2048: C2048 A Natural Enemy a Happy Enemy

C2048 A Natural Enemy a Happy Enemy

The entire villa of Song Family was filled with a peaceful and joyous atmosphere.

This cold and stern voice was like a bucket of cold water splashing onto the flame that was rising and falling. It was like a bucket of cold water had poured onto the heart of the heart.

The smiles on the faces of Soong Junxiong and Ning Wentao, who were chatting and laughing, suddenly froze. Soong Junxiong looked at Ning Feixuan with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Ning Wentao was indeed worthy of being the head of the Ning Family. He quickly spoke to ease the atmosphere. He first pulled his daughter and pretended to scold her angrily.

"Fei Xuan! This is not a special department. Today, we are only discussing private matters and not business matters. Take in your commander's temper. "

Then, he spoke in a gentle tone. He smiled at Soong Junxiong and said:

"This is how children play around. There's no need to cover their mouths. However, fei Xuan was also engaged to Cheng Zhi's child. In the future, every word and action represents the meaning of the two families. You have to be more careful."

Ning Wentao was smiling on the surface, but there were words in his words. It was clear that he was using the engagement matter to use the Wan family to pressure Soong Junxiong!

Everyone present was an extremely shrewd old fox. How could Soong Junxiong not understand Ning Wentao's meaning?

Without thinking, he slapped his own son's face and shouted with an angry face.

"Hurry up and apologize to you, Sister Ning!"

Song Minghao, who had coveted Ning Feixuan's hot figure, lowered his head and apologized honestly.

Soong Junxiong, whose anger had been suppressed to his throat, chuckled and asked Ning Feixuan, "Niece Fei Xuan, have you vented your anger this time?"

The beautiful and enchanting Ning Feixuan did not even bother to look at this old fox as she replied perfunctorily. "Just so-so."

After handing over the gifts, ning Wentao, who had given Soong Junxiong a warning, was just about to bring his daughter in when he heard his daughter's phone vibrate.

Ning Wentao's thick eyebrows wrinkled, and he said with some disgust, "Didn't I tell you to turn off your phone?"

"Gao Junwu is monitoring the situation in Yanjing. I'm afraid something will happen." Ning Feixuan made up an excuse and looked at the unfamiliar phone number. She was looking forward to it.

Could it be the phone number of that narcissist? Didn't he say he wouldn't come to celebrate Soong Zhengde's birthday?

Ning Feixuan cleared her throat and answered the phone.

"I have something to talk to you about."

It was indeed that arrogant voice!

Ning Feixuan was secretly delighted in her heart but pretended to be angry and said to the phone, "I don't have time to accompany you!" She immediately hung up the phone.

Meng Ran, who was far away in the Ling State City, was stunned by Ning Feixuan's actions.

"Are you really angry?" Meng Ran, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, muttered with a strange expression.

Su Fangfei, who was driving, laughed secretly.

"Who called?" When Father Ning saw that his daughter had taken the initiative to hang up, he nodded slightly as if he was somewhat satisfied.

"A narcissist. Father, I'm worried that Gao Junwu won't be able to handle it. I'll call him back and ask him about the situation. You go in first, I'll be there in a while."

Captain Ning lied with a straight face.

Ning Wentao believed him and gave him a few words of advice before entering the living room.

He happened to pass by Minister Song, who was holding Soong Shuyao, and glanced at her curiously.

...2

"Hey! Arrogant!" Ning Feixuan sneaked to a quiet corner and dialed the number.

"Are you really angry?" Meng Ran's concerned voice came.

Sister Gao Lengyu, who was as cold as ice in front of Meng Ran, could hear the concern in Meng Ran's words. At this moment, she was like a little girl in love. Her beautiful face, which was like a fairy, had a blush on it.

She replied in a tsundere manner. "Why do you care?"

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