Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

The steward of the Washington Mansion is a little confused, the wife has left, why does my lord go to the depths of the Song Mansion?But he still followed Hua Yi step by step.

He walked halfway, and several people walked towards him, respectfully saying that Mrs. Madam has an invitation, Hua Yi originally wanted to go to them, so naturally he accepted.

There was still some distance from the conference hall, and Hua Yi heard a burst of intermittent, greasy crying of a woman, presumably it was Song Tan's scheming stepmother.

Sure enough, as soon as Hua Yi entered the door, he saw Cui Qin lying on the chair, clutching a small handkerchief, weeping, beating her chest and stamping her feet, sobbing loudly, out of breath with tears in her eyes.

Song Chengping sat in the main seat, his face darker than the bottom of an old pot.

Cheng Xuehong and Song Ansong were sitting on the lower side. When he saw him coming, Cheng Xuehong hurriedly got up to greet him, "Cousin."

Hua Yi looked around, knowing that it was Song Tan who caused the trouble, so he asked Cheng Xuehong, "What's going on?"

Cheng Xuehong told Hua Yi verbatim what he knew, even the sentence that Song Tan said to Cui Qin: The white powder on the face fell down to two catties, and the blush was as red as a monkey's butt. I didn't forget to talk to Hua Yi.

Hua Yi thought for a moment about Song Tan's appearance of a person who looked elegant and exuberantly uttering such vulgar words, but it was indeed his style, it was really funny and cute.

He couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Song Chengping immediately patted the table, indicating that he was not serious, it was too much.

Cui Qin was also dissatisfied, she raised the pitch of her crying with a wow.

Hua Yi held back his smile, straightened his appearance, and coughed lightly, "Song Tan is going too far."

Cui Qin stopped crying all at once, thinking that she came to Huayi to tell right from wrong, Song Tan acted like this, disregarding his feelings, and didn't speak to his ward, in the end he was the one who lost him.

So she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, pretending to be a loving mother and trying to comfort her: "Don't blame him, he is such a petty person."

Song Ansong frowned, "Mother, he is so rude to you, why are you still talking to him!"

Cui Qin sighed softly, "You and him are both mother's children, so mothers naturally have to endure the child's naughtiness."

Song Ansong was about to speak again, but Cheng Xuehong hurriedly stopped him, leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't worry, from what I know about my cousin, he's not likely to blame Song Tan, you carefully offended him! He is really cruel!"

Song Ansong blinked in surprise, covered his mouth and swallowed the words that reached his throat.

Cheng Xuehong really understood Hua Yi.

Hua Yi didn't change his expression, he calmly faced Cui Qin and said: "I said Song Tan was too much, because he went home without waiting for me, leaving me alone in this dirty place. "

As soon as the words were finished, Cheng Xuehong handed Song Ansong a look: "Just look at me and tell me."

Cui Qin was taken aback, and started to cry again with an ouch, saying intermittently and over and over again: My life is not good, I worked hard to be my son, and now my son's family doesn't recognize her as a mother.

The more she cried and howled in front of everyone, the more Song Chengping felt that he was ashamed as the head of the family. He stood up with a gloomy face, "Hua Yi, I think you are a junior, but you can't just open your mouth!"

Hua Yi clicked his tongue, and he pushed the steward in front of him, who was watching his eyes, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, "Say, how is Song Mansion?"

"Song Mansion is good, with red buildings and green pavilions, so colorful! But..." the man rolled his eyes, and said respectfully to Hua Yi, "Compared to our Washington Mansion, which is designed by the current Emperor himself, the stacked mountains and rivers, It’s just ugly, and there’s a touch of nouveau riche in aesthetics.”

A servant dared to comment on his mansion, Song Chengping lost face and was about to explode.

Hua Yi took the first step, and with a wave of his hand, he told the steward to go down.

"It's really nonsense! When it comes to nouveau riche, we in Washington can be called nouveau riche!"

Although he said so, his eyes kept looking at Song Chengping.

Song Ansong couldn't take it anymore, he always felt that the layout of the Song Mansion was colorful, elegant and unconventional, it really came from his aesthetics, "If you are impatient with the Song Mansion, why don't you hurry up and chase after Song Mansion?" Tan back to your Washington!"

Hua Yi glanced at Song Ansong playfully, and said meaningfully: "You little bastard really dares to talk."

Song Ansong suddenly remembered that this "Living King of Hades" was the one he was supposed to marry, and his face turned red and then white, white and then red again.

Cheng Xuehong bit the bullet and came out to smooth things over, he almost didn't dare to look at Hua Yi, "Cousin, An Song is outspoken, don't blame him."

Hua Yi let out a sigh, "Should I blame you? You can't discipline him well, it's because you are incapable of strengthening your husband, why don't you send him back to me, and I'll teach him how to behave?"

Cheng Xuehong's heart tightened, Song Ansong was indeed snatched from Hua Yi, and he recalled the fear of living in the shadow of Hua Yi who was "almighty" in those years.

This shadow has shrouded him for many years, and he has found other ways to sincerely try to curse Hua Yi not to be so talented, but to become demented immediately.

For example, he took his hair and wrapped it in talisman papers to ask Ox-nosed Taoist to do something, but Hua Yi, who was passing by, found him in less than a day, cornered him and the Taoist priest, and beat him up.

He faltered and couldn't speak.

One or two were frightened by Huayi like this, and Song Chengping couldn't stand it anymore, "Since Song Tan has left, the poor family of the Song Mansion is withered, and they are out of your sight, and the Huafu family is rich, why don't you go back earlier Enjoy!"

Clearly issued an order to expel the guests.

Hua Yi nodded approvingly, and said calmly: "Compared to the Song Mansion, my family is indeed very rich."

Suddenly he changed the subject, "However, Hua has always been a nouveau riche. The gold, silver, money, and wealth are all saved by our family bit by bit. I am very stingy."

Everyone in the room felt baffled, who didn't know that Hua Yi relied on the wealth left by his mother to be quite accomplished in how to spend money.

Cui Qin stopped crying, her heart trembled, a woman's intuition told her that things seemed to be getting worse.

Hua Yi continued: "Just then, the manager of the Hua Mansion told me again that when my wife brought back the things in the Washington Mansion, she did not take all of them with her, because some of them had already been given away by the Song Mansion. I'm back."

He looked at Song Chengping and Cui Qin indifferently, "Master Song, Mrs. Song, are you right?"

Yesterday he was the father-in-law, but today he has become Mr. Song. Song Chengping feels sorry for him. In terms of official position, his rank is much lower than that of Hua Yi!

Hua Yi's face is terribly indifferent, and his language is terribly alienated. In short, no matter what kind of expression, people can't escape the horror.

Seeing that they were silent, Hua Yi sneered, and continued: "I still have to talk about my wife. He doesn't care if someone borrows flowers to offer Buddha. Giving money to poor ghosts is not like that."

When Song Tan was mentioned, his face showed a relaxed look, "I have to teach him how to be diligent and thrifty in housekeeping."

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