"She has."

It was Zhao Shuying's majestic voice.

At this time, she had already walked to the suitcase with a cane. Her eyes were not very good, but the diamond flashed too much and she could see clearly at once.

"Are you talking about these gold, jade, diamonds?" Zhao Shuying chuckled, "It's all the birthday gifts I gave to Rongrong a few years ago."

The old lady felt very distressed when her granddaughter was not around and sent some gifts on her birthday every year.

Song Qinrong also knew the value of these things very well, so she did not want the Song family to see them, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble for herself.

But now... it's still not hidden.

The servants looked different.

Did you really misunderstand her?

"So, it's normal for me to be the second lady of the Song family. It's normal for me to have some good things in my hands."

"But there is not even Miss Yiyi!"

"Can that be compared? Of course, the treatment of the original wife and the mistress is different..."

Meng Yali's teeth are tightly bitten.

She never expected that Zhao Shuying would love Song Qinrong so much. Her children were obviously descendants of the Song family! Especially her daughter Song Yiyi, who is so outstanding and successful, even Mr. Song attaches great importance to it.

But in Zhao Shuying's eyes, he is not as good as a girl who grew up in the countryside?

Thinking of this, Meng Yali's eyes were thrown on Song Qinrong like a sharp blade.

If this girl relies on her original daughter to return to the Song family to fight for something, it would be really hard to deal with!

"Mom is really willing to give Rongrong..." She spoke with a sarcastic smile.

"Just that little thing can make up for what the Song family owes Rongrong over the years?" Zhao Shuying directly glanced at her, "Ha, Rongrong slandered her as soon as she came, Meng Yali, you are really good at teaching your son!"

"I..." Meng Yali's face turned pale when scolded.

Song Xiao, who was standing beside him, quickly defended himself: "No, grandma! My model is really gone!"

"Yes, Mom, Xiaoxiao's model is gone, there is only one in the living room at that time..." Meng Yali said, looking at Song Qinrong in embarrassment.

"Maybe it was a corner that fell in a while and didn't find it? Look carefully first." Song Qinrong suggested, "If you really can't find it, just search all the people who have entered the living room just now. Anyway, even I have searched, so others shouldn't be unhappy, prove your innocence, right?"

The racing model had the signature of the God of the Sharp Tail. She saw it when Song Xiao just brought it in.

Therefore, when she was sitting in the living room just now, she took a few more glances at the model, but no one stole the model.

Eight out of ten.9 it fell in some corner.

"Yes, you must have not looked for it seriously. Please read it carefully!" Zhao Shuying nodded in agreement.

With this order, no one wanted to be searched for inexplicably. He immediately started to search carefully, not even letting go of the corner as big as a thumb.

Not long after, I heard someone shouting in surprise: "Finished!"

In the corner near the base of the cabinet, Song Xiao's racing model was lying quietly.

"Look! You obviously didn't look for it carefully, but you blamed your sister on her head..." Zhao Shuying was about to criticize Song Xiao, but she saw her grandson holding the lost model and the fat meat on her face wrinkled in a ball, "What's wrong?"

Song Xiao was about to cry: "Grandma, the model is broken!"

He just turned the racing car in his hand and the door fell down with a snap.

His baby was broken, his heart was about to break. He immediately pulled the corners of his mouth: "Wow..."

Song Qinrong held his forehead. The child was strong and full of energy. When he cried, he was like a resonator.

She was a little scared of the buzzing sound in her mind.

"Show me." Song Qinrong took the model in the other party's hand without saying a word, and just took a few glances at it casually. She didn't know how the hand moved, so the door was put back.

"It's not bad." Her voice was calm and gentle, "Look at it carefully."

"Wow...uh?" Song Xiao's crying sound stuck in his throat. His little eyes, which were squeezed by flesh, tried to open, and looked at the model in his hand again.

This time, the car door was securely fixed on the car, and no matter how he shook it, it would not fall off.

It's really not broken?

But just now, the car door obviously fell off...

He looked up in confusion and stared at Song Qinrong in stare.

Does this sister know magic?

The misunderstanding was completely resolved, and Zhao Shuying held her granddaughter's hand and glanced coldly over everyone.

"What did you say about Rongrong just now?"

Mrs. Chen suddenly felt sweaty and said quickly: "Miss. Second Miss, I misunderstood you just now. You, you don't remember the villain's past, don't be as knowledgeable as me!"

"Sister, I was wrong..." Song Xiao stammered his lips and apologized in grievance.

"I'm sorry, Rongrong, Auntie was also in a hurry... Auntie didn't do it on purpose." Meng Yali was also stared at by Zhao Shuying, and she had to apologize.

"It doesn't matter." Song Qinrong stepped forward and put away the suitcase that had fallen to the ground. "Hey? My box seems to be broken."

"Auntie, I'll pay you a new one!" Meng Yali quickly made a statement.

This attitude made Zhao Shuying very satisfied. She nodded: "Didn't Yiyi just bought a suitcase some time ago? She said it was strong and burglarly. You just compensate Rongrong for that."

"???" Meng Yali looked up at her head in shock.

The one that Song Yiyi bought was the new ebony collector's suitcase from the MC family, and it costs 2 million yuan per one.

Didn’t she just fall down a broken box and ask her to pay 2 million?

Meng Yali is about to vomit blood.

But Zhao Shuying completely ignored her, and Gu Zi grabbed Song Qinrong's hand and walked towards the restaurant: "For so long, grandma is hungry, let's go to have a meal first."

Outside the old house, a black phantom slowly drove past and stopped on the side of the road.

The car window in the back seat lowered, and a hand with distinct joints stretched out. The slender fingers held a cigarette, and a thin smoke rose in the dim sky.

"The Fourth Young Master, I have checked it. The car just now belongs to the Song family." The assistant sitting in the passenger seat is reporting the situation. "But the one who took a pen in Lzhou last month was the car god Jianwei. So far, no one in the Song family has been found, and it has something to do with Jianwei. However..."

He paused.

"The Song family has a new second lady today, which is quite interesting."

As he said that, he raised his eyes and glanced at the man in the back seat: "This Miss Song left the Song family with her mother since she was three years old. She was twenty-one this year and she didn't come back..."

The man half bited the cigarette mouth and raised his extremely long eyelashes slightly: "Twenty-one?"

To count it, it's as big as hers.

The assistant nodded: "It's time to go to college at this age, but she hasn't graduated from high school yet. I don't know what happened, so she took a break from school for three years."

Hearing this message, a strange feeling surged in the man's heart.

Is it a coincidence? Most of the characteristics are so consistent with the little girl back then.

“Are there any photos?”
Chapter completed!