"Brother Huan, what's wrong?" Song Rou held Song Mo's hand, a little confused.

Why was this guy suddenly stunned?

"It's nothing, I just think that person looks familiar." Zhonghuan put his arm around her shoulders and turned to Song Mo, "Go and see Mr. Song, he is very worried about you."

Hearing that Song Mo was kidnapped, my whole heart felt bad.

Hearing this, Song Mo ran into the house.

Mr. Song was leaning on his cane and staring at the door, waiting for someone to come home.

He goes to bed before ten o'clock every night, with the exception of today. He will not choose to rest until he sees someone.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Song Mo entered the door and ran to the old man's side.

After hearing the sound, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just come back."

Song Mo felt a little guilty, "Grandpa, I made you worry."

The old man's serious face finally had a smile, "It's okay, just come back. Are you injured?"

"No, I was rescued before the kidnappers took action." She comforted the old man, "It was the person who rescued me who sent me back just now."

"Who is it?" Mr. Song was a little curious.

Being able to rescue his precious granddaughter from a group of kidnappers was obviously a very skilled young man, and he wanted to see what kind of young talent he was.

"Brother Song Yi thought he was wearing shabby clothes and drove him away." Song Mo lowered his head in despair, "I hope he doesn't hate our family..."

Hearing this, Mr. Song looked slightly stunned.

The Song family has always looked at people rather than their clothes. Now that the company is prospering, this Song Yi should really be educated.

When he saw Song Yi entering the door, he scolded, "It seems like my daughter-in-law, you should pay more attention to your child's education."

Xu Piao's face was calm, "Dad, Xiaoyi is also afraid that Momo will know some bad people, and caring about her will lead to chaos."

"Yes, Grandpa, I'm also worried that my sister will make some bad friends." Song Yi immediately followed his mother's words, "You punished me before when I got into an accident while driving, let alone your biological granddaughter? Isn't this right?

Be careful, if you take a detour, it will be bad."

Song Mo suddenly felt that he had underestimated this cheap brother.

She was eloquent and expressed her attitude of admitting her mistake. She also cared about her sister, and every word hinted at her having random friends.

"Grandpa, I just don't think he is such a person. On the way to send me back, I chatted with him. I think he is quite well-educated and not a bad boy." Song Mo defended Fang Xing.

One sentence.

Song Zhensheng glanced at his granddaughter and touched her head, "He saved you. If he doesn't dislike it next time, you might as well bring him to our Song family and let grandpa meet you."

The opinions of others are not important. He hopes to meet people in person so that he can feel confident.

"Okay." Song Mo nodded.

She would contact Fang Xing later.

"Go to bed early." Mr. Song said kindly.

Song Mo went upstairs, and Song Rou who was standing aside only dared to walk in.

"You sit down first." Mr. Song asked his adopted granddaughter to sit down.

Song Rou sat down obediently, but her heart was pounding.

In the eyes of Mr. Song, she has always been a well-behaved child. This time when she went to the Chong family, her puppy love was exposed, so there was no guarantee that she would not be scolded.

"I've lost my memory silently. It's hard to guarantee that I won't remember my previous knowledge. As my sister, remember to teach her more." Mr. Song warned, "The milk is hot upstairs. Go drink it and go to bed early."

"Okay." Song Rou nervously stood up and went upstairs, looking back at the direction of the living room from time to time, nervously shaking her head.

However, the current Chonghuan is much more embarrassed than she thought.

Mr. Song regarded him as air and ignored him. Instead, he looked at his daughter-in-law.

"Speaking of which, you said you wanted me to see something tonight. What was it?"

"It's like this, old man, I took a look at Mo Mo's previous grades in school. It's a bit difficult to get into Chengye." Xu Piao tentatively asked in a low voice, "I wonder if we should find a tutor for her?"

Mr. Song chuckled and glanced at Song Yi with his sharp eyes.

If you have a son who wants to be a star after graduating from high school, how can you still have time to care about others?

"With Rourou here, you don't have to worry."

Song Rou has been an academic master since she was a child, and is proficient in all nine subjects. With her teaching Song Mo, what does this mother have to worry about? Do you really think that he doesn't know the little Jiujiu in her heart?

"It's getting late. Anyway, I'm going home now. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning." Mr. Song waved his hand and asked the mother and son to go down.

Chonghuan sat down under the hint of the old man's gaze.

Seeing his nervous look, Mr. Song became much kinder and said, "Xiao Chong, you don't mind grandpa calling you that, do you?"

"It's okay." Zhonghuan rubbed his thighs and took two deep breaths of air.

He and Song Rou met when they were studying in Chengye, and they only confessed their relationship on the eve of the college entrance examination. Because of the awkward time, they kept it secret, hoping to find an opportunity to make it public again.

Unexpectedly, with Mr. Song's visit, the secret could no longer be kept a secret.

"When I was young, I was as romantic and suave as you, so I wouldn't be too harsh on your young people's feelings." Song Zhen said holding his cane and looking at him with a smile.

"Have you just met the person who sent Mo Mo back? How was it?"

Chonghuan also didn't expect that Mr. Song was concerned about this. He scratched his head and said, "His name is Fang Xing. He looks a little shabby in his appearance, but he does have a good temperament."

Now that he thinks about it carefully, he must have been wrong. The Fang Xing he sent back just had a similar temperament to the Fang Xing he knew.

Fang Xing, the young master of the Fang family, drives a sports car and wears clothes with custom-made brands with four or five figures upwards. How could he drive an ordinary black motorcycle and dress up like a courier?

Moreover, Fang Xing suffered from severe PTSD due to that incident, which was certified by a psychiatrist. Even his mother could not touch him. The entire Fang family did not even dare to keep female pets. How could they send the young lady of the Song family home?

?

"A person who can act bravely for justice is indeed worthy of being associated with my Song family." Mr. Song had a great impression of this young man he had never met.

"Old Wang, take Xiao Zhong to the guest room on the second floor."

Zhonghuan breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he would not be kicked out by Song Rou and her grandfather to sleep on the street tonight.

On the other side, Fang Xing parked his motorcycle in front of a villa.

After coming out of Song's house, he couldn't rush back to his studio to stay. Fortunately, his sister had a villa in Jiangqi, so he wouldn't have to sleep on the street.

He entered the password and pushed the cart through the door.

After parking the car, he entered the door, "I hope I won't meet a witch tonight."

Just as he was talking, he saw a familiar figure wearing a pair of flip-flops and staring at him fiercely.

Fang Xing suddenly looked horrified.

He just said he didn't want to see her, and this person was actually in the house!


Chapter completed!