After the evil concubine is reborn, she just wants to abuse the scum

Although his face was slightly gloomy, if you look closely, you can see the undetectable sparkle between his brows.

An Guogong was enjoying himself, but found that his son's expression was wrong: "What's your expression? It's you who wants to marry the eldest daughter of the He family, why do you look unhappy?"

As he said this, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly took a breath: "Isn't she trying to trick you to rely on you?"

Otherwise, how can we explain that although it is a happy event to get married, my son looks serious and serious.

"No, dad." Song Yanjun looked at An Guogong, hesitated for a moment, and then told the story of being plotted against in the Wu'an Hou Mansion: "...Thanks to Xiangxiang's timely arrival, I was not plotted against. It's just that

Miss He was wronged by her frivolous behavior while unconscious. Even if there were no irreversible consequences, I cannot pretend that nothing happened."

Duke An Guo's expression continued to become gloomy following Song Yanjun's words, so intense that it seemed as if ink was dripping from his eyes.

He Xiong......

A mere censor dared to scheme against his son.

If He Zhimiao is really a good person, He Xiong can definitely ask someone to help him. As long as it suits his son, he may not agree. But this bastard uses conspiracy and tricks on his son in an attempt to ruin Jun'er's reputation.

"You're sorry for Miss He. There are other ways to make up for it. There's no need to force yourself and block a lifetime of sexual happiness." An Guogong said with a cold face.

I thought my son fell in love with a girl at first sight at a birthday banquet and he would not marry her unless she wanted to, so he did it for a long time just to be responsible.

Although Jun'er did something wrong in this matter, if he really needs to be held accountable, he, Marquis Wu An, will also bear some responsibility.

If it weren't for the negligence in the management of his Hou Mansion, how could Jun'er have fallen victim to He Xiong's scheme.

Duke An Guo would rather wrong others than wrong his own son.

"No one else knows about this matter. If you let it rot in your stomach, you can preserve Miss He's innocence."

After a long pause, Duke An Guo said again.

"Dad, I can't help but be strong." Song Yanjun glanced at An Guogong nervously, and a faint blush appeared on his handsome face: "Anyway... Dad just arranged for a matchmaker to propose marriage."

After hearing Song Yanjun's words, Duke An Guo couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at his son's appearance carefully, and after a while he was finally sure that his son was serious.

"Have you really thought about it?"

Song Yanjun nodded: "Yes."

It was not the first time that he had come into contact with that girl, but he had never had other thoughts before. He had no intention of being scornful of her, but when he proposed to be responsible for her and wanted to marry her, he had some expectations in his heart.

"Okay, now that you have made your decision, my father knows that this is not the first time you are getting married, so I won't give you any more advice, just be prepared." An Guogong smiled again.

He was about to wonder if his son had also been brainwashed by rumors from outside, thinking that he was so jealous of his wife that he didn't even want to get married. Now that his son could figure it out, there was hope for a successor to the Song family.

As for whether this marriage will happen?

An Guogong didn't think it would be possible at all.

It's rare for a son to fall in love with him. If Na He Yu refuses, don't blame him for bullying others.

Duke An Guo touched his chin and couldn't help but reveal a hint of gangsterism in his eyes.

Song Yanjun didn't know what his father was thinking, so he left after finishing his business.

Neither of them noticed anyone at the door.

When Song Zhenzhen heard that Song Yanjun was about to leave, she was frightened and wanted to leave. In her panic, she didn't pay attention to her steps and stepped on a dead branch, making a "snap" sound.