Everyone was waiting quietly. Even those who usually liked to talk didn't dare to speak. They all looked towards the door with Song Kangli, but there was not much movement.
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Meng Nanxi sat in the car and saw the wide road, followed by the townhouses, and then the entire old house.
Maybe it was because this place had been renovated, so everything was old and replaced. While Meng Nanxi was shocked, she couldn't help but start thinking about how much all this would cost.
In her previous life, before she transmigrated into the book, although she was already a top star, she didn't save so much money?
After all, he also likes to do charity fundraising. Even if he spent a huge amount of money to buy a villa and decorate it, it would not be so magnificent and beautiful.
Going further, it seemed that the car could not drive in. After all, this was not a car with a registered license plate here, but Song Yuanyuan's business car today.
So the two men got out of the car and stood at the guardhouse. After waiting for a few seconds, someone drove a convertible to them.
When Song Yuanyuan saw the convertible for the first time, her eyes flashed, and she pursed her lips and looked at Meng Nanxi with a slight smile. As expected, her grandfather liked Meng Nanxi so much that he cared so much about her even though they hadn't met yet.
The guards also respectfully asked them to leave, and then Song Yuanyuan pulled Meng Nanxi into the convertible.
Knowing that Meng Nanxi had no idea what was going on, Song Yuanyuan tried her best to explain it to Meng Nanxi.
"This car is our grandfather's special car. He thinks it's very comfortable to ride in it, especially in the summer when there's a gentle breeze. That's why only grandfather rides in this car."
"Grandpa really likes you, otherwise he wouldn't have asked them to drive this car to pick you up."
"There are gardens on both sides. They are all our Song family's land. Planted on them are all the things we want to grow. Each square has our name written on it. You can also choose a small square to plant what you like."
"Oh, by the way, there might be a lot of people inside today, so don't be scared. We are actually very gentle."
"Also, Grandpa may seem unreliable and even a little serious, but he's been looking for my aunt for a long, long time. Now that he's heard the news of her passing, he's been heartbroken for a long time, so when the time comes, you..."
The rest of the words were not finished, but Meng Nanxi still understood what Song Yuanyuan meant.
Know they are nervous.
I was nervous about her thoughts about the Song family and whether she was willing to accept the Song family.
Meng Nanxi pursed her lips and turned to look at the scenery outside the window. This place is indeed a place where every inch of land in City A is worth a lot of money, and it is also a place where all the rich people want to be.
So this is the taste of money.
The car moved forward slowly. After about five or six minutes, it passed a large garden, followed by some small gardens, and then a huge gate.
The eyes of several people in the house who heard the sound flashed.
"Here I come."
"They should have arrived."
"Grandpa's convertible!"
Everyone was talking at once, and there was no trace of the quiet atmosphere at the beginning. Song Kangli sat motionless on the sofa, but the tension in his clenched fists and the flash of happiness and worry in his eyes were not noticed by anyone.
"It's almost time. I'm so nervous. Mom and Dad, have you prepared your meeting gifts?"
"Grandpa, Sister Nanxi is really beautiful. You will definitely like her very much."
“…….”
Song Chengcheng chattered non-stop, but Song Kangli used to act like he didn't want to pay any attention to her, but now he suddenly seemed to feel comfortable listening to her, as if he liked whatever Meng Nanxi did.
Just as everyone was looking on expectantly, the car stopped and the sound of footsteps outside came closer and closer. Song Kangli tightly grasped the crutches in his hand, pursed his lips, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Then he licked his lips, his nervousness was beyond words. How many years have passed? How many years have passed.
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