Min Huixin's expression gradually changed.
She has only one son, Song Min, from her first wife.
The second wife has four sons and four daughters-in-law, which makes a total of eight people.
Although the second brother Song Yunzhi had already sacrificed his life, the two elders still gave Wu Fangnian double the red envelopes.
By this calculation, she was short of seven red envelopes.
And her son is not married yet.
But the second wife’s four sons are all married, and they have eight children in total.
So by this calculation, she is short of fifteen red envelopes.
She just counted it, one red envelope is twenty yuan, so she lost three hundred yuan.
Three hundred yuan is half a year's salary for her husband.
After doing the math, Min Huixin's face became even uglier.
She looked at Song's father with dissatisfaction at the large group of people standing around him.
Then he looked at the two children in Song Yunhui's house who were kowtowing and said:
"Dad, Mom, there are ten people in the second brother's family, including the grandparents. We only have Song Min here. You've already given a share to the sacrificed Yunzhi, so why don't you give Xiao Min five more red envelopes?"
As soon as these words fell, the air suddenly stagnated.
Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, Father Song, Mother Song, Song Yunhui, Wu Fangnian, and Song Yiyuan all changed their expressions.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I mentioned my second brother Song Yunzhi who had died.
Obviously, this sentence angered everyone in the Song family.
Song's mother was instantly furious.
"Min Huixin, what do you mean by mentioning Yunzhi on New Year's Day?"
"Just for a few red envelopes, you're going to do anything, aren't you?"
Min Huixin was startled. She patted her chest and looked at Song's mother.
"You scared me to death. Am I not telling the truth? My parents did give Yunzhi's wife two red envelopes just now."
"go out!"
Grandpa Song also spoke coldly.
Lin Qingqing supported Song's mother and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
Zhou Yingying and Zhuang Chaoyue also supported the trembling Wu Fangnian at the same time, but glared at Min Huixin with dissatisfaction.
Song Yiyuan immediately went to Grandma Song with tears in his eyes and helped her to smooth her back.
“Wuwuwuwu…”
When Song Chengting heard his father's name and his grandmother's sudden anger, he burst into tears.
"Cheng Ting, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, don't cry."
Zhuang Chaoyue hurriedly squatted down to coax Song Chengting.
"I miss my dad. I want my dad."
Song Chengting, who was only five years old, could not understand the complicated world of adults.
He just remembered that his father was very special to him. He hadn't seen his father for a long time.
When will Dad come?
He really misses his dad.
The crying of the child touched Wu Fangnian.
She squatted down and hugged Song Chengting.
Tears couldn't stop falling.
"Aunt, you should go home first."
Lin Qingqing said in a very cold tone.
Min Huixin looked around blankly.
What did she do?
She didn't do anything.
I am the one who has been wronged.
She looked at Uncle Song with grievance. The man, who always had a bad temper, was glaring at her at this moment.
Min Huixin felt extremely aggrieved, and seeing Uncle Song's expression again, she became furious.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Mom, I'll accompany you to visit grandma to celebrate the New Year, okay?"
Song Min suppressed his emotions and tried his best to push Min Huixin out.
"Why are you pulling me here? I want the red envelope for you. You are such a heartless person. You don't even know who is close to whom..."
Min Huixin's mother was dragged away with a grin.
"grandfather!"
Grandpa Song, who was originally sitting upright on the sofa, suddenly turned pale and fell backwards.
Song Yunhai exclaimed.
Everyone looked at Grandpa Song.
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