Mei Yuzhen looked slightly shocked, but after asking, she understood on the spot.
"Haha, Xiaxia, are you talking about Xiao Song? This young man looks pretty good. Are you two in love?"
"Ah? No way, godmother, don't talk nonsense, I don't have feelings for him..." Wang Xia blushed even more.
Fangxin is shy.
The jump is a bit fast.
"Haha. Tell me what's going on with him, and my godmother will give you a reference."
"Oh, godmother, there's nothing like that between us? Besides, you said it before, men are not good at all..."
"The words are mine, but everyone's situation is different. What is the situation of this Xiao Song?"
"He, it used to be..."
"..."
Wang Xia is very honest in front of her godmother and tells her everything.
This actually made Mei Yuzhen become more and more interested.
After listening to this, I was almost done eating.
Mei Yuzhen lit a cigarette.
Wang Xia quickly said: "Godmother, your lungs are not good, can you stop convulsing?"
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" and kept silent.
To be honest, she would rather Song Sanxi's diagnosis was wrong.
Mei Yuzhen ordered it anyway, sighing and saying with a smile: "It's not easy for a prodigal son to seduce my goddaughter!"
"Ah..." Wang Xia was so depressed, she twisted her shoulders delicately, "Godmother! Who said I was attracted to that damn guy? He has a wife, right? Can't I get married?"
Mei Yuzhen ignored her and just said: "It's a pity that Xiao Song is actually married. In my opinion, you two seem to be happy enemies."
"Godmother..." Wang Xia blushed and really didn't know what to say.
"Haha, Xiaxia, the boss is old enough and it's time to talk about marriage. You are different from your godmother. You should have a man to take care of you for the rest of your life..."
"But I never thought about this! Besides..."
"hehe……"
…
Here, Song Sanxi got Mr. Han's number from Mr. Cui.
After driving out in the car, the phone call came to Mr. Han.
Very few people know Mr. Han’s account.
Song Sanxi really got in.
When the old man heard that it was Xiao Song Zaizai, he laughed and was very excited.
He immediately asked where he was and if he wanted to send someone to pick him up.
The old man said, it’s okay if you don’t want to eat this dinner. Xiao Song Zaizai, come here quickly and make two dishes for grandpa, and we will have a drink.
The old man was really excited.
The address where he lived was also told to Song Sanxi.
And, he told his younger son, Han Fafa, to pick him up at the intersection.
Han Fafa also had dinner with his father, but he only ate half of it and felt depressed.
However, his father's orders were overwhelming, so he had to deal with it.
Put down his job and immediately drove to the intersection to wait for Song Sanxi.
Without him to lead the way or a special pass, there is no way to see Mr. Han.
In terms of qualifications and merits, Mr. Han is a bit more awesome than Mr. Cui.
The security at his residence in the provincial capital is also very strong.
Han Fafa felt unhappy inside.
After all these years, which young man has had his turn to pick him up personally?
My old man in the family, the older he gets, the more confused he becomes.
His temperament is also a bit weird, like a child's.
Even during the Chinese New Year, when Da Longtou came to see him, he would lose his temper and dare to retaliate, which would make them quite embarrassed.
Song Sanxi was happy. It turned out that Mr. Han lived at the foot of Dongfengling Mountain, not far from Mei Yuzhen, only about ten kilometers.
All along the way, it is a highway.
The car is also quite fast when it speeds up.
Not long after, we were close to our destination.
After going down the main road, there are two forked roads, both of which are wider.
Then, we walked one kilometer into the mountains.
There is another branch crossing with sentry posts on the left and right.
It is clearly printed on the sign: Military important area, trespassing is strictly prohibited.
Just at the crossing, the black Santana invented by Han was parked there.
He also felt humiliated by driving this car.
But there is no way, my father's request is: to be low-key, to be hard and simple.
Han Fafa stood beside the car, smoking a top-quality cigarette and watching Song Sanxi's Maybach come over.
In my heart, I felt very unhappy.
Little pup, the car is really nice!
Don’t you just know how to cook, catch fish, kill pigs, cattle and sheep, and talk a little bit?
To be able to make the old man like it so much, ugh...
Anyway, Han Fafa had humiliated people and money with Song Sanxi, and was scolded by his father several times. It was normal to feel uncomfortable with Song Sanxi.
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 Fafa hadn't heard about it and immediately approached his son Han Shengchao's superior, Gou Wenfang, to deal with it, Song Sanxi would have reported this matter to the old man.
Then maybe Han Shengchao would be in trouble and have to be taken care of by his grandfather's family.
Regarding this matter, Han Fafa has always been worried about it and regarded Song Sanxi as a thorn in his heart.
Damn it, this kid, it's best not to get into my hands.
Otherwise, it must be treated well.
Song Sanxi's car arrived and stopped.
After getting off the car, he greeted politely: "Uncle Han, long time no see. How are you?"
As he spoke, smoke started to rise.
Han Fafa's face looked a little cold and he threw the cigarette butt into the gutter on the roadside.
He touched Song Sanxi's hand and said, "I just took it, no need."
Song Sanxi smiled and put the cigarette back.
Han Fafa continued: "Song Sanxi, I'm warning you. This place is a military center. Once you enter, don't look around and trespass."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle San."
"In private, don't call me Third Uncle. There is no friendship between us. Let me warn you again, Zhonghai is different from the provincial capital. In the provincial capital, the surname is Han, not Cui, and certainly not Song."
"Uncle San... Oh, Mr. Han Fafa, did Song Sanxi do anything wrong?"
Han Fafa sneered: "You know it in your heart, but if I say it, it won't make sense. Just take care of 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 benefit yourself.
What kind of benefits, haha, it’s impossible! Don’t do things under my father’s name outside, 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 and come with me."
Han Fang got back into the car, started it, and returned.
Song Sanxi had no choice but to get in the car and follow him.
After five kilometers, we arrived at the place.
Take a look, it’s beautiful!
In the mountains of Dongfeng Ridge, there is a quiet Chinese-style courtyard.
The Feng Shui pattern is top notch.
Green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right.
There is an incoming dragon on your back bringing you good luck, and there is wealth and flowing water in front of you.
There is no other house in the area.
Inside and outside, there are open whistles and hidden whistles.
Security, extremely strong.
Song Sanxi had sharp eyes, and when he drove slowly into the yard, he could see in the darkness that there were heavy machine gun positions for defensive fire.
A little further away, there are snipers.
The protection for Mr. Han is indeed in place.
This place is inherently easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Moreover, on the way here, you can also see military camps in the mountains on both sides of the road.
When the car entered the yard, Song Sanxi took a quick look, and her heart was filled with emotion...