Song Yuzhang

"Fifth Lord, Second Master Meng, please go down and have a chat."

Wan Lan's voice was crisp and clear, and the two people in the room could hear clearly. Meng Tingjing was hesitating, but Song Yuzhang, who was being strangled by him, said calmly—"Come right away."

Meng Tingjing immediately glared at Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang was still the same, smiling, just smiling helplessly, "Go down first, the elder brother called us, we will talk about anything later."

Meng Tingjing couldn't believe that Song Yuzhang would be so calm, but yes, if this person hadn't been for some city government, how could he dare to recognize the name "Song Yuzhang", as if nothing had happened, and he didn't show any flaws.

Meng Tingjing's expression changed, and finally he let go of his sleeves.

After the shackles were lifted, Song Yuzhang touched his neck, but he couldn't stop laughing instead of feeling pain.

Meng Tingjing looked unhappy, "What are you laughing at?"

"Then what are you pinching me for?"

"I asked you something, and you answered it!"

Song Yuzhang put his hand down, looked at Meng Tingjing's still angry face, restrained his smile, and said solemnly, "I'm laughing..." He approached the door as he spoke, opened the door before he finished speaking, "I'm laughing You look pretty when you're angry."

Song Yuzhang slipped away after finishing speaking, walked down briskly and calmly, shaking his head while going down the stairs, what kind of madness did this little white face suddenly go, because he was angry that he misunderstood the relationship between the two on the boat, how offensive was his speech and behavior?That wouldn't be the case, would it?Didn't you lose your temper on the boat?Suddenly came running in a huff... what do you mean?

Song Yuzhang went downstairs, and went down to the reception hall under the guidance of the servants. The Song family members were all there, and there was a beautiful woman sitting beside Song Jincheng.

"Your sister-in-law."

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Meng Sushan was also stunned when she saw Song Yuzhang. She recovered and blushed involuntarily, "Are you the fifth younger brother? You look so good."

Song Yuzhang adhered to the principle of reticence, only smiled and nodded, and sat down on the vacant seat left for him.

"Where's Ting Jing?" Song Jincheng looked around the corridor.

Song Yuzhang remained silent, the servant poured tea for him, and he whispered "Thank you."

"What did brother Ting Jing tell you when he went upstairs?" Song Mingzhao said.

"Nothing to say."

Song Mingzhao smiled, "It seems that you and Brother Ting Jing got along very well during the two days at sea, and he will look for you as soon as he comes."

"Really?" Song Qiyuan raised one leg and glanced at Song Yuzhang, "Fifth brother, that's right, we made friends so quickly."

"Who is friends with him."

Meng Tingjing's voice came through the air, and everyone in the Song family looked over. Meng Tingjing smiled at them calmly, "Should I be his savior?"

"Ting Jing, you really..." Meng Sushan laughed.

Meng Tingjing sat down next to Song Yuzhang without changing his face, as if the two of them really "didn't say anything" upstairs, "Brother Yuzhang, are you right?"

Song Yuzhang held a teacup in his hand and nodded slightly, "Everything Brother Ting Jing says is right."

It seemed that Meng Tingjing had a good relationship with the Song family, and it was said that they were asked to go down to talk, Song Yuzhang became the fringe, but Meng Tingjing became the protagonist.

"I heard that you also saved the son of the Chen family."

"Yes, he returned from France, and he was also on the Peony."

"That's a coincidence. You also saved your future brother-in-law."

"It's impossible to tell if the horoscope has not been written yet."

Meng Tingjing raised her legs, and her toes seemed to have inadvertently rubbed against Song Yuzhang's trousers, "Brother Yuzhang, what do you think?"

Song Yuzhang kept holding the teacup all the time, but he remained motionless after hearing the words, "For the matter of marriage, let's ask Yuelao."

After a few chats, it was almost time. Song Jincheng wanted to see off the guests, but Meng Tingjing was of course evasive. After a few words back and forth, Song Yuzhang suddenly said, "Brother, let me see you off." He looked at Meng Tingjing with a gentle and generous smile, "After all, it's me savior."

The Song family is big, the parking place is quite far from the entrance hall, Song Yuzhang walked beside Meng Tingjing, stepping on the soft lawn under his feet, he felt a little distressed, "Brother Tingjing."

Meng Tingjing ignored him.

"Are you angry at me because of brother Hanmin?"

Song Yuzhang glanced at people, Meng Tingjing's side face was still as cold as ice in the night.

"Brother Ting Jing?"

Meng Tingjing strode forward without saying a word. When he reached the front of the car, he turned his head and locked his eyes on Song Yuzhang's face, as if he wanted to imprint something on Song Yuzhang's face, "Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, I will come pick you up."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a while, leaned over and opened the car door beside him for him, "Let me pick you up."

Meng Tingjing said: "Stop talking nonsense, 10 o'clock."

Song Yuzhang admitted that there were indeed some "bad" elements in himself, and he would always have high pleasure to tease this kind of arrogant nobleman. He lightly pursed his lower lip, and said with a half-smile: "If I don't agree Woolen cloth."

Meng Tingjing's face was livid, wishing he could immediately grab Song Yuzhang by the collar and stuff him into the car, then take him directly to the pier and throw him back into the sea.

"Do you dare?" Meng Tingjing said coldly.

Song Yuzhang's smile deepened, "Oh, I dare not."

After being subdued by him, Meng Tingjing somehow didn't feel like he had the upper hand. He always felt that Song Yuzhang was playing with him. The more angry he was, the more interesting Song Yuzhang seemed to find it.

This person really doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth!

Meng Tingjing's chest was rolling, and before getting into the car, she couldn't hold back, and gave Song Yuzhang a hard look.

Song Yuzhang smiled and closed the car door for him, "Brother Ting Jing, see you tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, Meng Tingjing's face twisted again, as if he was about to jump out of the window and grab him again. Song Yuzhang couldn't help smiling when he saw his awkward and funny look.

This laugh made Meng Tingjing hardly sleep well all night, tossing and turning on the bed, thinking that she was like a clown.

After waking up early, Meng Tingjing didn't eat a bite of food, her face was so heavy that she was dripping, and she went to the pier on an empty stomach, and scolded everyone at the pier, even the water birds parked on the shore were scolded away by him.

After venting his pent-up anger happily, Meng Ting sat in the office and ate sugar biscuits. The master craftsman on the side of the pier baked the biscuits thin and crispy. The syrup and cooked sesame seeds made it crispy when he bit into it.

Practically speaking, he might as well not be so annoyed.

Can anyone of the four brothers of the Song family see that this is not the real brother?

So you can't blame him at all, it's because that bastard is too good at pretending, if he doesn't say it, maybe no one will be able to see it.

Meng Tingjing ate the sesame seed cakes slowly, thinking what if he really didn't say anything, then "Song Yuzhang" wouldn't be able to dance for a few days, and the brothers of the Song family would run on dead people, after all, they weren't his brothers, nor did they eat anything. The meal of his Meng family.

But if this bastard shows his feet, he will be ashamed too. The Song family's blood confusion is a small thing, but it's a big deal for him, Second Master Meng, to do such a stupid thing.

Or find a reason to take the person to the suburbs to deal with it. Now that the outside is so chaotic, there are often things that kill people with cold shots. Anyway, the Song family can't wait to have this person, and no one will care.

This matter has to be arranged properly, and it can't be too hasty, and nothing can go wrong this time. Meng Tingjing wiped the sugar scum all over her mouth with a handkerchief, and achieved peace of mind in her violent imagination. A sugar cookie smile.

Although he planned to kill Song Yuzhang quietly, Meng Tingjing went to pick up Song's family on time, and he was not late at all. Rushed out, "Young master, Wan Lan said that Fifth Master Song is not here, so she went out early in the morning."

Meng Tingjing kept a frozen face, strangely not feeling any anger, and said calmly, "Then go back to the pier."

On the way back, Meng Tingjing's mind seemed to be numb. There was a thunderbolt in his heart, and a blunt knife cut in his heart for a while.

call him dead.

And it must make his death miserable.

Meng Tingjing's eyes were fixed on the air, and she was almost dazed thinking about it.

"Yo--"

The driver in front suddenly yelled, "Young master, do you think that is Song Wuye?!"

Like an owl at night, Meng Tingjing quickly and vigilantly looked in the direction indicated by the driver.

The pier near noon is much more lively than in the morning. There are ships docking and leaving the port. Workers on the pier are unloading goods and carrying them one by one with shirtless shirts. A tall and slender man stands among the tanned cargo workers. He was talking with someone, and he picked up one of the workers' goods, shook his shoulder, and then smiled.

"I'm no better than you, but I still have some strength."

Song Yuzhang smiled and unloaded the wooden box on his shoulders with the workers. He patted the dust on his hands, looked back at Meng Tingjing who was standing beside the car, and waved at the people.

Meng Tingjing ignored her with a gloomy face, turned her head and walked to the office.

Song Yuzhang followed with his hands behind his back.

Almost everyone on the pier was watching them.

It's not uncommon for young masters, and it's not unusual for young masters to be furious, but it's quite unusual for a young master who is furious to be followed by a beautiful man with a gentle smile.

Song Yuzhang leisurely followed Meng Tingjing, seeing Meng Tingjing's flamboyant figure, so he smiled slightly, feeling that the other person was like a rose with thorns, his temper was really bad, and he was really beautiful.

For this kind of people, he is interested in teasing, but he is not interested in talking, for fear of pricking his mouth.

Meng Tingjing's office is located in a high position, with a few stairs up, similar to a watchtower by the sea. Once inside, there is a large window, and the sea scenery can be seen clearly and brightly.

"close the door."

Song Yuzhang touched the door and was about to close it, but stopped, and turned to Meng Tingjing with a smile: "It's closed, you won't come to pinch my neck again, will you?"

Meng Tingjing's gaze stayed on his neck for a moment, but there was no trace on it.

"Why don't you wait for me at Song's house?"

"I went to the bank with my eldest brother in the morning, and I forgot the time before I knew it. It was too late to go home. I called Meng's house and wanted to talk to you. The servant said that you were at the pier, and the pier is far away from the bank. Recently, I rushed here and wanted to stop you, but it was too late, so I missed it." Song Yuzhang closed the door, speaking slowly, with a very gentle tone and attitude, "It's my fault, I apologize to you apologize."

Since last night, Meng Tingjing has been filled with endless anger like a balloon, and she can't get rid of it. After barking on the pier, she only temporarily suppressed it. She didn't receive Song Yuzhang when she went to Song's house. The anger in her life multiplied and multiplied, and now, Meng Tingjing felt that she was really a little discouraged, unreasonable, and somehow felt a little comfortable.

Song Yuzhang walked a little closer to him, and Meng Tingjing smelled the clean smell on his body, the smell of his old clothes.

"Ting Jing," Song Yuzhang removed the word "brother" and whispered, "Don't be angry with me."

Meng Tingjing stood without saying a word, and after a long time, he let out a vague "heh" from his throat.