The woman is Bai Xiyun, the third wife of the owner of Su Zhengsheng, Su Zhengsheng. Her natal family is engaged in transportation business, which is not big or small. Bai Xiyun was considered a wealthy lady before she got married, and she has always been arrogant. But to Song Qingzhi and Su Meng, it seems that

It's not just arrogance. "Haha, sister-in-law, don't say that." Another woman said, "Xiaomeng and Xiaobo are so handsome. They are both talented."

This is Liu Meihua, the wife of Su Zhengsheng's younger brother, Su Yisheng.

Bai Xiyun then raised her head, stared at the two of them and said, "It's true, they all have faces that can seduce people."

Song Qingzhi squeezed the nervous Su Meng's hand soothingly and smiled at the two women.

Bai Xiyun was stunned, but Liu Meihua looked at Su Meng and said with a smile: "Xiao Meng is so beautiful. Would you like aunt to introduce you to a beautiful sister to hug and close your eyes at night?"

The veins on Song Qingchi's neck popped out. This woman deliberately said sister, not daughter-in-law or wife. She was deliberately insulting the brother she held dear to her heart...

Su Meng shrank behind Song Qingzhi and said timidly: "No, pretty sister, I just hold Qingzhi and close my eyes."

The other three were stunned, and for a long time a woman's laughter could be heard.

"Hey, madam, look at these two brothers, please close your eyes together!" Liu Meihua smiled so much that she bent over, her breasts under her low collar trembling.

Bai Xiyun did not smile, but stared closely at the hands held by the two people, frowned and cursed: "Disgusting."

"Brother." Su Ling walked in step by step. Song Qingchi frowned, but before he could speak, Su Meng beat him to it. "Xiao Ling, how could you break into the Song Mansion!" After speaking, he glanced secretly.

Song Qingzhi's expression looked good and he didn't get angry.

"I'm here to take my brother home." Su Ling seemed stunned for a moment, a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled slightly. Before, Su Meng would have followed him carelessly, but now it felt strange.

Su Meng looked at Su Ling's face, anxiously trying to see something in his eyes, but she still couldn't. I don't know since when, he couldn't see the emotion in his brother's eyes.

"Su Ling, what do you know?" Song Qingchi suddenly spoke and stared at Su Ling.

"Why does Master Song keep meeting his brother?" Su Ling asked back, staring straight at Song Qingchi.

Ha! Song Qingchi gave a sneer and raised his chin slightly, "Of course he cares about Ameng. If he cares, he will naturally pay attention to everything."

Su Ling also smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Su Ling thanked Master Song on behalf of my brother."

"You!" Song Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, why? Why do you stand for him! What I want to do is my business!

Su Ling looked at his brother, his handsome and childish face was full of worry. He said in a depressed tone: "Brother, you disappear as soon as something happens, which always makes me worried. My parents are also worried about my brother."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Xiao Ling." Su Meng said uncomfortably and scratched the tip of her nose. Then she looked at Song Qingchi and said, "Qingchi, I'd better go back first. This time it's my fault that I was too impulsive and didn't worry about anything."

Song Qingzhi met Su Meng's eyes, and even though he didn't like what he said, he still laughed like the ice melting, "Okay, it's all up to Ah Meng."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Su Ling bowed slightly and stretched out his hand towards Su Meng, "Let's go, brother."

Su Meng looked at that hand for a moment, then felt moved. She also got out of bed and reached out to hold it. She turned around and smiled at Song Qingchi, "Qingchi, I'm leaving."

Song Qingchi withdrew his gaze and stared at the hand, then smiled at Su Meng and said, "Ah Meng, go slowly, go back and take good care of yourself."

After the two of them had been gone for a long time, Song Qingchi raised his hand and swept the tea cup down, stood up and stamped his feet, gritting his teeth and said: "Ah ah ah, you can hold hands no matter what, they are no longer brothers and you still don't keep distance!"

"Master Song?" the housekeeper called worriedly from outside.

"Nothing," Song Qingchi changed his expression and posture instantly, and said calmly: "I accidentally dropped the teacup, let someone clean it up."

"Well, Mr. Song, please don't touch it randomly, or you may cut your hand!" The housekeeper ordered people to come in. The girl did not dare to look at Mr. Song's face, so she hurriedly cleaned up and left.

"snort!"

Song Qingzhi turned over on the bed, pulled over the quilt with Su Meng's remaining warmth, turned his back and closed his eyes.

When Po Feng came in, his vigorous and resolute Mr. Song was wrapped in a ball in the quilt, with only the top of his head sticking out.

Po Feng stood silently for a moment, then disappeared silently.

Su Meng was carefully bathed by Song Qingchi, and even after changing her clothes, she still had her eyes closed.

Song Qingchi looked at Su Meng. This was the second time he was lying on his bed.

As he watched, he suddenly felt a little angry. This man was always in trouble. Fortunately, he had himself.

Ah Meng, do you care so much about your life experience? Yes, Ah Meng is so kind. Rather than being shocked, he is more sad, self-blaming, and even ashamed, right?

"Po Feng," Song Qingzhi ordered, "go find out if Ameng is from the Su family."

Po Feng Zheng Gu wanted to leave, but was stopped by Song Qingzhi, "This is unnecessary, go and find out where the stuff about A Meng's life experience came from in the market!"

The Su family is a wealthy family. How could such a secret about Ameng's life experience suddenly come out in the market? Where did ordinary people hear about such things? Furthermore, why was it such a coincidence that Ameng happened to hear about it?

"Qingchi." A weak voice sounded.

Song Qingchi exclaimed, "Ameng, you're awake!" He quickly ran over and helped Su Meng, who was about to get up, while placing a soft pillow behind him.

Su Meng smiled and said with a pale face, "Thank you so much."

In the past, whenever Su Meng laughed, Song Qingchi would laugh along with her. But this time, Song Qingchi frowned and said softly: "Don't laugh."

"Huh?" Su Meng was a little confused.

Song Qingzhi raised his hand and stroked Su Meng's head, staring straight into Su Meng's eyes. There was no smile in his eyes, only reluctance and pain.

So, Song Qingzhi said slowly: "You are forcing yourself."

Su Meng's smile froze.

Song Qingzhi stroked Su Meng's back and sighed, "Ameng, now I would rather you cry than see you smile. I don't want you to force yourself, never. Don't laugh when you're obviously sad."

Then, Song Qingchi saw Su Meng's face covered with tears, crying silently and motionless.

"My mother said that when you are sad, it is good to have someone to hold you. When you fall, it is good to have someone to catch you." Song Qingchi said while wiping his tears.

Su Meng finally couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Song Qingchi tightly, burst into tears, and beat Song Qingchi's back while crying.

I don't know how long I cried until Su Meng felt tired, but Song Qingzhi still hugged him hard.

"Have I lost everything? Those people are right, I no longer have the status of the eldest son of the Su family. My previous Zhang Yang was just like a clown." Su Meng finally raised her head and looked at Song Qingchi.

Song Qingzhi looked at Su Meng like this, and his heart ached as if he was being grabbed. "How could it be? Ah Meng just lost a so-called identity. There are many people who love you. Even if others don't want you,
Chapter completed!