"Half of each person?" Meng Tanyin was stunned. Half of the Yu family's property was almost as good as a small wealthy family. "Why are there too many? Isn't it the only Pinguzhai?"

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Song smiled slightly: "You are still young and don't know the business of the mall. My mother will take care of you for you first... The update is so fast. Pinguzhai, you should practice and learn how to operate with Duan Yeming."

Meng Tanyin had a cordial talk with Mrs. Song and took the lead in making the appointment of Pinguzhai. Her double pupils were already in place. When she was dazzled, she felt dizzy after listening to Mrs. Song's words: Mrs. Song was really just looking weak, and she was actually domineering.

Meng Tanyin has been focusing on revenge for many years, and the Meng family's old business has been left behind. Therefore, she just smiled and did not echo Mrs. Song. She secretly decided to wait a few days later and the wound on her forehead was removed and went to Pinguzhai to see what was going on.

Afterwards, Mrs. Song told her that the Song family was going to hold a banquet and would invite the young ladies from all over the world from Linhai City to play and let Meng Tanyin make new friends. She was already twenty years old. Although she was not in a hurry to get married, she should have some decent connections and could not never contact that circle.

When Meng Tanyin heard this, she knew that Mrs. Song was standing up for her and slapped Song Jiaojiao loudly. She also knew that Mrs. Song was informing her that this was happening, and she was not discussing it with her. She had to smile and say, "Thank you, mom."

Mrs. Song touched her face and said lightly: "Your father and I will go back to Wutong City tomorrow morning. The banquet is arranged by the strange summit. You should recover well and don't care about anything else. If Jiaojiao comes to provoke you again-"

She didn't continue to say it, but Meng Tanyin heard a hint of cruelty and coldness.

"Mom, I know how to do it." Meng Tanyin replied. Mrs. Song has a gentle personality, but she cannot be deceived. Yi Guang was taught by her, so naturally she should do this.

Mrs. Song nodded with satisfaction.

Although Meng Tanyin's injury was not in trouble, she lost too much blood after all. At this moment, the matter was solved - although it was a bit different from what she expected, the result was unexpectedly good, and she was a little in a bad mood.

Mrs. Song looked at her white face, gave a few more words, and sent her back to rest.

"Mom, good night." Meng Tanyin printed a good night kiss on Mrs. Song's head, stroked her head and squinted her eyes and walked towards her room.

But when he saw Song Qifeng leaning against the door, he stopped and asked casually: "What?"

Song Qifeng had a complicated expression and pondered for a moment before saying, "Grandpa wants to send Jiaojiao to study abroad."

"Huh?" Meng Tanyin suddenly woke up after hearing this. What does the old man mean? He was worried about what Song Jiaojiao did to me, or was worried about what I did to me?

"Grandpa has always been free to Jiaojiao, and he doesn't care whether she can become a talent." Song Qifeng looked at her quietly, "Yi Guang, what did you say to your mother in the hospital?"

"Ha, what do you think mom needs me to tell the truth?" Meng Tanyin's lips had a bright smile, but her eyes were extremely cold, and her words could even twist out two ounces of ice. "Song Qifeng, do you think, is it me, Song Jiaojiao, or our mother, Mrs. Song?"

When something happened to Yi Guang, the butler blocked the news. But Mrs. Song came so quickly and could bring a bucket of fresh soup. Her mansion must have her. And this person was probably something the butler could not have imagined.

After hearing Meng Tanyin's replies, Song Qifeng became embarrassed: "Yi Guang..."

Meng Tanyin smiled coldly: "If you can't bear to leave Jiaojiao abroad, you can go and persuade grandpa so that he doesn't have to do this. Jiaojiao is still young and can't take care of himself. It's also worrying to be alone. After my injury healed, I moved back to the school dormitory to live. If I don't live together, Jiaojiao won't feel uncomfortable."

Song Qifeng's heart sank and frowned: "You want to move back to school?"

"Get out of the way," Meng Tanyin didn't want to talk to him anymore, and said dejectedly: "Good night." As he said that, he raised his foot and walked around him, raised his hand to twist the door of the room.

"Yi Guang," Song Qifeng took a step forward and grabbed her wrist, "I don't mean that!"

"What do you mean? I'm not interested at all. I'm just notifying you that this is the case." Meng Tanyin brushed away his hand and said coldly, "Even if Song Jiaojiao wants to go abroad, the word "consideration" must not be missed!"

"Uh..." Song Qifeng's mouth twitched, "I will urge her."

As he said that, he came to Meng Tanyin again and apologized softly, "Yi Guang, I really didn't mean it just now. Don't be angry, okay?"

Angry? Haha. Meng Tanyin nodded slightly and said she didn't care. She turned on the door and gently threw it to the door, locking Song Qifeng's face, which was still to speak, was injured on her forehead, and she was extremely careful when washing her face. She took a shower at will and went to bed early.

——

Yuan Bo looked at the check handed over by Song Qing and his face changed: "Master, this..."

"All day, geese are bound to be pecked by geese." Song Qing looked at him and sighed softly, "A Yuan, you are confused."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Bo suddenly understood: "Is this what the wife means?"

"It's what I mean." Song Qing said lightly, "Meng Yatou has been in the Song family for more than ten years. You won't know how Zhengming and his wife treat her. I always thought you had seen her status in the Song family clearly, but I didn't expect that you were at this age and actually got involved in the children's game. Or do you think that Zhengming and others are not in the mansion, and Meng Yatou is really isolated and helpless?"

Yuan Bo lowered his head, his heart full of annoyance: Indeed, he had lost his caution. Song Zhengming and his wife stayed in Wutong City for many years, and there were only a few masters in the mansion. They had not had a job for so many years. They were used to being a servant and had almost never moved, making him think that everything was under control.

He forgot that the person who was in charge of this house was first the old man and then Mrs. Song.

"You are not young anymore, and it's time to enjoy a happy life." Song Qing said calmly, pushing the check to Yuan Bo, "This is my little wish. I'll send my pension photo."

"Master, I made a mistake. I can't accept this check." Yuan Bo said quickly.

"You have been in the Song family for many years and have been doing your best. A small mistake is not enough to erase your contribution to the Song family. Don't refuse, take it." Song Qing tapped the table lightly, paused, and said, "I remember, you have a nephew who went abroad a few years ago. What did you learn?"

Yuan Bo replied: "Professional butler."

"What's his name? Have you learned it?" Song Qing raised his eyebrows, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes, "Have you found the master's house?"
Chapter completed!