I eat wife cake on the fifteenth of every month

Hua Manyi was shocked and looked at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Song Shichang smiled without saying a word, and took the seal from her hand, "Hey, this is not something you can play with casually, it's better to leave it to Uncle Song for safekeeping."

"No," Hua Manyi insisted, "This is the seal of my Hua family!"

Song Shichang tapped the back of her hand with a cane, Hua Manyi let out a cry of pain, and let go of her hand.

"Your Hua family?" Song Shichang seemed to have heard some big joke, "You think I stole your Hua family's seal?"

"Isn't it?" Hua Manyi sneered and asked him back, "Uncle Song is just a thief, and he's still an old thief who will plant and frame things."

"Smart teeth."

Song Shichang blew off the snow on the seal, "Someone personally delivered this to your Uncle Song."

"Impossible! How could my daddy—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Hua Manyi suddenly shut up.

——You probably don’t know that you almost became my Song Shichang’s child back then

——This was delivered to your Uncle Song by someone

In the blink of an eye, something is about to come out.

Hua Manyi's spine felt cold, "No, it's impossible..."

"How is it impossible?" Song Shichang frowned, "You should know that with your father's temper, even you can't touch such an important thing, but there is one person who can."

"You're talking nonsense!" Hua Manyi's eyes were tearing apart. She stood up and wanted to grab his collar, but before she touched him, two men in black suits appeared on both sides of Song Shichang and clasped her arms.

"Manyi!" Yuan Nai stood up, walked to her side, trying to break the man's hand, "Let her go!"

"Believe it or not, child, this seal was indeed given to me by your mother, oh no..."

Song Shichang seemed to remember something, "To be precise, it was delivered to your Uncle Song's bed."

"Bah—you're talking nonsense! You're fucking talking nonsense!"

Hua Manyi had never tried to break down like this before, she tried her best to kill Song Shichang, but the two strong men kept holding her tightly, unable to move him at all.

She spat at him hard, "Song Shichang, you will die!"

"You!" Song Shichang suppressed the anger in his chest, put the seal in his pocket, and then slowly wiped the drool off his face with his hand.

With sharp eyes, the two men immediately kicked Hua Manyi.

Hua Manyi fell straight to the ground.

"Manyi!" Yuan Nai screamed and hurried to help her.

"Do it." Song Shichang rubbed his cheeks, his face darkened.

"Yes!" The two men took out their pistols one after another, loaded them, and pointed at the two people on the ground.

Hua Manyi and Yuan Nai's faces turned pale.

All of a sudden, a car beam was facing them, and the two men pointed their guns at the opposite side as soon as they became alert.

"Who is it?" Song Shichang narrowed his pale eyes.

The lights of the car were turned off, revealing the silhouette of a black car.

"Master Song, long time no see."

The lazy female voice was mixed with cigarettes and slowly exhaled, appearing extremely lonely and clear in this quiet square.

Hua Manyi and Yuan Nai, who were slumped on the ground, looked at each other blankly, and both saw some doubts in each other's eyes.

Why did Gong's mother appear here by such a coincidence?

Song Shichang looked at the woman in a fur coat who was walking slowly, and behind her were two men who looked like elites. Song Shichang looked a little unhappy, and frowned, "Is that you?"

Gong Yan, a son of an official family, he still has a little impression.Gong Ao, the governor of the navy in the former dynasty, worshiped the second rank. Although the previous dynasty fell, the Gong family still had a place in Haicheng, but fortunately, the Gong family’s headquarters was not in Haicheng, but in Nancheng. Otherwise, the Haicheng Gong would be afraid. It's not his turn

Song Shichang sat big.

It's just that this woman is not her bustard at Fenghai Song and Dance Hall, what is she doing here?

"It's me, Master Song." Standing in front of him, Gong Yan glanced at Hua Manyi's red, swollen and towering face, as well as the blood-stained snow on the ground, his expression flickered slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Song Shichang observed her.

"Don't do anything," Gong Yan smiled with red lips, his eyes were slightly cold, "I just want to ask Mr. Song, is it because he is old or his eyes are dim, so can he do things recklessly?"

Song Shichang glanced at Hua Manyi and Yuan Nai on the ground, then met Gong Yan's gaze, narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"It means that you shouldn't hit my people."

Hua Manyi was taken aback for a moment, staring blankly at Gong Yan who was looking down, her heart was suddenly moved by something.

Sour and numb.

"Mother Gong..." She murmured with a swollen face.

Mama Gong looked away without haste.

"You mean Hua Manyi?" Song Shichang's jaw tightened, "She left your Fenghai Song and Dance Hall."

That doesn't matter to her.

"Yes, she left." Gong's mother still smiled lightly, "But you may not know that she and I still have a relationship—"

"What?" Song Shichang's forehead jumped suddenly.

"She's my woman."

As soon as these words fell, the people present were shocked.

Especially Hua Manyi, she didn't feel the pain on her face, only this sentence remained in her head, what, what is her woman?

Gong Yan took another puff of cigarette with a cold and arrogant expression, "I don't mind saying one more thing, Hua Manyi will be the first daughter-in-law of my Gong family."

Hua Manyi's jaw was about to drop, she pinched Yuan Nai beside her, "Yuan Nai, is it my hallucination? Why do I seem to hear that I'm going to get married?"

Yuan Nai also had a look of disbelief, "I don't know, why don't you tell me if you want to get married."

At this time, a man behind Gong Yan pushed his glasses, "Master Song, our Master Gong has already agreed to this matter, and our wife is going to take her to see Master Gong and Mrs. Gong today, but now Miss Huamanyi... ..."

The man glanced at the redness and swelling on Hua Manyi's face, "I'm afraid it's hard to explain."

Hua Manyi was dumbfounded, not knowing how to react.

Song Shichang couldn't hear the meaning, he just wanted an explanation, but his territory was not something a cat or a dog could break into.

"Gong Yan, I don't care who your people want to see, but she took the old man's things. Could it be that the old man can't even teach me a lesson? There is no such reason in this world."

After the words fell, Song Shichang looked behind her proudly, two teams from the Xu family of ceramics and the Wang family of silk arrived.

All of a sudden, in this lonely square, gunpowder smoke filled the air silently.

Their three giants of smoke and earth, ceramics, and silk Haicheng complement each other, and the heyday of the South Sanxing is the best proof.

Once he falls, the other two lines can never be divided up. Under the chain of interests is an intricate network of people. No one can replace Song Shichang, and it is impossible for anyone to be different!

The two sisters Yuan Nai and Hua Manyi both turned pale when they saw the black muzzle of the gun, and shivered and pulled each other tightly.

"Gong Yan, your Gong family is indeed worthy of the old man's admiration, but this does not mean that the whole Haicheng has to listen to your Gong family. The previous dynasty is dead. I sincerely advise you to go back to your Nancheng."

Back in Nancheng, you Gong family can do whatever you want, but if you run amok in Haicheng, not everyone will give three points of face!

Gong Yan heard the words, looked over unhurriedly, saw several giants in Haicheng, turned around, "Master Song, are you going to die?"