Song Qinrong turned her head and looked at the clothes behind her again.

It was a coat made of white layered feathers, with blingbling light on it, which was very dazzling.

Song Qinrong saw it as soon as she entered the door.

"High-Courtesy?" She curled the corners of her lips, smiling.

Song Xiao walked forward, unable to hide the sarcasm on his face.

"Yes! You country bumpkin, don't you know what it means to be a high-end! It's very expensive, you know?"

"Xiaoxiao!" Zhao Shuying frowned, "Why are you talking to your sister? She even kept calling her sister a country bumpkin. Who taught you? She is not sensible at all!"

Song Xiao hummed, "I'm not sensible, I'm much more sensible than her! I won't even touch Sister Yaoyao's clothes!"

If it were the usual, Song Xiao would not have to speak up with Zhao Shuying like this, and uncle and others would have helped to teach people a lesson long ago.

But this time, Song Xiao spoke out for Song Muyao's clothes, and the questioning of the isolated Song Qinrong was the isolated one. Everyone was silent in tacit understanding.

Zhao Shuying was very angry: "I asked Rongrong to sit here. When she touched Yaoyao's clothes, it was because I squeezed them down. If it really broke, I will compensate Yaoyao!"

As soon as he said this, Song Muyao, who was by the stairs, burst into laughter.

"Grandma, in your eyes, am I so stingy?"

"I don't know why you think about it. Anyway, I'm definitely not generous in this kid's eyes!" Zhao Shuying's face was still not good-looking.

Song Muyao deliberately raised her face: "Okay, then don't give Xiaoxiao New Year's money next year, let him taste the sinisterness of this world."

Zhao Shuying was amused all of a sudden.

Song Muyao held her hands in her chest and glanced at Song Qinrong curiously.

She has been in the entertainment industry for many years and has become a personal sperm. She discovered that her grandmother is quite protective of this cousin since she first appeared.

When Song Hongyang's last one rushed over, the talents arrived and everyone gathered in the restaurant for dinner.

After eighteen years, Song Hongyang saw this daughter for the first time, but she seemed very dull.

Instead, he was very concerned about Song Yiyi, who had just finished dancing from the upstairs: "Talk about it, is that Yiyi's competition next week?"

Song Yiyi nodded obediently: "Yes, dad."

"Then you practice hard and try to get another gold medal!"

Meng Yali looked at Song Hongyang with a angrily look: "Do you think the gold medal is so easy to win?"

The last time Song Yiyi participated in the national competition, but this time it was an intercontinental competition. It was two completely different concepts.

Song Hongyang smiled and said, "I believe we Yiyi."

"Thank you dad." Song Yiyi lowered her head shyly.

On the dining table, everyone who heard that Song Yiyi was going to participate in the intercontinental competition showed a stunning look on their faces.

If you participate in the intercontinental competition, if you perform well, you will be attracted by the judges and you can take the lead in the continent and develop in continental 1.

l continent, which is a few patterns higher than that of the capital.

People from the small family may not have consciousness, but Fang Yueling, who is one of the four major families, knows the most. Once Song Yiyi stepped into the continent, even the entire Fang family would not be worthy of comparing with her.

Thinking of this, Fang Yueling couldn't help but exclaimed several times.

On the entire dining table, only Song Qinrong looked calm and focused on cooking rice from beginning to end.

Song Hongtao frowned unhappily.

This granddaughter from the countryside probably didn't realize what Yiyi's participation in the intercontinental competition meant?

Song Hongtao shook his head silently, then turned to Song Muxuan: "By the way, do you have any eyebrows on the side of Mr. Bai?"

Song Muxuan paused with chopsticks and sighed: "I asked Yueling to borrow the power of the Fang family to find Mr. Bai. There is no news yet. Mr. Bai has always been living in seclusion, so it is not easy to find him."

"Old Bai?" Song Muyao had never heard of this name and asked curiously.

Song Muxuan patiently explained: "He is an old doctor who specializes in internal medicine. I heard that the current dean of BGI Medical College is his former student."

"The dean is his student? Then it seems that this old man Bai is really amazing!" Meng Yali said in surprise.

Song Muxuan nodded with a smile: "Although he is not as good as the miracle doctor Zhou Yuanning, this old man Bai is no longer something that a small family like our Song family can contact."

"Zhou Yuanning?" Song Qinrong was stunned.

Song Muxuan smiled: "Doctor Zhou is Old Bai's senior brother. Although he is younger than him, his medical skills are said to be far above Old Bai. Unfortunately, it is difficult for me to even Old Bai to invite Old Bai, let alone Doctor Zhou..."

Song Qinrong frowned.

Zhou Yuanning? This name seems to sound familiar.

After hearing that there was no news about Mr. Bai, Song Hongtao was in a bad mood and had a life-threatening meal.

It was not until after the meal that several cousins ​​gathered together, talking and laughing.

Song Xiao approached Song Muyao in front of him.

"Sister Yaoyao, can you give me a few more signatures? And the little brothers who last appeared on a variety show with you are their signatures. Can you give me a few more signatures?"

"Not only do I need my signature, but also my brother's signature?"

Song Muyao smiled and smashed his chubby head: "You're welcome. Are you planning to chase after a little girl in the class again?"

Song Xiao held his head and shouted: "I don't like them! They said that I gave their little brother's signature before I was willing to lend me the homework to copy..."

Song Muyao laughed out loud on the spot: "You ten thousand years single dog!"

Song Xiao looked aggrieved: "Sister Yaoyao, scold me!"

Song Muyao smiled even more happily.

After Song Xiao felt wronged, he saw Song Qinrong sitting in the corner looking at her phone while eating strawberries. Her eyes rolled and she asked deliberately in a louder voice than before.

"Sister Yaoyao, why didn't that country bumpkin ask you for an autograph? Doesn't she know you?"

Mr. Song glanced at her lightly: "Jiangning is a small place after all, so it is normal for him to have a short-sighted knowledge."

Song Xiao winked and said, "I don't know Sister Yaoyao! Haha, is there no electricity in Jiangning? There are still people in the whole country who don't know Sister Yaoyao?"

Song Yiyi said with a smile: "I heard that some children in poor places have to climb three hours of mountain roads just to go to school every day. There is nothing to make a fuss about not having electricity."

Song Xiao said "Oh" long: "The country bumpkin is the country bumpkin!"

Song Qinrong swallowed a strawberry and then turned on the phone that was constantly vibrating wildly.

On WeChat, the Bajie avatar was still sending messages to her.

"Why are you taking a photo with that boy but not taking a photo with me? Is it not worthy?"

"How can I save the wounded heart?"

"My heart is dead.jpg"

...

Song Qinrong rolled her eyes silently, called up the dialog box, and sent him a message.

"Do you still remember the old Zhou who almost killed someone and was scolded by me for three days? What is his full name?"
Chapter completed!