Chapter 4

To describe the other party as an old man is right and wrong.

Apart from the typical half-white hair on his head, old man Sheng has a ruddy complexion and a bright smile. He looks at most in his fifties, and there is still a distance from the seventy-year-old man Fu Zining mentioned.

"I'm late." Sheng Zhenguo said with a smile, looked around, and saw Song Weiyi sitting next to Rong Jingan with satisfaction.

Even though he saw this little girl for the first time, what made him more satisfied was that the real person was more beautiful than the photos, especially when the head was lowered, revealing the snow-white neck, which made people tremble even more.

"What is Old Sheng talking about? We have just arrived." Rong Jingan chuckled, with an amiable attitude, showing obvious compliments and groveling.

"Wei Wei, why are you still sitting in a daze? Why don't you say hello to Mr. Sheng?" As soon as Rong Jing'an said this, the audience's attention immediately shifted to Song Wei's body.

With his head down, Song's only patience was almost broken, and he really didn't miss a chance, because he was afraid that old man Sheng wouldn't see him under the eyes of everyone, right?

As a last resort, Song Weiyi stood up and turned towards old man Sheng, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a standard smile with eight teeth.

Dad, you forced me to do this!

"Good evening, Grandpa Sheng." Song Weiwei blinked his big and moist eyes, and greeted him in an unbelievably obedient manner.

However, the sound of Grandpa Sheng made the smiles of Fu Zining and Rong Jingan froze at the corners of their mouths.

Grandpa Sheng? What nonsense is this damn girl talking about?

"Your child, just call him Uncle Sheng or Old Sheng." Fu Zining patted Song Weiyi's shoulder with her right hand a few times, and said angrily.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Auntie, I called you wrong." Song Weiyi hurriedly lowered his head, with a panicked expression.

Fu Zining and Rong Jing'an were patronizing pimps, so how could they know that the act of specially pulling her out to brush her face and asking her to say hello to Mr. Sheng already exposed a lot of information?

"It's okay, it's just a kid's joke, don't take it to heart."

When Song Weiyi heard this, he complained wildly in his heart.

Uncle Sheng, since you also know that I am a child, why do you have the nerve to make such a perverted request?

Not long after they sat down, a row of waiters came out with plates in their hands. The moment they opened the door, Song Weiyi could smell the strong aroma of vegetables.

A full twelve plates, accompanied by extremely high-end red wine.

Elder Sheng sat in the very center, with Song Weiyi on the left and her half-brother Fu Xiuyan on the right. This arrangement was extremely unreasonable at first, but because it was requested by Elder Sheng, he said it was with two young children. Talking, so it became such a ranking.

"Only one, don't just stand there, pour wine for Sheng Lao." Rong Jingan ordered impatiently.

"Yes, Dad." Song Weiyi gritted his teeth.

"This child is really cute and cute. For so many years, I have always wanted a daughter, but my wish was not fulfilled. It's a trick of luck."

Song Weiyi shook his hand, and the red wine immediately splashed onto Sheng Lao's clothes who were talking.

"Ah..." Song Weiwei was so frightened that he couldn't move for a while while holding the bottle, and the liquid was still pouring down.

This scene made Rong Jingan almost vomit blood with anger.

"One and only, quickly remove the bottle, didn't you see that you have wet Sheng's clothes? Why can't you do this little thing well?" Rong Jingan got up, his handsome face was replaced by anger.

"Dad...Dad...Yes...I'm sorry...It's all my fault, I'm clumsy." Song Weiyi was so frightened that his face paled, his eyes were red, and he began to cry.

"You are really stupid, what do you think you have done to Sheng Lao's clothes?"

The calmest thing is Sheng Lao.

When other people were either nervous or angry, Old Sheng didn't even say a word, but just took this opportunity to look at Song Weiyi and Rong Jing'an.

Is this really an accident, or an "accident" discussed by their father and daughter? Could it be that Rong Jingan is not willing to marry this daughter to him?

Old Sheng sneered in his heart, unwilling? Fu Zining had promised well back then, if they dared to go back on their word, he would have thousands of ways to make them regret it.

"Okay, don't blame the child, she's about to cry." Old Sheng got up, and patted Song Weiyi's shoulder tenderly.

Through the fabric, his behavior still made Song Weiyi feel very uncomfortable, and she was also glad that she had the foresight to come out wearing a small coat.

"It's just that the clothes are wet, I'll just go and change."

As soon as Sheng Lao left, Rong Jingan's emotions, which had been calmed down by his comforting, rose again.

The sound of "pa" was the sound of Rong Jingan slapping the table.

"Only, did you do it on purpose? This kind of low-level mistake and clumsy method, don't think I can't see it!"

Clumsy means?

Song Weiwei shook his head tremblingly: "Father, what are you talking about? Why did I do it on purpose? That Uncle Sheng is a big shot at first glance, and I deliberately offended him. Didn't I ask for death? Besides, I also What reason did you do it on purpose?"

This sentence, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Yes, of course there are reasons, such as not wanting to marry Mr. Sheng?

Rong Jingan couldn't help but reflect, what could this girl see?

It shouldn't be!

"Okay, okay, it's all accidents, don't blame the only one." Fu Zining made a siege, "The only one, Uncle Sheng is indeed a big man who cannot be offended, so next time, you must not make any more mistakes, understand?"

Speaking of this, the momentum already has a faint oppression and fierceness.

"I know, Auntie." Song Weiyi nodded affirmatively.

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The knock on the door "Knock Knock" caught the attention of the people in the box.

Rong Jingan thought it was a waiter, frowned and let people in directly.

The door opened, and there was a young man in ordinary clothes with two bags in his hands.

"Are you here?" Song Weiyi was so excited that tears filled his eyes, he got up and greeted him.

Seeing the two gift boxes in his hand, Song Weiyi frowned and leaned closer to Pei Yibai's ear.

"You're stupid. I told you not to buy gifts, but you just wanted to be taken advantage of." Looking at him, he looked like he hated iron.

Pei Yibai twitched the corners of his mouth, swallowed back the laughter that almost burst out of his mouth, and maintained a calm expression on his face.

"When you meet for the first time, you always have to be meaningful."

Forget it, this is also human nature, Song Weiyi thought.

Holding Pei Yibai's hand affectionately and turning to face the Fu family, the only thing Song met was Rong Jingan's fire-spitting eyes.

"Song Weiwei, what are you doing?" His eyes stared at them, as if the flames were about to burst out in the next moment.

"Who is this? Who allowed you to bring outsiders to our own family's banquet?"

As he spoke, he glared at Pei Yibai sharply.

The man opposite was very young and dressed in ordinary clothes. Rong Jingan estimated at a glance that his clothes, including the watch and glasses, were less than one thousand yuan.

To Rong Jingan's surprise, under his angry gaze and reprimand, the man's expression didn't change a bit, and even the slightly upturned smile on the corner of his mouth remained exactly the same as the one he just came in.