"When will the third one arrive?" Between the eyebrows, there was an angry old man of song, who drank a low sentence.

In the heart of Uncle Dong, the housekeeper stood beside him to help.

He glanced around and, taking advantage of the public's attention, focused on the rich men on the red carpet. Then he bowed forward and whispered:

"the bodyguards arranged at the airport have successfully received the third lady and their family, but..."

Dongshu's voice was shaking with three points. It seemed that without song Zhengde's permission, the next sentence did not dare to say.

"Just what?" Song Zhengde had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Only the bodyguard said that they only received the third lady and her husband, and did not see the figure of the young man you mentioned."

Dong Shu almost trembled and finished this sentence. He hung down his head and did not dare to look at Song Zhengde.

However, song Zhengde didn't get as angry as Uncle Dong imagined. Instead, he just had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

"Sir, do you see?" East uncle tries to say.

"Do you think that wild animal will come?" Song Zhengde, who was leaning on the golden nanmu cane with both hands, nodded to the distinguished guests for his birthday and asked coldly.

"Master, you have specially sent out the invitation card. What's more, the third lady and his father are all here. How can he not come? And when he was in Jiangzhou City, he said personally that he had prepared the birthday gift for you in advance, so... "

"So you think he will come, but you don't know why he separated from the third Dong Ruo Guanhuo, the master of Song Dynasty, directly expressed his inner thoughts.

East uncle nodded again and again.

After a long silence, song Zhengde suddenly began to smile, "my grandson, I really don't play cards according to common sense. Well, I'll see what kind of surprise you can give me

After that, he ordered his second son song Junchen to drive to meet song Shuling and his wife.

"Congratulations on the eighth birthday of song Laoba, and wish him happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan."

Ning Wentao took Ning Feixuan to congratulate him.

"The master of chengning's family has made a good speech." Song Zhengde and Ning Wentao have an empty talk with each other. They look at Ning Feixuan more and more and praise "xiaofeixuan is really becoming more and more watery."

He asked song Junxiong to welcome the father and daughter into the hall on the first floor of the hotel.

Song Zhengde looked at the few guests on the red carpet, and was full of expectation for the great ceremony of Meng Xianshi.

Today, on the occasion of his 80th birthday, song Zhengde will tell the world that mengxianshi in Jiangbei and the first person in Huaxia tianbang are his grandson!

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As the host of the Song family's birthday party, the first floor and second floor of the Huangdu hotel were all emptied and rearranged to entertain guests from all over the country.

Of course, the real guests are all seated in the hall on the first floor.

On the second floor, their status was obviously worse than that of the rich officials.

"Song, I'm so grateful to you for coming to the banquet. There are still a few minutes to go before the birthday banquet begins. We should wait a little while. Later, someone in Song Dynasty will introduce a mysterious figure to you. "

Standing on the high platform, song Zhengde, holding the microphone in his hand, smiles slightly and deliberately sells the key.

The guests upstairs and downstairs were suspicious.

Even one side is being broadcast live TV cameras, the host is also solemnly prepared to pave the way.

Therefore, no one noticed, sitting in front of the banquet on the first floor, Ning Feixuan's pale face.

"He How could he? "

Ning Feixuan dead looking at that and himself is only separated from two tables, sitting in the center of the table on the banquet man.

The handsome, domineering and unruly young man is not wan Chengzhi, but who is it!?