Chapter 886 It Turns Out We Can Love Each Other (8)

Mr. Song Menghua was depressed just now. Why did he suddenly become so energetic while listening to the recording?

Everyone present knew that Song Menghua was in poor health and had been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment several times.

Although everyone was surprised, they did not dare to react, for fear that if they accidentally said something wrong, the irritated old Mr. Song Menghua would faint and get into big trouble, so after hearing his roar, everyone remained silent. Quietly, his eyes fell back on Su Zhinian, who was protecting Song Qingchun as he walked to the entrance of the banquet hall.

Su Zhinian's footsteps did not stop, and Song Menghua's tone became even more unhappy. While banging the crutch on the ground, he spoke angrily again and shouted: "Su Zhinian, did you hear me shout?" You haven’t? Just take one more step and try! I’ll tell you to come here!”

Song Qingchun, who was protected in Su Zhinian's arms, stopped abruptly.

Su Zhinian watched her stop, paused, took another small step forward, and then reluctantly stopped too.

"Come here!" Presumably it was because Su Zhinian stood still, Song Menghua's tone was filled with anger.

Song Qingchun, who buried her face in Su Zhinian's arms, shrank from Song Menghua's tone. She subconsciously wanted to break away from Su Zhinian's arms and go see Song Menghua.

However, Su Zhinian quickly reached out his hand and took control of her body.

Just kidding, those reporters were worried that the world would be in chaos, so he managed to protect her from being photographed in the face. If she went back like this, wasn't it obvious that the sheep was in the tiger's mouth?

Song Qingchun couldn't get away from Su Zhinian, so she had to pull his sleeves and whispered in a tone that only two people could hear: "Dad, let us go over..."

Before Song Qingchun finished speaking, the sound of Song Menghua hitting the ground with his crutches was heard not far away: "Su Zhinian, do you still think of me as a father in your eyes?"

Song Menghua was really angry. As he spoke, he raised his crutch and threw the wine glass heavily on the ground, making a sharp and crisp sound.

This is obviously a prelude to rage... Facing the indifferent Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun's tone was so urgent that he almost cried: "Su Zhinian, dad is not in good health and can't stand his anger..."

Su Zhinian pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't resist the request of his little daughter in his arms, and turned around with her in his arms.

Song Menghua stood in front of the stage with his crutches raised. Behind him stood the housekeeper, Fang Rou, and Qin Yinan and Cheng Qingcong, who had just seen him angry and came over to persuade him.

He stared at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun, who were walking towards him step by step, with serious expressions that were close to scary.

This kind of Song Menghua was something Song Qingchun had never seen before since he was a child.

Her hands and feet were so scared that she almost walked to Song Menghua with her legs shaking.

What she was afraid of was just one glance at Song Menghua's majestic expression, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes, holding her breath, waiting for the storm to come.

Compared with Song Qingchun's nervousness and uneasiness, Su Zhinian still looked calm in the face of danger. He was a head taller than Song Menghua. Although he was his son, standing in front of Song Menghua, even with his head lowered, he looked like a He looked respectful, but his aura was still much stronger than that of the angry Song Menghua.

Song Menghua looked at Song Qingchun's face from Su Zhinian's face without saying a word, then moved down and landed on Song Qingchun's belly.