couldn't help feeling that his younger brother could really become a famous actor if he entered the theater.

He applauded intentionally a few times to express his admiration, "What are you pretending to be virtuous and virtuous here? Do you want to recite "Female Virtue" by heart?"

"I'm a boy..." Song Ansong said in a low voice.

Cheng Xuehong felt distressed when he saw such grievances, he stepped up to Song Ansong, protected him and behind him, he looked directly at Song Tan and said: "Sister-in-law, Ansong is still young, if there is something ignorant place, you tell me."

The prince is a prince after all, and his status is a bit higher than him, Song Tan naturally did not dare to ridicule Song Ansong anymore.

Song Tan looked at Song Ansong with a smile on his face: "My brother, it's too late for me to love him."

Seeing his kind eyes, Song Ansong shivered abruptly, then hid behind Cheng Xuehong.

Cheng Xuehong immediately turned his head and spoke softly to comfort him.

Hua Yi walked over calmly, and said to Song Tan who acted as a light bulb: "Okay, I spent a lot of time with them. I'm a little tired. Madam, can you take me to your bedroom to rest for a while?"

Song Tan wished to stay away from this pair of dogs and men, Hua Yi's opening, naturally he had to agree.

He took Hua Yi back to his residence in the Song Mansion, and opened the door.

Song Tan froze on the spot, couldn't help but let out an ah.

"What's the matter?" Hua Yi asked, he glanced at the layout of the room, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Song Tan regained his senses, walked in angrily, and pointed at the furniture in the room.

His face was about to become distorted, and he pointed to a bookshelf and shouted: "I put a pair of firefly blue ceramic vases here, it's gone!"

He pointed to another desk and said, "There is also a pair of tortoiseshell fulou rings, it's gone!"

Song Tan gritted his teeth and said, "I move my display as soon as I walk, it's too deceptive!"

Hua Yi also entered the room, he looked around, the windows were bright and clean, spotless, elegant and detached.

"You can just live in the station, how about I buy those things back for you?"

Song Tan sat down on the side of the bed in dismay. He didn't answer Hua Yi's words. An indelible memory, a past full of turmoil and fireworks.

But now this family has quietly and mercilessly wiped away all traces of his existence. He never thought that Cui Qin could do such an amazing job. Everything in the house is showing that: he can only be regarded as a An outsider, the Song Mansion is no longer his home.

Hua Yi walked up to him and sat down, seeming to understand the distress in his heart, he said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you don't want this house, you can decorate and fix it in the future."

Song Tan kicked his foot in the air, still unafraid, without saying a word.

Hua Yi sighed slightly, and coaxed him softly: "The past should not be admonished, but the coming can still be pursued. The matter has come to this point, you put it down, sulking in vain will only add to your unhappiness, are they right? Lost."

Song Tan didn't know these ways of life again, he just couldn't dispel the resentment in his heart for a while.

He said lightly: "Hua Yi, if you and I reconcile, I will really be alone and never have a place to live."

Hua Yi was startled for a moment, and then chuckled, "What do you mean by reconciliation? I was afraid that you would not want me, and half of the family property would be shared with you. With so much money, you can buy as many houses as you like."

Song Tan heard the words, got up immediately, frowned and said to Hua Yi: "It's different, you can't buy things like feelings!"

Hua Yi nodded approvingly, "Okay, okay, then let's cultivate our relationship well."

Song Tan sighed resignedly, "Okay."

Hua Yi looked at Song Tan's appearance, he just smiled, and he just waited for him, after all, love is something that takes one's entire life.

Song Mansion always entertained guests with great fanfare and extravagance. Through the red walls and green tiles, red buildings and green terraces, the noise was loud all the way, Hua Yi and Song Tan were ushered to the dining hall.

In the middle of the hall is a red lacquered pear flower wood round table with a square of [-] feet. Song Chengping and Cui Qin are sitting on the left and right, and Cheng Xuehong and Song Ansong are also sitting in the middle.

Hua Yi and Song Tan saluted the middle-aged couple according to the etiquette.

Song Chengping was very happy and nodded for them to sit down.

There are dozens of candlesticks in the hall, almost as bright as day.

There are several sets of bowls, chopsticks and wine cups on the table. As for the dishes, there are all delicacies from mountains and seas, and there are also several plates of salty and sour, candied fruit, and seasonal fruits on display;

The bowls, plates, cups, cups, spoons, and chopsticks are all made of sterling silver. Under the candlelight, they emit delicate and quiet reflections. .

The meal was lukewarm, and Song Tan couldn't bear what his father had to say, so he ate with a blank expression.

Song Chengping was very dog-legged, and occasionally said compliments to Cheng Xuehong, which made Song Ansong's jaw go up and he was extremely proud, and Cui Qin was also smiling from ear to ear.

He picked up a piece of crab and placed it on the plate in front of Cheng Xuehong, "I heard that the third prince has learned a lot and his articles are excellent. It can be described as a dragon and a phoenix."

Cheng Xuehong was inexplicably praised, and he subconsciously glanced at Hua Yi.

Hua Yi picked up a chopsticks dish for Song Tan, and told him to drink and eat slowly, and when he raised his head, he met Cheng Xuehong's gaze, "Look at me, my father-in-law praised you."

Cheng Xuehong coughed lightly, "Cousin is the real good scholar, and the eloquent and powerful "On the Mallard Bird" is so amazing that my father and emperor praised it."

Song Tan became interested, stopped his chopsticks, and looked sideways at Hua Yi, "You wrote that article?"

Seeing that the topic turned to Hua Yi, Song Ansong hurriedly asked, "What article?"

Song Tan reminded him with a smile: "It's the one you recited hundreds of times with tears and snot all over your nose, and the one that you almost smashed your palms to pieces and couldn't recite it!"

Song Ansong recalled that period of the past, it was so tragic and sad, he gasped in fright.

Hua Yi raised his eyebrows, "Wouldn't you think I'm still your childhood shadow?"

Cheng Xuehong thought silently, you are still my childhood shadow.

Hua Yi said lightly again: "When I wrote the article on what, I was not yet a weak crown, and the young man drank too much. Then I talked nonsense, and I can't remember clearly."

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