The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

Miyamoto also stared wide-eyed, his eyes full of inconceivable expressions.

He thought Song Wei was just a yellow-haired girl.

How could I have imagined that Song Wei was so good-looking.

Simply impossible!

Miyamoto Fuji glanced at Miyamoto, a little confused about Miyamoto's emotion, nodded and said: "Yes."

At the end of the sentence, Miyamoto Fuji continued: "Huanhua is definitely not the kind of person you said. I have known her for more than half a year, and she is a very good girl!

After getting an affirmative answer, Miyamoto was even more surprised, and immediately walked towards Song Hua.

The pace is hurried.

Seeing his hostile appearance, Miyamoto immediately followed in Miyamotoya's footsteps.

what to do?

Miyamoto is also the number one warrior in the Wano country. He has been taught by the strongest samurai in the Wano country since he was a child. If he really fights, Song Wei is definitely not his opponent.

Miyamoto Fuji was very nervous, she quietly took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her husband.

Urge him to go home quickly.

Song Hua must not be allowed to suffer any harm here.

At this moment, Miyamoto also walked to Song Hua's side, "Hello, Miss Song."

Miyamoto was stunned.

this.

It seemed a little different from what she had imagined.

If she remembered correctly, didn't Miyamoto come to seek justice for her confidante?

What is the situation now?

When Miyamoto Teng was in a daze, Miyamoto also continued: "First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Miyamoto Teng's nephew Miyamotoya. Miss Song, I have admired your name for a long time."

Yuluo Miyamoto also extended his hand towards Song Hua.

Have you heard of your name for a long time?

Hearing these four words, Miyamoto Teng was even more incredible.

She even thought she was hallucinating.

Because this is really not something that Miyamoto can say.

Miyamoto too.

Song Hua was immediately happy when he heard the name.

Isn't this the unlucky guy in the dungeon?

Song Wei raised her lips slightly, and shook hands with Miyamoto, "Hello, Song Wei."

Miyamoto's heartbeat also accelerated, and he almost didn't dare to look at Song Hua.

He had never met anyone comparable to Song Hua.

Even an exotic beauty like Secina is more than three points inferior in front of Song Hua.

Secchina gives the impression of a big beauty.

But Song Hua is different.

Her beauty is inside and out.

This is an unadorned beauty.

Some people are beautiful in rich clothes, but Song Hua is different. She is clearly wearing the simplest clothes, but she presents an unrepeatable beauty.

People can't take their eyes off.

People always say that wearing a sack is also the most beautiful cub, which is the most suitable description for her.

Miyamoto Fuji narrowed his eyes, and took the initiative to introduce: "Huahua, this is my nephew, Miyamoto, who just came to the capital recently."

After the words fell, Miyamoto Teng looked at Miyamotoya again, "Huahua is my most important guest."

A pun.

She was warning Miyamoto not to be rude to Song Hua.

At this time, Miyamoto Fuji probably never thought that Miyamoto, who just wanted to avenge his confidante, had already put all his anger behind him.

Miyamoto also continued: "Since Ms. Song is Auntie's most important guest, she is also my most important guest! Welcome Ms. Song to visit Wano Country."

Miyamoto Fuji really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Miyamotoya's gourd.

What does he want to do?

Hearing this, Song Wei turned her eyes slightly, "Thank you Mr. Miyamoto, I will definitely go there when I have time."

Miyamoto also tried his best to suppress his manic heartbeat, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

This feeling is very strange.

He is not a novice who has no emotional experience, after all, he is the prince of a country. In Wano country, he can choose from all kinds of beauties, but none of them can make Miyamoto lose control like this.

Miyamoto Teng looked at Miyamoto, and had some eyebrows in his heart, and then said: "Huahua, it's sunny outside, why don't we go inside and talk about it?"

"Yeah." Song Wei nodded slightly.

Miyamoto also followed in the footsteps of the two.

After entering the house, Miyamoto Fuji immediately arranged for someone to pour tea.

Miyamoto likes tea very much, and prefers the tea culture of Huaguo.

Although there is also a tea ceremony in Wano country, after all, it was learned by stealing it from Hua country. No matter how well it is learned, it is not as good as the culture grown in the country.

Miyamoto took a sip from the cup, looked at Song Hua with a smile, "Hua Hua, how about this tea?"

Hearing this, Song Wei picked up the cup and took a sip.

She loves milk tea, but also tea.

Both have advantages.

After sipping carefully, Song Wei put down the cup and said in a shallow tone, "It's Ziyun tea."

Hearing this, Miyamoto Fuji widened his eyes, a little surprised, "You can taste this?"

As expected of a tea lover.

This purple cloud tea is very precious. It grows on cliffs above 3,000 meters above sea level. Every year during the picking season, many people fall into the abyss in order to pick tea.

So the price is also very expensive.

At present, it has been sold at a sky-high price of 1,000 yuan per gram, so this purple cloud tea is also called soft gold, even rarer than gold, after all, gold is only 500 yuan per gram.

The price of Ziyun tea is twice that of gold.

However, because Ziyun tea is very similar to Junshan Yinzhen, and the taste is somewhat similar, so many profiteers in the market use Junshan Yinzhen as Ziyun tea.

Even Miyamoto Fuji, who likes to drink tea, often makes mistakes.

She didn't expect that Song Wei could tell that it was Ziyun tea in one sip.

Song Wei looked at Miyamoto Teng, and continued: "Actually, Ziyun tea is easy to distinguish. Although it tastes very similar to Junshan Yinzhen, it does not have a very special tea aroma, and after careful tasting, you can find It has a faint sweet aftertaste, and this sweet aftertaste will carry some freshness similar to that of a snow-capped mountain. This refreshing feeling will always linger on the tip of the tongue, even if you only take a sip, it will remain for more than three hours."

Song Wei loves tea, so she tasted all the teas available in the market.

Although this purple cloud tea is precious, there are several catties in her cabinet.

She also often uses Ziyun tea to make milk tea.

Hearing this, Miyamoto also immediately picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a big gulp like a cow drinking water.

After drinking it, he tasted it carefully, and the taste seemed to be somewhat similar to what Song Hua described.

Song Wei is really amazing!

Miyamoto also raised his head to look at Song Wei, his eyes couldn't help but have more admiration.

Miyamoto Fuji was also full of praise for Song Hua.

After drinking tea, Song Hua offered to leave.

It was originally a gathering of two people, but there was an extra Miyamoto, the atmosphere was really weird.

Moreover, Song Hua always felt that Miyamoto was not very smart.

Miyamoto Fuji stood up, "Huahua, it's already so late, why don't you stay for dinner before leaving?"

Miyamoto also sat in his seat, and he also wanted Song Hua to stay.

But I don't know how to speak.

Maybe this is what it feels like to really like someone?

He will be happy because of Song Hua's eyes, and he will also be sad because of Song Hua's words.

Although it is nonsense.

After all, he had known Song Hua for less than three hours.

But sometimes, love is so inexplicable.

Some people can really look at it for a lifetime.

Like the current self.

But Miyamoto also knew his identity.

The two of them have different nationalities and different positions. He will not change because of Song Wei, let alone give up his nationality for love like his aunt.

His life can't be just women.

Therefore, Miyamoto could only restrain himself.

Song Wei turned her eyes slightly, "Auntie, you are too polite, I have an appointment tonight, so I won't disturb you."

Dating?

Hearing this, Miyamoto Fuji suddenly remembered that Song Hua still had a fiance, and said with a smile, "Then I won't keep you."

"Yeah." Song Wei turned her eyes slightly, "Then I will say goodbye to my aunt first."

After the words fell, Song Hua greeted Miyamoto again.

No matter when, etiquette should not be lost.

After all, what she now represents in front of Miyamoto is not a person, but the quality of a country.

Miyamoto also nodded slightly, and continued: "Miss Song, how about I see you off?"

"Thank you, but my brother has come to pick me up."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Miyamoto also said.

"good."

Song Hua turned and left.

Looking at Song Hua's back, Miyamoto Fuji seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly said, "Hua Hua, wait a minute."

"Auntie, do you have anything else to do?" Song Hua paused and looked sideways.

She just stood there, the crystal lamp above her head cast a faint light on her body.

It's like a beautiful painting.

People can't help but hold their breath.

Miyamoto Fuji smiled and said, "I asked someone to fold a bouquet of hibiscus in the back garden, and you can take it back and put it in a vase."

Famous flowers match beautiful women.

Absolutely.

Miyamoto likes hibiscus very much, she even thinks hibiscus is the king of flowers.

More colorful than peonies, more delicate than roses.

More integrity than plum blossoms.

Therefore, in Miyamoto Teng's heart, no one is more worthy of this unique lotus than Song Wei.

Especially after meeting Song Hua who looked down at the flowers in the back garden.

"good."

At this moment, the servant came over with a bouquet of beautiful hibiscus.

Miyamoto Teng took the flowers from the servant and walked up to Song Hua, "Hua Hua took it."

Song Wei took the flowers with both hands, "Thank you, Auntie."

A large bouquet of flowers almost covered her face.

But these flowers still can't hide her gorgeousness.

"Auntie, I'll go now." Song Hua continued.

"Yes." Miyamoto Fuji nodded.

Song Wei hugged the flower, turned and left.

Only Miyamoto Fuji and Miyamoto were left in the air.

Miyamoto Fuji looked at Miyamoto, and was about to speak, but Miyamoto took the initiative to speak, "Auntie, I think what you said is right. Miss Song is indeed not an ordinary girl. I would like to be friends with her, not enemies."

"Are you serious?" Miyamoto Fuji narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah." Miyamoto also nodded.

Miyamoto Fuji then asked, "What else?"

She didn't believe Miyamoto and she just wanted to make friends with Song Hua.

"There's nothing else to think about." Miyamoto paused every word.

His first reaction when he saw other beautiful women was possessive.

Therefore, he has had many women.

But not for Song Hua.

His first reaction to Song Hua was to protect.

If she is the rose on the asteroid B612, then he is willing to be the glass cover protecting the rose.

Miyamoto Fuji just stared at Miyamoto, "Really?"

"Really." Miyamoto also nodded.

Miyamoto shook his head, "It's not like you."

Miyamoto Fuji has only two impressions of Miyamoto.

dark.

means for ends

If Miyamoto really fell in love with Song Hua at first sight as he thought, he would definitely take action for it.

Miyamoto was silent and did not explain.

As the king of a country, one should not be easily seen to be happy or angry.

Song Wei came outside holding the bouquet.

Song Bochen's car was already parked there.

The driver's door was open, and through the streetlights, one could vaguely see him leaning on the driver's door to smoke.

The flickering fireworks illuminated his face.

Seeing this, Song Wei raised her eyebrows slightly.

It seems that there must be someone in Song Bochen's car.

Otherwise, he would never stand outside the car and smoke.

This is not in line with Song Bochen's character.

Also, Song Bochen is obviously out of shape at this time, if not, he will definitely find himself the first time.

Is it true that as Zheng Mei said, he is in love?

Song Hua walked softly to Song Bochen's side.

"Brother?"

Only then did Song Bochen come to his senses, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and pressed it out with his toes, "Yanyan."

Song Wei glanced at the back seat of the car, "Is there anyone in the car?"

"A friend." Song Bochen replied.

"oh."

At the end of the sentence, Song Hua stretched out his hand and opened the door of the back seat.

As soon as the door was opened, a young girl was seen sitting there.

About twenty-two years old.

She has long curly hair, glasses, and a blue plaid shirt. She is full of literary and artistic atmosphere. Although she is smiling, it is not difficult to see that she is a little reserved.

It must have been unexpected that someone would open the rear door.

Song Hua got into the car with flowers in her arms, and said with a smile, "Hi, I'm Song Bochen's younger sister, Song Hua."

Song Wei!

Hearing this, Han Wenyin's almond eyes widened in surprise.

She didn't expect that the person Song Bochen was going to pick up was Song Hua!

Song Hua is the person she admires the most.

For a moment, Han Wenyin was very excited and didn't know how to react, "Hi, Goddess, I, I, I like you very much!"

"Thank you." Song Wei put the flowers in front, turned her eyes with a smile, "Brother, why don't you introduce me?"

Song Bochen touched his nose, "This is Miss Han Wenyinhan, Yinyin, this is my sister Song Wei."

Song Wei looked at Han Wenyin, "Brother's friend is my friend, Sister Han, you can call me by my nickname Yan Yan just like your elder brother."

She could tell that Song Bochen treated Han Wenyin differently.

Moreover, this girl is clean and naturally unpretentious.

If she could get together with Song Bochen, Song Hua would naturally agree very much.

Hearing this, Han Wenyin looked at Song Hua with shock in her eyes.

How could she have expected that Song Wei would be so friendly.

She didn't even expect that Song Wei would call her sister Han.

Song Wei sat next to Han Wenyin, "Sister Han, we are all about the same age, so you don't have to be cautious."

After all, it is very likely that she will be the future sister-in-law, so Song Wei naturally needs to be more enthusiastic.

You can't make your future sister-in-law feel very cold.

"Yes." Han Wenyin nodded.

God knows how nervous she is now.

Facing the goddess, she knew how to communicate at all, and she didn't even know how to use her hands and feet.

Song Wei looked at Song Bochen in the front seat, "Brother, I have something to do, just send me to Shangyue Plaza."

She didn't know that Song Bochen had an appointment with a beautiful woman before.

Now that I know it, I can no longer be a light bulb.

After all, it was hard for Song Bochen to be alone with the girl for a while.

"Then I'll pick you up later?" Song Bochen continued.

"No need," Song Hua continued, "Brother Yu will send me back."

Hearing that Yu Tingzhi was there, Song Bochen didn't ask any further questions.

"Well."

Song Bochen continued: "There is milk tea in the incubator."

"Okay." Song Hua took out two cups of milk tea from the incubator and handed one of them to Han Wenyin.

"Sister Han, try it."

"Thanks."

Song Wei smiled faintly, "You're welcome."

Her smile was like magic, instantly relieving the pressure on Han Wenyin.

It's just weird.

Song Wei took a sip of milk tea, and then said, "Sister Han, do you like Furong?"

"I like it very much." Han Wenyin replied.

Song Hua divided half of the hibiscus flower and handed it to Han Wenyin, "These are for you."

Han Wenyin was naturally embarrassed to accept the flowers from Song Wei, and declined, "Thank you, thank you, but"

Song Wei smiled and said: "This flower was given to me by an elder, and I just borrowed flowers to offer Buddha. Sister Han, if you don't accept it, you just don't want to be friends with me."

Han Wenyin took the hibiscus flower, her hands were shaking because she was too excited, "Thank you."

After all, Song Hua is the person she admires the most.

No one could understand Han Wenyin's mood at this moment.

Just great!

Shangyue Plaza is nearby.

Soon, the car stopped.

Song Wei got out of the car with the remaining half of Furong in her arms, "Sister Han, I'll go first."

Han Wenyin nodded.

At the end of the sentence, Song Wei looked at Song Bochen in the driver's seat, "Brother, drive carefully on the road."

"Well." Song Bochen continued to explain: "If Ting Zhi doesn't come, remember to call me."

"OK."

Song Bochen said again: "Remember not to talk to strangers."

Song Hua chuckled, "Brother, I'm already an adult."

Song Bochen didn't say anything more, "Then I'll send Yinyin back first."

"Well, let's go." Song Wei waved at him.

Song Bochen drove away.

Song Wei walked into the square with flowers in her arms.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

The square was very lively, Song Wei found a hot wooden barrel rice shop, and ordered a set meal.

When the meal was served, she took a picture of Yu Tingzhi and sent it.

Yu Tingzhi replied immediately: [Alone? 】

【Well, my brother went after a girl. 】

【Are you in Shangyue Plaza now? 】

【yes. 】

Yu Tingzhi replied: 【Order a wooden bucket rice for me, it will arrive in ten minutes. 】

Song Hua only thought he was joking.

After all, the man was still in Scotland when he spoke to her last night.

[Okay, what do you want to eat? ] Song Hua replied very cooperatively.

Yu Tingzhi: [Just like you. 】

Song Hua replied with an emoji, and then ate with lowered eyes.

Although this store is not big, the taste of wooden barrel rice is excellent.

Song Wei doesn't have the habit of playing with her mobile phone while eating. She eats carefully and eats slowly.

eating.

Song Wei suddenly felt that there seemed to be more people on the other side.

Then there is the familiar sandalwood scent.

Song Wei was taken aback for a moment, then raised her eyes, and saw Mr. Yu who had disappeared for a long time.

The man was wearing a black silk shirt, his exquisite phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, and he just looked at Song Wei like that.

Song Hua thought she was hallucinating, "Brother Yu?"

"Well, it's me." Yu Tingzhi's tone was low.

"When did you come back?" Song Hua asked.

Yu Tingzhi said: "Just arrived."

"I thought you were joking just now, so I didn't order for you. I'll order for you now." When the words fell, Song Hua was about to get up.

But Yu Tingzhi pressed her hand, his tone was still low, "We can just eat one."

"Okay." Song Wei nodded slightly.

The two special assistants standing at the door were a little confused. They looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Could it be that the husband is so anxious to let them send him over at a high speed just to have a bowl of wooden barrel rice with the little girl?

the other side.

Song Bochen sent Han Wenyin home.

Han Wenyin stepped out of the car, "Brother Song, thank you for taking me back."

"You're welcome."

Han Wenyin continued: "Well, do you want to go in and have a cup of tea?"

Song Bochen glanced at his watch, "Okay."

OK?

Han Wenyin was stunned.

She was just being polite casually, but she didn't expect Song Bochen to answer yes!

Although Han Wenyin was a little surprised, she did not lose her manners, "Brother Song, come with me."

Song Bochen locked the car door and followed Han Wenyin's footsteps.

The Han family lives on the first floor.

Through the balcony, Dai Xuexue saw this scene, but because of the dark night, she didn't see clearly what kind of car the man who brought Han Wenyin back was driving.

The Han family has a combination lock.

Han Wenyin opened the door.

The parents of the Han family were chatting in the living room. When they heard the door opening, they immediately turned their heads.

Looking at it this way, they were a little stunned.

No one expected that Han Wenyin brought a man back.

Han Wenyin bit the bullet and introduced: "Mom and Dad, this is my friend Song Bochen."

Yu Luo looked at Song Bochen again, "Brother Song, these are my parents."

Song Bochen looked at Han's parents, "Uncle and aunt."

Song Bochen was nearly 1.9 meters tall, more than two heads taller than Father Han, and Father Han needed to look up at him.

In addition, he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with extraordinary temperament and outstanding appearance, which made people feel a little oppressed.

When had Han's parents, who had been old farmers all their lives, seen such a person.

Han's mother was the first to react, "Mr. Song, this way please."

Then he looked at Father Han, "Hurry up and make tea for Mr. Song."

Father Han immediately went to make tea.

Song Bochen continued, "Don't bother uncles and aunts, I'll just sit down and leave."

"No trouble, no trouble, just make a cup of tea." Mother Han looked at Song Bochen with a smile on her face, "Mr. Song, sit down."

That way, it seems that Song Bochen is regarded as a future son-in-law.

After all, when the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she looks at it, the more she likes it.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Father Han also brought over the brewed tea at this time, "Mr. Song drinks tea."

Song Bochen took the teacup with both hands, "Thank you uncle."

Dai Xuexue in the room heard the movement outside, couldn't help changing her pajamas, and walked out from inside.

As soon as she walked into the living room, her eyes were attracted by Song Bochen on the sofa.

The man in a suit and leather shoes just sat on the sofa, exuding an aura of upper-class people all over his body.

This, this is the man who sent Han Wenyin back?

Dai Xuexue was glad that she had changed into a nice dress, and walked over with a smile, "Uncle and aunt, are there any guests at home?"

Mother Han turned her head, "Xuexue, this is Yinyin's friend, Mr. Song."

Dai Xuexue walked up to Song Bochen, and said generously, "Mr. Song, hello, I'm Yinyin's cousin, Dai Xuexue."

"Hello." Song Bochen nodded politely.

Dai Xuexue walked up to Han Wenyin again, and asked in a low voice, "Yinyin, is he your boyfriend?"

"No." Han Wenyin denied in a low voice.

Recently, the copyright of a popular comic of hers was sold. Coincidentally, Song Bochen is the father of Party A.

Dai Xuexue narrowed her eyes and looked at the Han family's parents, "Uncle and aunt, I ate a little too much at night, now go for a walk to digest food."

"Well, you go," Yu said, and Mother Han instructed again: "Remember to bring your mobile phone and come back early."

"Good aunt."

Dai Xuexue came to the door.

In fact, she didn't want to digest food, but to determine what kind of car Song Bochen was driving.

Dai Xuexue, who was brought outside, was stunned.

Bentley!

A five million Bentley!

Sure enough, as she expected, Mr. Song in the room was indeed a high-class person.

Being able to drive a five million Bentley means that this Mr. Song is not short of money at all, and he might be a famous nobleman in the capital.

Thinking of this, Dai Xuexue was very excited.

I didn't expect Han Wenyin's luck to be so good.

Dai Xuexue tried her best to calm herself down.

It seems that my trip to the capital was not in vain.

After confirming what kind of car Song Bochen was driving, Dai Xuexue didn't go back immediately, but wandered around the neighborhood.

Since Han Wenyin denied that Song Bochen was her boyfriend, she had reason to ask Han Wenyin to introduce herself to Song Bochen.

So

What kind of excuse do you have?

At this moment, Dai Mo came from not far away, and seeing Dai Xuexue, he was a little surprised, "Xuexue? Why are you still outside so late?"

"I'll come out to digest food." Dai Xuexue replied.

Dai Mo nodded, "Will you go back with me now?"

"Yes." Dai Xuexue followed Dai Mo's footsteps.

The two walked into the house together, and Dai Mo continued: "Old Bai will treat me to dinner tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

"No." Dai Xuexue flatly refused.

Dai Mo thought for a while and said what was in his heart, "Actually, the old white man is really good, why don't you add a WeChat to find out first? What if you are attracted to him?"

"No need." Dai Xuexue has a clear goal and never wastes time on unnecessary people.

Dai Mo continued: "Actually, my classmate should have a good impression of you. Tonight I joked that I wanted to match you up, but he didn't refuse."

Dai Xuexue frowned slightly, and looked at Dai Mo, "Brother, are you bored? How many times do you want me to tell you that I'm not interested in your classmate. You should tell him as soon as possible, don't dream, don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

She wouldn't marry a poor man who had nothing.

Dai Mo sighed, "Well, since you really don't like it, I'll make it clear to him tomorrow."

Good morning everyone~

See you tomorrow mua! (*╯3╰)