Since Song Zhiyu and Song Lingzhao entered the mansion, people had already spread news from everywhere. When they hugged Song Ci and cried, the rest of the people rushed over. Ulala's stand was full of people, and they all looked around curiously.

Those little ones had never seen Song Lingzhao before, and were staring at him with big eyes.

This life is so high, like a mountain, it's just a bit ugly.

Zhongbaozi muttered in his heart again, and heard that he was my second uncle.

"Where is that bastard Song Lingzhao?" Outside the house, Jiang's fierce voice came.

Song Lingzhao turned his head suddenly, feeling a little excited. When he saw his mother appear, he stepped forward with red eyes: "Mom."

He acted as if he was kneeling, but he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and suddenly retreated after seeing the sword he was carrying.

"Boy, take me a blow." Jiang saw the person in front of him, raised his sword and exclaimed.

"Mom, it won't be." Song Lingzhao wanted to hide, but was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to hide, so he had to stand alone.

Jiang hit Song Lingzhao with his sword: "You dead boy, you are willing to come back. Oh, I thought you will never come back in your life, a little brat, a bastard!"

Song Lingzhao smiled foolishly: "Mom, you want to hit, hit hard, I don't hurt, just vent your anger."

Jiang was fighting and couldn't do it anymore. When he loosened his hand, his sword fell down. He hugged him and started crying, and while hammering, he cried and scolded: "You unfilial son, a bastard, wuwu, you miss me so much."

Song Lingzhao stood still, letting her practice to make up for it. Looking at Song Lingjie who was rushing over from behind, he raised his hand.

Song Lingjie nodded, with excitement and tears in his eyes.

Song Ci smiled and looked at the noisy scene, as if she was back many years ago when the children were still young and were noisy.

But in the blink of an eye, they are all dads.

very nice.

After a while, Jiang wiped his tears, took a step back, looked at Song Lingzhao carefully, touched his face with his hand, and cried and laughed: "What is this beard like? It's like an old man, so ugly."

"Mom, I'm called masculinity." Song Lingzhao retorted.

Jiang Shi spat, pushed him, and said, "Let me greet your elders and juniors."

Song Lingzhao first greeted the elders, and then hugged Song Lingsu's two children, saying that they were so beautiful, they were all so old.

But his own nephews were still in his cradle, but they also grew up. His black eyes were looking around. Seeing Song Lingzhao's beard was not afraid of being angry, he stared boldly.

When he arrived at the exquisite little girl behind Jiang, Song Lingzhao's eyes lit up: "Yuanyuan?"

Song Ruzhen walked out and gave a blessing to Song Lingzhao openly: "Second Brother."

Song Lingzhao took a step forward and raised her up, which scared the little girl so much that she exclaimed, but she giggled and laughed out loud.

"My sister has grown up and is even more beautiful." Song Lingzhao sighed very much.

He put down Yuanyuan, touched her buns, and walked to Song Lingjie again. The latter stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, pounding it into his shoulder armor.

"Here I'm back."

Song Lingzhao smiled on his face: "Yeah, I'm back."

He opened his hands and hugged his brothers and patted him hard on the back: "Thank you for your hard work in the past few years."

Song Lingjie was almost photographed with spitting: "..."
Chapter completed!