Since the reintegration of the Song family, all the major and minor affairs in the family have been controlled by Song Zhenhai, and all the money and the right to speak are in the hands of Song Zhenhai, and because he was cold to this family before, Song Zhenhai can be said to be very harsh on his two sons.

In the past six months or so, the two families have basically not had enough money, and each family has only 5,000 yuan per month for living expenses, and for them, who once had 500,000 yuan, 5,000 yuan is simply the rhythm of starving them to death.

Therefore, these half-male families really didn't see any supplements, and when they heard Concubine Ye mention it, some people naturally remembered it.

"Sister Concubine, how do you see Aunt Sister? Didn't I just want to take a tonic, like I had done something heinous. Song Youyou opened his mouth dissatisfied.

Concubine Ye said coldly: "I bought the tonic for my grandfather, and I don't have your share, so don't worry about any of you!" Otherwise, if you let me know, how he eats it, I'll let him spit it out! ”

Several people were silent for a while, no one expected that Concubine Ye, who was once a good talker, would become so powerful now, and those sharp eyes fell on Song Zhiguo's daughter Song Youyou, so that she had to lower her head.

Concubine Ye frowned and looked at the girl on the sofa opposite, the girl was probably seventeen or eighteen years old, with a few touches of purple on her blonde hair, a row of pierced ears with a string of dense studs, and a piece of metal products on her nose and hands, she looked like a bad girl.

Thinking of Song Youyou six years ago, Concubine Ye's heart gave birth to a touch of powerlessness, at that time she was still a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, although she was a little more powerful, but she was also simple and kind, she didn't want to be more and more like her mother now, and the power had lost her nature.

Seeing the mess of the Song family, Su Mohan couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Song Zhenhai, leaned on a single sofa and crossed Erlang's legs, turned a ring on his finger and said unhurriedly: "Master Song is really getting weaker, it seems that your powerful predecessor is going to be bleak in the evening, maybe in a few years, Ben Shao will come to collect the corpse for you." ”

Concubine Ye frowned and glared at Su Mohan and warned him not to rub salt on his grandfather's wounds.

But listening to Su Mohan's words, Song Zhenhai was surprisingly calm, slowly lowering his eyes on crutches, and did not deny it.

In his life, he and the old woman are like-minded and confidants of each other, almost never blushing, the two have been working together in the shopping mall since they were seventeen or eighteen years old, and in a few decades, they have expanded their territory and created a piece of the world, but because of this, the two sons born in the early years were negligent in discipline, and they have grown into the virtue they are today.

Later, when the youngest daughter Song Lingwei was born, it was when the Song family's status was stable and the most prosperous, and the couple began to teach carefully, and they worked hard for this well-behaved and lovely little daughter.

It is precisely because of this that they love her more than their two sons, and even when Ling Wei died of illness later, they had to double their nostalgia for Ling Wei on Concubine Ye.

But after the car accident six years ago, he was very disappointed in his youngest son, and although his eldest son Song Zhiguo was not bad, he was weak and incompetent, so it was not an exaggeration for Su Mohan to say that he had a bleak night.