Chapter 1752

Song Zhengde, Yanjing Song family!

As one of the nine families in Yanjing, the Song family is not only a well-known family in China, but also Meng Ran's family!

However, for Meng dianyan, behind the Song family in Yanjing, it is not the kinship whose blood is thicker than the water, but bearing the hatred of a generation of robbing immortals for thousands of years!

The love affair between Song Shuling and Meng Chang'an in the last generation was obstructed by the families of both sides, and even more by the coldness and reproach of relatives.

Meng ran still clearly remembers that at Song Shuling's funeral, from childhood to adulthood, she never went to Jiangbei to see Meng Ran's uncles and aunts, as well as Meng Ran's grandmother, were all present!

They came to song Shuling's funeral not to mourn, but to smash!

Meng Ran's grandmother, in front of Meng ran and Su Fangfei, crushed the portrait of song Shuling in the Lingtang!

Even today, Meng Ran is still unable to imagine how much hatred her so-called grandmother has for her own daughter. Even if she died, she was not willing to let her rest in peace!

The scenes of the past float up in the heart, making Meng ran a little silent under the heart of the road, angry suddenly!

"Pa!"

Meng ran inadvertently leaked a trace of murderous gas, Sheng Sheng will Meng ran under the body of the soft chair, shock into a ground of sawdust!

This horrible murderous air, even if only a trace, instantly makes the temperature in the villa drop by dozens of degrees!

Glass doors and windows, immediately out of a thick layer of frost, people only feel like falling into the ice cellar!

"Xiaoran..."

Su Fangfei, trembling in her delicate body, resisted the piercing chill and gently held Meng Ran's palm.

Meng ran realized that he had lost his state of mind and quickly converged to kill. The temperature in the villa was restored as usual.

"I'm sorry, I just remember something."

Meng Ran's eyelids droop, do not want to let song Shuling see the anger in his eyes.

"Xiaoran, you Do you know that the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is your grandfather's birthday? I don't think I've ever told you? "

Song Shuling looks at Aizi unexpectedly. The seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is the birthday of song Zhengde, the leader of the Song family. Meng Chang'an doesn't know about this. How does Meng ran know about it?

"My aunt told me." Meng ran casually made up an excuse to prevaricate in the past, but she didn't expect it, which aroused song Shuling's suspicion even more.

"Four sisters? After she went back to Yanjing, she didn't hear from her. She never contacted me again. How could she tell you your grandfather's birthday

Because Meng ran was too angry and ignored this problem, his body was not stiff, which reflected that there were some things that "self" at this time should not have known at all!

"This..."

Just as Meng Ran is struggling with how to hide from this strong woman, a burst of cell phone ring rings suddenly.

"This mobile phone number, is ningfeixuan?" Meng ran quickly connected the phone, trying to divert song Shuling's attention.

"Meng ran, you and aunt Ling go down the mountain, Yanjing Song family came, he wants to see you and aunt Ling."

Sure enough!

"Where are you now?" Meng ran said calmly.

"I went to the airport with Xiao Gao to meet uncle Dong. We are at the foot of Xiufeng mountain now. If you want to disperse the cold fog on the mountain, we can drive up directly."

"No time. I'm having dinner with my mother. Let him wait at the foot of the mountain." Meng ran cold words from the mobile phone, the cold even Ning Feixuan are some at a loss.

"You? Hello, Hello, Hello

Ning Feixuan also want to say something, a burst of "Dudu Du" voice, from the mobile phone.

Meng ran actually hung up the phone directly!