Reborn Global Godfather

Bieye District, the most glorious big house.

Tonight, the picture is almost a famous scene.

Boss, in the yard, kneeling on his daughter.

For the sake of my daughter, don't get involved with a prodigal son.

The daughter, upstairs, threw herself into the arms of the prodigal son, tightly dependent on each other.

Seeking, comforting, relying on...

After a while, Song Sanxi was embarrassed.

This fragrant body, with undulating and explosive lines, is really... Sigh!

He can't help it, like a victim.

and so……

He coughed twice.

Wang Xia was in her arms, with one arm around his neck and the other around his waist.

Without raising his head, tears had already soaked his chest collar.

He whispered: "Sanxi, what's the matter, did you catch a cold?"

The voice is soft and caring.

"Well... not only do you have a cold, but you also have a fever!" Song Sanxi was a little depressed, "Sister Xia, get up, okay, don't cry, and pay attention to your body."

"With you in my body, I'm not afraid of death. It's okay, I'll rely on it for a while..."

"But don't you feel that there is something wrong with your stomach? Anyway, I don't feel well..."

"what……"

Only then did Wang Xia wake up.

She felt something.

On the spot, she stood up, hummed, and slapped Song Sanxi on the back.

Twisting her waist and turning around, she pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, feeling so embarrassed.

"Damn, you bastard..."

Song Sanxi shook his head, looked down at himself, and sighed softly: "Sister Xia, I'm sick..."

"Fuck you, bad guy, I want to believe it! Is it a common problem of smelly men?"

"No one will believe you when you tell the truth. It's true. It's a common problem. You, let your dad go! You're over 50, and your body is fat. If you kneel for a long time, you will have problems. After all, it's your dad. With you? Over the years, he has not been compensating you, obeying you..."

As soon as Wang Xia heard it, she became angry and interrupted coldly: "If he wants to kneel, just kneel! Didn't you hear what he said to you just now?"

Song Sanxi smiled, "I heard that!"

"I heard you, are you still pitying him? Song Sanxi, you have such a big heart! Don't you hold any grudges?"

Song Sanxi shook his head, smiled and said: "Man, is it interesting to remember grudges? There are too many things to remember, do you want to be bothered?"

"Besides, no matter what your father said about me before, whether it is right or wrong, but in the end it is the father who loves his daughter. We must respect this."

"Other things will be discussed later. Current matters will be dealt with now."

"you……"

Wang Xia was quite touched and felt that Song Sanxi was different.

But, she gave him a blank look, "You really know how to think! It's really different than ordinary people's mentality. But what if he doesn't leave?"

Now, Wang Xia believed it.

Song Sanxi said that Wang Wenhong would not go upstairs, and it was true.

Song Sanxi pressed her shoulder and said, "You sit down, I'll take a look first."

When Wang Xia turned her head and looked at him, she still...!

Can't help but blush.

"Bad thing, what's the matter with you? What's going on in your mind? Smelly man, stinky man..."

"I said, this is a disease."

Song Sanxi lowered his head, it seemed much more natural.

Then, she straightened herself up, her appearance was funny, but she walked towards the window openly.

Seeing this, Wang Xia couldn't laugh or cry.

"This stinky rascal! How shameless..."

Song Sanxi walked over, hid by the curtain, and looked downstairs.

I saw Wang Wenhong kneeling there with his hands on the ground.

Fat body trembling.

The expression on his face was very sad.

From time to time, I looked up at the villa.

He really didn't leave, and he didn't want to go upstairs.

He just thought, Wang Xia will definitely come and see.

But unexpectedly, it was Song Sanxi who was watching.

Of course, he couldn't see Song Sanxi.

Song Sanxi turned around and sat down, already much calmer.

Wang Xia also took a look there, red-faced and blankly glanced at him, "Bad guy! Has he left?"

"No! It looks like I'm going to kneel to death."

"My God..." Wang Xia, depressed and frantic, "If he doesn't leave, what will you do? You can't leave! The car must pass him when it comes out of the basement!"

Said, a little anxious.

"Afraid he misunderstood?"

Wang Xia grimaced, "With his attitude, if I saw you at my house, would it be so simple to misunderstand? Anyone who would fight you hard! Don't underestimate him, if you go crazy, you will be in big trouble."

Song Sanxi nodded, but said lightly: "That's a big deal, I won't leave tonight, I'll stay at your house. Let's treat it as a teacher-student living together."

"You..." Wang Xia blushed again when she heard this, "What are you thinking? You're the same size as me?"

Song Sanxi was serious, "What are you thinking about? You have so many rooms here, where can I sleep? The sofa, the study is fine, and I can lie on the piano..."

Wang Xia snorted and laughed, "Damn it, I've seen someone playing the qin, but I've never seen someone sleeping on the qin."

Song Sanxi smiled, "Well, I have a way to make him leave quickly."

"What way, tell me quickly!" Wang Xia couldn't help but grabbed his wrist and said eagerly.

Then, embarrassed again, let go.

Song Sanxi whispered: "Call him, just say..."

As he spoke, he almost whispered in Wang Xia's ear.

This gesture is a bit ambiguous.

But here Song Sanxi is full of temperament.

A dignified gentleman.

After hearing this, Wang Xia couldn't help but punched him with a small powder fist on the shoulder.

Jiao was afraid to reprimand: "Damn thing, your brain is really hurting you, but it works! Hehe..."

Then, she smiled.

Standing up in the hall, on the high-leg single table, I made a hands-free call on the landline and called Wang Wenhong.

Soon, Wang Wenhong answered.

"Xiaxia, dad is here! Tell me, tell me..."

"I know you're not dead! You're so shameless, kneeling outside, looks good?"

"Xiaxia, Dad is doing it for your own good! Please believe that Dad is determined. Today is the morning, you don't promise to sever ties with that dog, don't tell me, I won't get up or leave because of your illness. , even if your knees are broken!"

Wang Wenhong spoke very seriously.

Wang Xia glanced at Song Sanxi with a rascal expression on her face.

"I said, Wang Wenhong, you bastard eats weights, you are determined, right?"

"Xiaxia, Dad used to be a bastard! But tonight, Dad is determined!"

Wang Xia nodded in admiration, "Okay, my father, continue kneeling! I hung up the phone and called Zhonghai Daily and the TV station, saying that the boss of Zhonghai People was in a good house late at night. Kneeling in the yard, courtship failed, not leaving..."

"Xiaxia! You..." Wang Wenhong went crazy.

"My father, are you talking nonsense, then I'll hang up."

"No, no, I'm going, I'm going..."

Wang Wenhong took the initiative to hang up the phone.

I'm really depressed, this daughter is so ruthless!

When I got up, my knees were sore and I almost fell.

The pace is a bit ugly.

But, hurry up, run over, get in the car, and leave.

Upstairs, by the window, Song Sanxi and Wang Xia almost watched them off.

When the car got out, Wang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and punched Song Sanxi several times in the chest.

"Damn, you are so bad, so bad, so bad..."

"It does work, though, doesn't it?"

Wang Xia looked up at him, "Well, not bad!"

"Then, you shouldn't be a good family woman?"

Song Sanxi asked seriously.