Song Yufeng thought for a moment and said, "Xiaoning doesn't feel like a child growing up in the countryside. I'm very surprised by her medical skills." If Xiaoning is now in her twenties, he can accept some, but now she is only seven years old, but her medical skills are above her father-in-law, which is really incredible. And the noble and cool temperament in her body, which can't be compared with Xiaoxue and Xiaoli.
"These are just the surface, she is better than you see, her calm, calm, her attitude, are not like a child of her age should have." Song said. His wife told him that after she was stabbed by Xiaoning's silver needle, she couldn't move. At that time, Xiaoning and her grandparents had already entered the house. It is impossible to use silver needle to point the acupoints at such a long distance. So he had a bold guess that Xiaoning might be an ancient martial arts practitioner, and there might be a powerful master behind her.
"Well." Song Yufeng nodded in agreement.
"Now do you know what I mean for Bai Yu, the heirloom of Xiaoning?" The old man of song looks at Song Yufeng with sharp eyes. I hope he is not too stupid.
Song Yufeng nodded, "Dad is hoping that Xiaoning can go back to the Song family, hoping that the Song family can go up to a higher level under the leadership of Xiaoning in the future."
Mr. Song picked up the cup and took a sip of tea. "This is just one of them. I guess there is probably an expert behind Xiaoning." If it's really the same as what he guessed, if Xiaoning is really willing to lead the Song family in the future, then the Song family is likely to embark on a road he can't imagine.
Song Yufeng has a look of shock in his eyes. At the same time, he thinks that Xin'er told him that day that she was drugged by Xiao Ning. "Dad, do you mean Xiao Ning is probably a practitioner of ancient martial arts?" Since the Song family is one of the four major families in the capital, they naturally know that the ancient martial arts school and the ancient martial arts practitioners are no secret to such a family.
"Well." Master song nodded. Although he is just guessing, he thinks that this guess is likely to be true.
Song Yufeng pondered for a moment and said, "Dad, are you going to ask Xiaoning for the antidote?" Although he and Xin'er are in the cold war these two days, Xin'er is his wife after all. He is also very distressed to see that she dares not look in the mirror every day and covers her face tightly.
"Let them learn a lesson." Song Laozi said in a light voice. He called Yang Lisheng today. He told him that Xiaoling and Xin'er's faces would be automatically cured after the medicine had been applied.
When song Yanning came home, she saw her grandfather and grandmother sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool, "grandfather! Grandma! I'm back. " There is air conditioning in the room, but my grandparents prefer natural wind.
"Xiaoning, come and eat watermelon. It's sweet." Li Meixiang waved to song Yanning.
Song Yanning went to Li Meixiang and sat down, "I don't want to eat any more. I can't eat too much today. Grandfather, grandmother, I have to go out tomorrow
"Where are you going? Do you want your grandparents to go with you? " Li Meixiang asked. They will go back to Yangcheng the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow, she and her wife plan to buy some special products. When they go back to Yangcheng, they will give some to their neighbors and their friends. The neighbors usually take good care of them. They seldom go back to the capital. It's always interesting.
"No, aunt Qin will come to pick me up tomorrow morning. She will let me go to her company and come back in the afternoon." Song Yanning put her head on Li Meixiang's shoulder and looked up at the sky, "the moon is so round today!"
Li Meixiang and Yang Lisheng also looked up at the sky, "yes, I haven't seen such a round moon for a long time."
Song Yanning chatted with her grandparents for a while, and saw that both of them were sleepy. "Grandfather, grandmother, I'm sleepy. I'm going to bed first. Good night!"
"Well, we're going in, too." Li Meixiang stood up, took the watermelon plate on the table, and walked with song Yanning and Yang Lisheng towards the house.
Song Yanning returns to the room, arranges the array, takes out the writing brush to continue refining. She does not intend to enter the realm of the Emperor today.
Yang Xin'er heard the sound of opening the door, turned to look at Song Yufeng, "what can I do for you, old man?"
"It's nothing. It's just a chat." Song Yufeng closes the door, goes to the wardrobe, opens it, takes out his pajamas from inside and walks to the bathroom.
Yang Xin'er came down from the bed and followed song Yufeng into the bathroom. "I haven't finished my words. You can wash it later."
"Xin'er, I'm a little tired. I want to have an early rest today. I have a lot of things to deal with tomorrow." Song Yufeng said wearily. These two days xiner is in a bad mood because of her face. They always quarrel without saying a word. He really doesn't want to quarrel with her.
Yang Xin'er smell speech, the anger in the heart rubs of once came up, "you again tired don't even have time to say two words?"? Is it because my face has become ugly that you dislike me? " He has never been like this before. It must be because of her face. Her face is so ugly now that she has less and less confidence in herself. Not to mention Yufeng, she even feels sick when she looks at her face.
"Don't think about it, will you? How can I dislike you? " Song Yufeng looks at Yang xiner helplessly. He had fallen in love with Xin'er, not her appearance, but her feeling, and his feelings for her had never changed since they had been married for so many years. Otherwise, there are so many young and beautiful women outside, how can he never move his heart.
"Well, I don't think about it. Then kiss me." Yang Xin'er closed her eyes, raised her head and pursed her mouth. Song Yufeng reluctantly shook his head, lowered his head, slowly close to Yang Xin'er, looking at her face is full of red and swollen acne, and a few acne even left white liquid, a stream of nausea can't help surging up“ Ouch Song Yufeng quickly turned his head and retched. He swore that he didn't mean to vomit, he couldn't help it“ Ah Yang Xin'er screamed angrily, "Song Yufeng, you bastard! I hate you He kept saying that he didn't dislike her, but he couldn't even kiss her, so he vomited before he did. Yang Xin'er is more and more aggrieved, covering her face, crying and ran out of the bathroom, "Song Yufeng, I hate you, you bastard, I will ignore you in the future, Wuwuwuwu..." "Xin'er, I really don't dislike you." Song Yufeng didn't know how to explain. He didn't want to throw up, but he couldn't help seeing the purulent acne on her face. But he really didn't mean to dislike Xin'er.