She bit her lip, feeling a little aggrieved.
The eye sockets are also red.
He said, "Brother Shaoxing, why are there no meat dishes at our banquet?"
"And the shredded pork and some cold dishes on the table are all sour. Didn't you say you invited people from the provincial capital to hold the banquet? How did it turn out like this? Many people have left."
Song Mingshan felt so aggrieved that she almost cried.
Even if she had married Jiang Zhaoyun in her previous life, she had never been so embarrassed.
At least the meal was presentable.
Zhang Shaoxing's eyes flashed with impatience, and he pulled her hand away: "Are you done yet?"
"Didn't you ask for both the motorcade and the wedding dress? You think these are free, right? Do you think my money, Zhang Shaoxing, came from the wind? You can squander it however you want?"
"You haven't even married into my Zhang family yet, but you're already trying to get money from me. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Aren't you just trying to compete with your sister Song Qingdai?"
But in fact, not only did he fail to surpass Gao Han and Song Qingdai, but he also lost face and became a laughing stock.
Let the kid from the Gao family make a fortune.
Song Mingshan looked at him in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that these words came out of his mouth.
Because he was not like this before marriage.
He was quite gentlemanly and treated her very politely and well-mannered, with the demeanor of an upper-class person. At that time, she felt that she was blind in her previous life and did not marry Zhang Shaoxing.
But the current Zhang Shaoxing seemed to be beyond her understanding.
"Brother Shaoxing, I..."
"Okay, stop talking so much. There are so many people here today, you'd better not cause trouble for me!"
The ferocity that flashed in Zhang Shaoxing's eyes at that moment frightened Song Mingshan so much that her face turned pale.
Was that just her illusion?
Brother Shaoxing’s eyes are so fierce.
"Look, Dad doesn't like that woman at all. He married her so that she can play with us!"
In a corner not far away, three children huddled together, looking at Song Mingshan with sinister eyes and weird smiles on their faces that did not match their age.
"Yes, yes, Dad is so nice, I love him the most!"
The youngest, Zhang Zeming, clapped his hands and cheered for a while.
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