Reborn Global Godfather

Mei Yuzhen's face was slightly startled, but after asking, she understood on the spot.

"Hehe, Xiaxia, you are talking about Xiao Song, right? This young man looks pretty good. Do you two have feelings for each other?"

"Ah? No way, godmother, don't talk nonsense, I don't have feelings for him..." Wang Xia blushed even more.

Fangxin is shy.

Jump, and a little faster.

"Hehe. Tell me, what's his situation, godmother will refer to it for you."

"Oh, godmother, there is no such thing between us? Besides, you said it, man, there is no good thing..."

"I said it, but the situation is different from person to person. What's going on with Xiao Song?"

"He, in the past..."

"..."

In front of her godmother, Wang Xia was very honest and told everything.

This actually made Mei Yuzhen more and more interested in what she heard.

After listening, the meal is almost finished.

Mei Yuzhen lit a cigarette.

Wang Xia hurriedly said: "Godmother, your lungs are not good, can you stop smoking?"

Mei Yuzhen smiled, "What are you afraid of? Didn't Xiao Song say that he can cure it?"

"But, your illness is..."

Wang Xia really couldn't say the word "cancer", so she stopped.

To be honest, she would rather Song Sanxi's diagnosis was wrong.

Mei Yuzhen clicked anyway, sighed and said, "It's not easy for a prodigal son to make my daughter fall in love with me!"

"Ah..." Wang Xia was so depressed, she twisted her shoulders tenderly, "Godmother! Who said I'm attracted to that bastard? Does he have a wife? Can't I get married?"

Mei Yuzhen ignored her, and just said, "It's a pity, this Xiao Song is actually married. You two, in my opinion, feel a little like lovers."

"Godmother..." Wang Xia blushed, and really didn't know what to say.

"Hehe, Xiaxia, the boss is not young anymore, we should talk about marriage. You are different from a godmother. You should have a man who will take care of you for the rest of your life..."

"But I haven't thought about it! Besides..."

"Ha ha……"

……

Here, Song Sanxi got Mr. Han's number from Mr. Cui.

After driving out, the phone call was made to Mr. Han.

Very few people know about Mr. Han's account.

Song Sanxi really hit it off.

When the old man heard that it was Xiao Song Zaizai, he laughed loudly and was very excited.

Immediately ask the place, where it is, and whether to send someone to pick him up.

The old man said, you don’t need to eat this dinner, Xiao Song Zaizai, come here quickly and make two dishes for grandpa, we two will drink one.

The old man is really excited.

The address where he lived was also told to Song Sanxi.

Moreover, he told his youngest son, Han Fafa, to pick him up at the intersection.

Han Faming also had dinner with his father, and he only ate half of it, feeling depressed.

However, his father's order was overwhelming, so he had no choice but to do it.

After putting down his job, he immediately drove to the intersection and waited for Song Sanxi.

Without him leading the way, or a special pass, it is impossible to see Mr. Han.

In terms of qualifications and meritorious service, Mr. Han is a little better than Mr. Cui.

The security of his residence in the provincial capital is also particularly strong.

Han found out that his heart was filled with displeasure.

After all these years, which young man is it his turn to pick him up in person?

The old man at home, the older he is now, the more confused he is.

His temperament is also a bit weird, like a child.

Even during the Chinese New Year, when the big leader came to visit him, he could lose his temper and dare to hate him. It was quite embarrassing for him.

Song Sanxi was delighted, it turned out that Mr. Han also lived at the foot of Dongfengling Mountain, not far from Mei Yuzhen's side, only about ten kilometers away.

Along the way, all roads.

The car, soaring up to speed, is also quite fast.

It didn't take long to get close to the destination.

Going down the avenue, there are two forked roads, both of which are relatively wide.

Then, it looks like a kilometer into the mountain.

There is another crossing with sentries on the left and right.

The sign is clearly printed: military important area, trespassing is strictly prohibited.

Just at the crossing, the black Santana invented by Han stopped there.

He also felt ashamed of driving this car.

But there is no way, the father's request is: to be low-key, to be hard and simple.

Han Faming stood by the car, smoking a top quality cigarette, watching Song Sanxi's Maybach come over.

In my heart, I was very upset.

Puppy, the car is really nice!

Isn't it just that you can cook, catch fish, kill pigs, cattle and sheep, and talk a little?

To actually make the old man like it so much, alas...

Anyway, Han Faming has lost people and money with Song Sanxi, and has been reprimanded by his father several times. He feels uncomfortable with Song Sanxi, which is normal.

Not to mention, Song Sanxi asked Cui Yongnian about Han Shengchao.

At that time, Han Chaosheng was in the special brigade and bullied Li Ruiyang's brother Li Ruifeng.

If Han Faming hadn't heard about it, he would have dealt with Gou Wenfang, his son Han Shengchao's superior, in time, and Song Sanxi would have reported this matter to the old man.

Then maybe Han Shengchao will be miserable, and he will be served by his grandfather's family law.

For this matter, Han Faming has been brooding all the time, and regards Song Sanxi as a thorn in his heart.

Damn, this kid, it's best not to fall into Lao Tzu's hands.

Otherwise, it must be treated well.

Song Sanxi's car arrived and stopped.

Get out of the car and greet politely: "Uncle Han, long time no see, how are you?"

As he spoke, the smoke rose up.

Han Ming's expression turned cold, and he threw the cigarette butt into the gutter by the side of the road.

He pushed Song Sanxi's hand, "I just took it, no need."

Song Sanxi smiled, and put the cigarette back.

Han Faming went on to say: "Song Sanxi, I warn you. This place is an important military place. After entering, don't look around and rush around."

"Okay, thank you third uncle."

"Privately, don't call me third uncle. There is no relationship between us. Let me warn you again, Zhonghai is different from the provincial capital. In the provincial capital, the surname is Han, not Cui, let alone Song."

"Third Uncle... Oh, Mr. Han Faming, did Song Sanxi do something wrong?"

Han Faming sneered and said, "You know it in your heart. If I say it, it's meaningless. You can do it yourself, Song Sanxi! When you get to my house, you should cook, cook, and cook well. But you want to use the Han family to make money for yourself. What kind of interests, hehe, it’s impossible! Outside, don’t do things in the name of my dad, understand?”

Song Sanxi felt that this guy had eaten explosives today?

I just came to the provincial capital, and he came to beat people!

He looked confused and shook his head, "Mr. Han, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

"Then don't think about it, come with me."

Han Ming returned to the car, started it, and returned.

Song Sanxi had no choice but to get in the car and follow behind him.

After five kilometers, we arrived at the place.

Take a look, beautiful!

In the mountains of Dongfengling, there is a quiet Chinese-style courtyard.

The Feng Shui pattern is first-class.

Green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right.

There is a dragon on the back with continuous luck, and there is wealth and wealth in the front.

There is no other family in Fangyuan.

Inside and outside, there are bright whistle and dark whistle.

Security is extremely strong.

Song Sanxi had sharp eyes, and when he drove slowly into the yard, he could see the dark place, and the defensive firepower had a heavy machine gun position.

A little further away, there are snipers.

The protection for Han Lao is indeed in place.

This place is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Moreover, on the way, on both sides of the road, you can also see the military camp in the mountains.

When the car entered the yard, Song Sanxi took a look, and his heart was filled with emotion...