The Peerless Master of the Female President

Chapter 326 I like you!
After Zhang Qingfeng took his guard, Lao Zhang, and left in despair, the atmosphere in the birthday banquet hall became very dull. The birthday star of the Song family, Mrs. Song, also did not show up for a long time. Obviously, because of the news of Zhang Qingfeng's troubles, he deliberately did not show up. So as not to get into unnecessary trouble.

Of course, it is also possible that the younger generation of the Song family deliberately delayed the time to prevent the old man from seeing someone making trouble in his birthday banquet hall, which would spoil the good mood of the old man celebrating his [-]th birthday.

Regardless of the specific circumstances, after Zhang Qingfeng made such a fuss at Old Master Song's birthday banquet, the atmosphere of joy was inevitably diluted a lot.

Liu Qingshuang also realized that her existence would make it impossible for the old man of the Song family to hold a happy birthday banquet.

Therefore, Liu Qingshuang handed the storage bag obtained from Lao Zhang to Song Linger and said, "Linger, this storage bag is for you. I have erased the mark of the former. You can use it with confidence. I have taught you how to use it before. If you don’t know how to find a sledgehammer, Tiantian and I will leave first, and we will celebrate your great-grandfather’s birthday later on behalf of Master.”

"Master, won't you stay with me?"

Previously, Liu Qingshuang taught Zhang Qingfeng a lesson desperately for Song Linger, and she had already obtained her approval. Before, she worshiped Liu Qingshuang as her teacher just to be with Lin Tian, ​​but now she recognized Liu Qingshuang as her master from the bottom of her heart.

Therefore, Song Linger felt a little regretful when she heard that Liu Qingshuang did not plan to attend her great-grandfather's birthday banquet, but she also knew that after what happened just now, her master's staying would make the birthday banquet very depressing.

Therefore, Song Ling'er didn't try to keep her, but only showed her reluctance to Liu Qingshuang.

"No, I just got a lot of panacea. I want to take Tiantian to retreat to practice and help her improve her cultivation."

As soon as Liu Qingshuang's words came out, Zhao Dahammer's eyes lit up, and he sent a voice transmission to Liu Qingshuang: "Sister, do you mean that Zhang Qingfeng's storage ring contains a pill that allows people to be promoted to golden elixir?"

Liu Qingshuang didn't speak when she heard Zhao Dahammer's voice transmission, but nodded with a smile.

"That would be great, haha..."

After a pause, Zhao Dahammer sent voice transmission to Liu Qingshuang again: "Sister, if there is still a surplus of the elixir that can help people condense the golden elixir, I wonder if it is convenient for Fang to give Chunli one, she is also in the half-step golden elixir state now, It is estimated that it will take several months to break through the step-by-step practice, so..."

"Give sister a reason to help her?"

Liu Qingshuang's answer was very simple and rude. Although she had known Chunli for a while, she hadn't had much contact with Chunli, because Chunli was Zhao Dahammer's maid, but she was the noble third palace master. In the company of maids.

Therefore, Liu Qingshuang usually treats Chunli with a little distance. It really needs a reason to convince her to use precious medicine to help Chunli.

"This... one billion, can I buy it with one billion?"

"Okay, deal."

Liu Qingshuang smiled slyly, then turned her head to look at Chun Li, and said, "Chun Li, come with me too!"

Chunli hesitated when she heard the words, but seeing Zhao Dahammer's eyes encouraging her to go, she immediately smiled and nodded, and followed Liu Qingshuang out of the birthday banquet hall.

Not long after Liu Qingshuang took Lin Tian and Chun Li away, the big birthday star Mrs. Song, surrounded by his children and grandchildren, strode into the birthday banquet hall with a red face, white beard and energetic appearance. He didn't look like a centenarian at all, but rather He is an old child who can't grow up. If he dyes his beard and hair black, the old man will look only in his forties.

It can be seen from this that the old man Song's health-preserving skills are really outstanding, with a restrained energy, he looks like an ordinary old man, but if you look carefully, you can find that the old man Song is actually a martial artist at the Dzogchen level.

In the past few decades, almost no one in the Song family has joined the hermit sect, but the inheritance of medical health preservation passed down from generation to generation by the Song family is considered a relatively advanced method in the secular world.

This can be seen from the old man Song and the middle-aged and younger generations around him.

"It's strange, Mr. Song is a master of ancient martial arts, and there are several people around him who are warriors. Why are other Song clan members ordinary people? Could it be that the inheritance of the Song family is very strict, and those without certain conditions cannot accept the inheritance?"

Zhao Dachui asked and answered himself, and found a reasonable explanation for himself. Otherwise, with the conditions of the Song family, it would be a breeze to become an ancient martial arts family.

This may be the reason for the decline of the Song family. Otherwise, they would have practiced martial arts from an early age and cultivated the cultivation talents of their clansmen, and no one from the Song family would have joined the Dan sect for decades.

Of course, this is just Zhao Dahammer's guess. The specific reason for the Song family's decline, whether it is due to its own reasons or due to external reasons, cannot be figured out in a day or two...

"Sledgehammer, what are you thinking?"

Seeing Zhao Dahammer in a daze, Song Ling'er lightly poked his arm.

"It's nothing."

Zhao Dachui came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Ling'er, our birthday boy has come out, should we go to pay respects to the birthday boy, do we need to prepare anything?"

Song Ling'er blushed pretty, and said awkwardly: "What about our family, my great-grandfather belongs to my family, so what does it matter to you?"

"Not now, but in the future, hehe..." The corners of Zhao Dachui's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smirk.

"Smelly shameless." Song Ling'er gave Zhao Dachui an angry look, but her heart was sweet.

At this time, Song Ziyu suddenly walked up to the two of them, smiled and said: "Sledgehammer, Ling'er, prepare yourself, it's time for you to offer congratulations and birthday celebrations."

"Sister Song, don't worry, I have prepared a birthday gift, and I promise not to embarrass my Ling'er."

"Well, I like you!"

Hearing Zhao Dachui's address to Song Ling'er, Song Ziyu raised an eyebrow at him, turned around with a smile and walked away.

Song Ling'er stretched out her jade hand shyly, and twisted Zhao Dahammer's waist fiercely, expressing her dissatisfaction and shyness in her heart. She just said that she was his boyfriend and girlfriend, as if she was determined to eat herself , which made Song Linger very upset.

"Ling'er, don't make trouble."

Zhao Dachui grabbed the evil little hand on his waist, held it tightly, and used his warm love to influence the owner of this devil's little hand.

Sure enough, Song Linger's pretty face immediately turned red when Zhao Dahammer held her little hand tightly, and she sat in her seat solemnly, watching the elders of the patriarch give congratulations to her great-grandfather on his birthday.

Birthday worship is actually a comparison session. The old man’s sons have to compare with each other, and their grandchildren will also compare with each other, especially the younger great-grandchildren prefer to compare.

Song Linger, a great-grandson, just stole the limelight because of a boyfriend with a mysterious identity, and her cousins ​​and cousins ​​of the same generation have worked hard to make Song Linger stand out in the birthday ceremony. Press it down.

All of them looked at Song Ling'er with a hint of provocation, either explicitly or secretly.

(End of this chapter)