Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 209 Full of joy but disappointed
One is about to find her daughter, and the other is about to find her mother. The grandpa and grandson are sitting on the sofa with similar expressions, but they are relatively speechless.

Song Wei hesitated for a while, and asked, "If she really came back, what about Jiang Yichang?"

Song Qinglin said one word firmly: "Li!"

These years, Jiang Yichang has been acting as a demon in Jia Song because of being Song Yun's husband, but Song Yun is not there, and there is no death certificate. Jiang Yichang has tricks. Song Qinglin can't drive him out. After driving Jia Song out, Jia Song wouldn't be in such a miserable state later on.

Now that Song Yun finally came back, the marriage had to be divorced, and Jiang Yichang couldn't even think about staying in the Song family to suck blood.

Don't even dream of dominating Jia Song again!
The next day, Ye Haotian drove Song Wei early in the morning to pick up Song Yun's household registration.

Song Wei asked Song Qinglin if he would go.

Song Qinglin waved his hand and only let Song Wei go.

Song Wei knew that the old man didn't dare to go, and if he didn't go, it meant that he didn't have much expectations, and if he didn't have much expectations, he wouldn't be too disappointed. Song Qinglin forced himself to have no hope, even though he hoped that the woman would be his Daughter Song Yun.

Song Wei's heart was also in turmoil, and she was also afraid, afraid that she would return home disappointed after being full of joy.

The address registered by Song Yun was a high-end residential area with a nice view. When Song Wei arrived there, she found that Song Yun's home was actually one of the only ten villas in the residential area, and her living conditions seemed to be pretty good.

Ye Haotian pushed Song Wei, who was in a wheelchair, to the house, and reached out to ring the doorbell.

However, no one responded.

Ye Haotian pressed a few more times.

However, no one responded.

"Aren't you at home?"

Song Wei looked down at the time on his phone. It was past eight o'clock, and it was Saturday again. Usually, he would not go to work, and he would not go out so early.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

A clear and tender voice came, Song Wei and Ye Haotian cast their gazes together, but a little girl who just woke up appeared on the balcony of the house next door.

The little girl seemed to be woken up by the doorbell, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and shouted to Ye Haotian and Song Wei: "What are you doing so early in the morning? Stop pressing it. Uncle Yang returned to Beijing last night. What's the matter?" Call him!"

Song Wei was slightly taken aback.

After the little girl warned, she turned her head and was about to go back to her room to go back to sleep, still holding the doll bear in her arms.

Song Wei's heart moved, and he called her in time: "Little sister, we don't know Uncle Yang's phone number, can you tell us?"

The little girl rolled her eyes vividly, and pointed to a sign on the gate.

It says: People are in Beijing.

Then there is a row of phone numbers.

Ye Haotian and Song Wei: "..."

Song Wei smirked twice, then raised his head and smiled at the little girl: "Thank you little sister, you look so pretty."

When the little girl heard this, her sleepiness suddenly went away, and she made a heartfelt gesture to Song Wei in a good mood, "Thank you, Auntie!"

Song Wei's smile slowly froze on his face, and the corners of his lips twitched, "Call me Auntie..."

However, the little girl went back to the room bouncing around, leaving only Song Weiwei's pink and tender figure.

"Chi..." Seeing Song Wei's bewildered look, Ye Haotian covered his mouth and said, "Come on, I'm 25 and six, and a little girl should call you auntie."

Song Wei pursed his lips with difficulty, and had to accept the reality that he was almost three.

Ye Haotian had already taken out his mobile phone, and played the number on the sign.

There were two busy beeps, and then a magnetic middle-aged man's voice came——

(End of this chapter)