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Chapter five hundred and fiftieth eight things about the old house

Song Yan reached out and pulled his clothes. He just gave her a look, and the look was also faint. Then he walked out of the kitchen with a bowl.

Song Yan glared at his back and whispered: "Why didn't you find out before? You're even stingier than me."

Didn’t he just scolded him a few times and even glared at her?

Song Yan brought out the prepared dishes in the kitchen.

The four of them formed a small reunion and had dinner around a small round table.

Su Ying opened a bottle of red wine, picked up Song Yan's cup, and was about to pour some for her, Ye Jue suddenly reached out and said, "Mom, Song Yan's wine taste is bad. If you make her faint, how can you meet my aunt in the afternoon?"

Song Yan's little face suddenly turned red. The last time she ate a glass of fruit wine at the Ma Family Hotel, she was like a drunk cat, and she didn't remember anything she did when she came back.

However, Ye Jue told her that she pestered him many times that night.

When she woke up, she was indeed sore in her back.

But, Ye Jue said this in public, should he give her some face?

She turned around and stared at Ye Jue, but couldn't find any words to criticize him.

Su Ying smiled softly and said, "It's okay, a woman drinks some red wine and beautify her. If she thinks it tastes bad, then mix it with some drinks, and the degree will be nothing."

Ye Jue nodded, thinking that this was possible, so he handed the cup to Su Ying.

Su Ying poured one-third of the red wine and gave Song Yankuan two-thirds of the drinks.

Song Yan took the drink and took a small sip.

Ye Jue turned around and asked her: "How do you feel?"

"It tastes weird." Anyway, it's not as good as fruit wine, so she still likes fruit wine.

"Is there any?" Ye Jue reached out and took her wine, drank more than half of her in one breath, and then put the wine back in front of her and said, "It's the taste. If you don't like it, then drink a drink, don't think about the fruit wine."

Song Yan's pink little face once again blushed.

Didn’t she just get drunk once? As for how she was so short-suggested.

She said in anger: "Mom, give me a little more, I won't be able to use Sprite this time."

"Okay." Su Ying poured her half a cup.

Ye Minglang also poured Ye Jue a glass of white wine. The father and son drank white, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drank red.

At first, Song Yan was not used to the smell of red wine, but she got used to it after taking a few sips.

Ye Minglang suddenly talked about what happened this morning: "Ye Jue, this morning you said what your father didn't dare to say over the years. Your uncle and your uncle are my brothers. When your grandfather was still alive, he was most disdainful of the gap between his brothers. But I haven't said it over the years, and they don't mention the matter of that house."

Ye Jue said: "Dad, there is no reason for the old house to be. If they don't understand this, don't pay attention to it."

I especially remember that in the old house of Ye family in my previous life, in the early 21st century, housing prices suddenly rose. When the two aunts and aunt heard about this, they rushed back from a distance and negotiated to sell the old house of Ye family and then share the money equally.

Now their mind is that the old man is partial and sells all the property, but the old house is kept for his third son to serve as a job, and their part is occupied by Ye Minglang.

But they couldn't see the old man's good intentions.

The old man felt that the house was still there, and if they wanted to return to the old house, the room would be enough...
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