Seeing that it was twelve o'clock, but still did not see Yang Yueru's figure, Song Zhiyuan was really anxious now, and walked to Zhang Ermao's face angrily.
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"Brother Ermao, where's Yueru?" It is true that Song Zhiyuan is a little worried and angry. He originally thought it would be absolutely relieved to leave things to Zhang Ermao, but now... Song Zhiyuan is simply disappointed with Zhang Ermao. Through.
"Song Shao, I..." Looking at Song Zhiyuan, I was really anxious. Zhang Ermao looked embarrassed and embarrassed: "I asked Ma Tao to pick her up, but now... I should be on the road now! "
"Huh!" Song Zhiyuan snorted coldly, and then continued to yell at Zhang Ermao: "Where is Ma Tao? Where is he now?"
"He..." Zhang Ermao still wanted to explain, but at this moment Song Pride slowly walked out with his old mother, walked to the gate of the villa, and the surrounding crowd slowly surrounded him.
"Oh..." Seeing this posture, Song Zhiyuan looked disappointed. After a long sigh, he had to walk towards his father.
18k leader Song is proud of his 60th birthday, Xu Chenggang is here, Yecheng is here, even Chen Ping is here, of course, there are also some unknown big and small people in the surrounding areas of the market; my brother's 60th birthday, Song Ziqiang came, and the director of the Nancheng District Public Security Bureau also came in person. Of course, many district and county leaders and even leaders of the municipal party committee came to celebrate the birthday.
Standing at the gate of the villa, Song Zihao, with his majesty and a smile on his face, accepted everyone's birthday and blessings as if the emperor accepted the pilgrimage of the ministers.
His mother, this old thing stood up and put on a posture, and then everyone stepped forward to congratulate one by one. This... This old thing is really like an ancient emperor, and it really becomes the emperor of the underworld, hope Looking at the posture in front of him, Zhang Ermao was a sigh. When he thought of the word "emperor", Zhang Ermao thought of Song Huizong, and of course he also thought of Li Jingjing, with a heavy expression on his face.
After everyone had celebrated their birthday, Song Zhiyuan slowly walked to his father, kneeled on his knees, and said loudly, "Dad, today is your 60th birthday. Son Zhiyuan wishes you good luck in the East China Sea and longevity! "
"Well, good!" Song Zihao smiled, and reached out to support his son on the ground.
"Dad!" After his brother stood up, Song Siyi slowly walked to the front of his father Song Zihao, also kneeling on his knees, and said with a smile: "Dad, today is your birthday, my baby girl Siyi wishes Your youth is always there, and you will live forever!"
"Hahaha..." Song Zihao smiled, bent down, and extended his arms to support Song Siyi on the ground: "Okay, baby, you're a good baby for Dad.
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Am I going to live forever? I don’t know if the next one will be “Long live my emperor, long live, long live,” I really think of myself as the emperor! Zhang Ermao, who was hiding behind the crowd, had a look of disdain. Thinking of the emperor, thinking of Li Jingjing in his body, Zhang Ermao's heart is really uncomfortable now.
"Hehe..." Song Siyi slowly stood up, gave his father Song Zihao a full hug, and then stood next to Zhang Ermao's mother again, reaching out and gently holding the old mother's arm.
After Song Siyi stood up, Yang Mengling slowly walked to Song Zihao's front, kneeling on her knees, with a smile on her face, but there seemed to be a trace of loss on her face: "Uncle, Today is your birthday, and your niece Mengling wishes you good health, all the best, and the younger you live!"
"Hahaha... Okay, the more you live, the younger you are!" Song Zihao still had a big smile on his face. He still bent down and stretched out his hands to support Yang Mengling on the ground: "Mengling! You are the uncle's only niece." ! No, you are the uncle's daughter. Tell me, why haven't you seen uncle for so long!"
"Uncle, I... I am very busy at work, I will definitely come to see you often in the future!" Yang Mengling looked embarrassed, and slowly stood aside after speaking.
This son, daughter, and only niece have all come forward to congratulate him. I don’t know whose turn is the next one. Zhang Ermao’s face is puzzled, and he looks at his side. Meet a Wang Youcai.
Not to mention, Wang Youcai has been with the Song family for so many years, and Song Zhiyuan is like a brother. According to the qualifications, this kid should really play.
Oh, what do you say when it's Lao Tzu's turn to step forward next time? The words of blessings were all finished by the people in front, and I didn't want to repeat them, but I was uneducated, and I couldn't think of other blessings. This... This is anxious to Zhang Ermao.
"Er Mao!" Just when Zhang Ermao was in a daze, when he was in a hurry, Wang Youcai walked behind Zhang Ermao: "You kid, what are you doing in a daze? It's time for you to come forward and congratulate Mr. Song!"
"Ah!" Hearing what Wang Youcai said, Zhang Ermao was anxious: "Don't you still have you? I... I haven't thought of a good word yet?"
"I miss you, go!" Wang Youcai, with a look of anger, pushed Zhang Ermao's back heavily with both hands, and directly pushed this guy to Song Zihao's body.
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Kneeling or not, he is not the father of Laozi, why should he kneel, don't kneel! But the juniors in front of them all knelt when they came forward to celebrate their birthday!
Ok! Kneel on your knees, is your old mother still beside Song Zihao anyway? I did not kneel to Song Zihao, but to my old mother.
"Dad, I... Ah!" Zhang Ermao's nervousness was called the wrong one again.
"Ah!" Zhang Ermao called everyone surprised, and then laughed out: "Hahaha..."
"No, no!" Zhang Ermao was nervous! Looking at everyone with a smile, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "Mr. Song, today is your birthday, the juniors wish you..."
"Wait a minute!" Just when Zhang Ermao was also anxious and didn't think about what to say, Song Zihao yelled with a smile: "Ermao! You call me father is a bit early, but the uncle called It shouldn't be too much!"
Dad, it's a bit early, uncle, it shouldn't be an exaggeration, alas, it seems this old man is determined to accept himself as a son-in-law!
"Why, don't you still want to call!" Song Zihao asked with a smile on his face when Zhang Ermao was in deep thought.
"No, of course not!" Zhang Ermao said nervously, "Uncle, today is your birthday, the juniors wish you twenty this year, nineteen next year, and eighteen next year!" I care so much about you, Anyway, those women on TV said that when they passed away.
"Hahaha..." Hearing what Zhang Ermao said, everyone laughed again.
"You kid!" Song Zihao looked angry, but still bent down and stretched out his arms to support Zhang Ermao on the ground: "What is 20 this year! I am 60 this year, my 60th birthday!"
"I... I was wrong!" Zhang Ermao was puzzled.
"Yes, yes, I feel comfortable after listening, hahaha..." Song Zihao laughed, but didn't let go of Ermao's arm, but dragged this guy to his side.
After Zhang Ermao stood up, Wang Youcai led Huang Zhibing, Peng Dayu and others slowly to Song Zihao, kneeling on one knee, and shouting in unison: "Mr. Song, I Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing, Peng Dayu, brothers representing 18k I wish you: Good luck as the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan, eternal youth, and longevity
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"Okay!" Song Zihao still laughed: "Get up all, get up all!" Song Zihao yelled, grabbing Wang Youcai's arm, and then pulling his son in front of him: "Zhi Yuan, Ermao, and you, talented. From today on, you are the three brothers, the three sons of Song Zihao, hahaha..."
"Congratulations, Mr. Song..."
"Congratulations, congratulations..."
Seeing Song Zihao smile so proudly, everyone stepped forward to congratulate again, only Xu Chenggang and Chen Ping on the side showed a trace of disdain on their faces.
"Thank you, thank you everyone. Today, someone from Song is happy, and I will announce another good news in front of everyone!" Song Zihao was proud of his face, and while yelling, he pulled his daughter Song Siyi to his body. Qianqian: "This is my precious daughter. She has been stubborn and unreasonable since she was a child. I have always worried that she will not be able to marry..."
"Dad!" Before Song Zihao finished his words, Song Siyi interrupted him angrily: "Who said I can't get married!"
"Hahaha..." Hearing what Song Zihao said, everyone laughed again, and of course they understood the meaning of Song Zihao's words. This was nothing more than a joke, but Song Ziqiang did not laugh at this time, just watched carefully. There was a disappointed expression on her daughter Yang Mengling's face.
"Okay, Dad knows that Dad hasn't finished speaking yet?" Song Zihao patted his daughter on the shoulder, and then continued: "Everyone, I officially announce Zhang Ermao today, Mr. Zhang Kou and my daughter Miss Song Siyi..."
"Hahaha..." Before Song Zihao's words were finished, he was interrupted by a laugh. This laugh was not made by everyone, nor was it made by one of the people present. This laugh was a bit special, some A smirk, a little smug, a little harsh.
Everyone looked puzzled, and turned around in a hurry. In the distance, a thin, plainly dressed, some dusty old man was slowly walking towards the entrance of the villa.
When he looked at the other party's clothes, heard the other party's laugh, and saw the other party's face clearly, Song Zihao's face was shocked, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, almost unable to believe the facts before him.
Seeing the old man walking up slowly in front of him, everyone looked surprised and hurriedly dispersed. Wang Youcai, who was standing next to Song Zihao, looked puzzled. He was about to ask questions, but was given by Song Zihao. He grabbed his arm tightly.