The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

   Chapter 67 066: Go to Jiangcheng

   Zhou Zicheng didn't expect much from the friend Zhao Zijun said.

   After all, Zhao Zijun's strength is not bad, and if he can't solve the problem, neither can his friends.

  The hacker circle is all people of equal strength can become friends.

   Big guys like taro ball milk tea have another circle of friends.

   Just when Zhou Zicheng was looking around for the contact information of Taro Ball Milk Tea, he suddenly received a call from the company.

   Zhao Zijun was still a little stunned, "Master, Senior Brother, have all the problems been solved?"

   "Yes!" Zhou Zicheng continued: "That Zijun, I won't tell you, the meeting time will be up soon, you can go back and send me your friend's account number."

"OK."

   Zhao Zijun was still confused until he hung up the phone.

   "How is it? My master is amazing, right?" Zhang Dazhu came over and put his arms around Zhao Zijun's shoulder.

   "Great!" Zhao Zijun nodded.

  Zhang Dazhu looked arrogant, "I said it long ago, my master is super powerful, you still don't believe it, do you believe it now?"

   "I believe it." Zhao Zijun then nodded.

   He is still in a dazed state.

   He didn't even see how Song Yu was operating, and Song Yu solved all the problems.

  Is this the operation of the legendary boss?

   At this moment, Zhao Zijun seemed to think of something, and then said: "That, big, big god, you send me the account number."

  Unconsciously, Zhao Zijun's address to Song Jing has changed from 'Miss Song' to 'Great God'. ’

   "Well." Song Jing took out her phone, "Add a WeChat, I'll send it to you later."

  Add WeChat.

   God took the initiative to add his WeChat!

  Happiness came too suddenly.

  Zhao Zijun immediately took out his phone, "God, I'll sweep you!"

The speed of    was so fast that he was afraid that Song Wei would regret it in the next second.

   After all, this is the real God.

   drops.

  Zhao Zijun scanned the code.

  Song Wei's WeChat name is an abbreviation of her name.

  SH.

  's avatar is also very simple, it's always a chubby cat.

   Zhao Zijun made a note very seriously.

   Great God.

  Song Jing picked up the backpack and opened the zipper, "Steamed buns, come here."

   Hearing Song Jing's voice, Mantou immediately ran over and got into the bag.

   Zhang Dazhu came over, "Master, are you going back?"

"Um."

  Zhang Dazhu looked at his watch, "It's only half past ten, why don't we go for supper, I know that there is a place that tastes good."

  Song Jing declined.

   She has to go back to beauty sleep.

  Zhang Dazhu immediately said: "There is a self-service milk tea over there, and you can drink unlimited amounts. I heard that the boss is from the prairie and has a unique secret recipe, which makes people think about the second time after drinking it once."

   Hearing the words, Song Jing frowned, "Really?"

   "Of course it's true!" Zhao Zijun answered, "I also know what Dazhu said about this place, that milk tea is really amazing!"

   "Let's go then."

  Song Jing picked up the bag.

  Zhang Dazhu immediately followed Song Jing's footsteps.

   After half an hour, we arrived at a barbecue restaurant called Brother Three.

  The reputation of this shop is really good. Although it is past eleven o’clock, there are still many people queuing up.

   After waiting in line for about half an hour, we finally arrived at Song Yu and the others.

  Song Wei is more interested in milk tea than in food, so she came to the self-service milk tea for the first time to realize the freedom of milk tea.

  **

   Beijing.

   Song Family Manor.

   Sun-facing bedroom on the second floor.

  Song Yiyan held the phone, "How is it? Has the result come out?"

   "Just got the results."

   "Look at it."

   These three days are enough for Song Yiyan to arrange everything.

  If that person is really Song Yan, she will naturally have a way to make her disappear from this world forever.

   No one can take her place as the eldest miss of the Song family.

  Thinking of this, Song Yiyan looked out the window with a ruthless look in her eyes.

   "Don't worry, she's not Song Yan."

   Hearing this sentence, Song Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

  Song Yiyan's mouth rose slightly, "It's been a long time for you."

   After hanging up the phone, Song Yiyan came downstairs.

   Zheng Mei is chatting with the servant.

   "Mom, what are you talking about, so happy?"

   Hearing this, Zheng Mei looked back at Song Yiyan, with a rare smile on her face, "I'm telling Ma Zhang about your eldest brother. You're not too young, and I haven't made a friend yet."

  Song Bochen is 30 years old this year, and he has never held a girl's hand, which makes Zheng Mei very anxious.

  Song Yiyan said in a gentle tone: "Mom, eldest brother is an opinionated person, don't worry."

   After the words fell, Song Yiyan took Zheng Mei's arm, "By the way, I have something to tell you."

   "What's the matter?" Zheng Mei asked.

  Song Yiyan bit her lip and said hesitantly, "I don't know if I should tell you, because I haven't determined the final result."

   Hearing this, Zheng Mei grabbed Song Yiyan's hand and said excitedly, "Is there any news about your sister?"

"I don't know if it's my sister, but the characteristics are quite consistent in all aspects, and she also has a red birthmark on her left arm," Song Yiyan paused and said angrily, "Mom, I actually have a red birthmark on her left arm. I regret telling you about it now, if that person wasn't my sister, I can't imagine how disappointed you would be."

  Red birthmark.

   Hearing this sentence, the maid Zhang's face changed, but she quickly returned to her original state.

   "No no no!" Zheng Mei said: "Yiyan, even if there is a little trouble, you can't hide it from your mother! Even if she is not your sister, your mother will be very happy."

   At least, through this incident, she can see a glimmer of hope.

  Song Yiyan looked at Zheng Mei, "Mom, let's agree, if that person is not your sister, you must not be sad or sad."

   "Well," Zheng Mei nodded, "please tell me, where is that child who looks a lot like your sister? Let's go right away!"

  Song Yiyan said: "I just got the news too. Her name is Si Yue, she grew up in an orphanage and now lives in Jiangcheng."

  Because she knew that Si Yue was not Song Yan, Song Yiyan would say this.

   She had to let the Song family know how hard she had to find Song Yan.

   At the same time, it can also make Zheng Mei give up.

   After so many years, Song Yan probably died outside.

   grew up in an orphanage.

   Hearing this sentence, Zheng Mei felt very uncomfortable.

  If this Si Yue is her Yanyan, then how much has her Yanyan suffered since childhood.

   Zheng Mei's eyes turned red in an instant.

   Seeing Zheng Mei like this, Song Yiyan frowned without a trace.

   Could it be that she is really inferior to Song Yan?

   She is obviously more sensible, more filial, better and more beautiful than Song Yan.

   She has been with the Song family for more than ten years.

  Song Yan didn't even show her face once, so she easily won everyone's love.

   Is this fair to her?

  Song Yiyan worked hard to suppress the discomfort in her heart, and then said, "Mom, I bought a ticket to Jiangcheng tomorrow, do you want to go together?"

   "Yes." Zheng Mei held Song Yiyan's hand, "Yiyan, thank you for your hard work."

   "It's not hard," Song Yiyan shook her head and said with a smile, "Mom, more than anyone else, I hope my sister can come back sooner, and then our family will be reunited."

   "Good boy, good boy!"

  Zheng Mei was very moved. Over the years, she did not love Song Yiyan in vain.

Song Yiyan continued: "Mom, I booked a flight at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have to get up early. You are not in a good mood these days. Go upstairs to rest for a while. No matter whether that person is a sister or not, you must do your best. to see her in a state of mind."

   Little fairies, good morning duck~

   See you tomorrow~

   (end of this chapter)