No. 1 rich family abandons young

"I hope that commercial street won't be too long." Shen Lang shook his head lightly.

Alas, I have suffered wealth that I should not have suffered at this age.

He once wanted to be a painter, sketching while traveling, but in the end he had to embark on the road of inheriting a trillion-dollar fortune.

Others are paying off mortgages and car loans, depending on the boss's face.

But he wants to receive KTV, hotels, and take over the commercial street.

My heart is so tired!
"Master, it won't be too long. It's far worse than the Golden Street in Kyoto." Mu Hongye said softly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense, which street in Huaxia State can compare to Golden Street?" Shen Lang complained lightly.

Shen Lang's tone of voice with Mu Hongye had always been like this.

It's not disgust, but the two of them are too familiar with each other, and they are very close, so there is no need to worry too much about some words.

In terms of beauty, figure, and temperament, Mu Hongye can be called a peerless beauty, and her fairy-like temperament is unsurpassed.

In fact, Shen Lang also misses Mu Hongye a little bit. He hasn't seen him for more than four years. I don't know if he has gained weight.

Lin Ruanruan couldn't understand Shen Lang's inexplicable conversations, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

Shen Lang ended the call with Mu Hongye, and smiled awkwardly at Lin Ruanruan.

Lin Ruanruan was confused, her clear eyes were full of innocence, and she didn't doubt Shen Lang's identity.

Perhaps, the image of pretending to be a poor grandson on campus before is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Lang said goodbye to Lin Ruanruan.

"Ruan Ruan, I will come to the hospital early tomorrow, call me if there is anything urgent."

"Good student Shen, you have helped me a lot, go and do your business."

Shen Lang left the hospital and was about to go home.

But unexpectedly received a call from Song Zhiyuan.

"This old man calls me every day, can I consider it harassment?"

Shen Lang still picked it up, after all Song Zhiyuan was very polite to him.

"Xiao Shen, you haven't had dinner yet. Come to Fuxing Building and I'll be the host." Song Zhiyuan invited Shen Lang to have dinner.

"No need, let's do it another day." Shen Lang was not interested.

"Xiao Shen, the dishes are all ordered, I'll show you the face, I have some questions to ask you for advice." Song Zhiyuan said.

In fact, Shen Lang and Song Zhiyuan are neighbors, they live together in Yunshui Shanju, so it is very convenient to meet each other.

It's just that Shen Lang hasn't revealed where he lives, so as to avoid unnecessary harassment.

It can be imagined that if Song Zhiyuan found out that he and Shen Lang lived in the same community, he would inevitably harass Shen Lang every day, that life would be impossible!

In the end, Shen Lang agreed to come down and went to Fuxing Building for dinner.

Just after the call was over, Song Zhiyuan's expression changed and became serious.

"Xiao Ci, Xiao Shen is coming over later, you can't be disrespectful to him, you have to be polite, understand?" Song Zhiyuan was worried, and specially reminded him.

"Grandpa, this man likes to show off. At first, he was evasive when I asked him, but in the end he didn't agree. I figured out his routine." Song Ci pursed her mouth, and her angry look was cute.

"This is called humility, Xiaoci, you don't understand." Song Zhiyuan shook his head lightly.

"Liu Wei, I see, grandpa is getting old and confused." Song Ci stuck out her cute little pink tongue.

Song Zhiyuan is not confused, he has seen Shen Lang's acupressure technique with his own eyes, which is shocking to him!

Half an hour later, Shen Lang came to a private room in Fuxing Building. Song Zhiyuan and his granddaughter Song Ci had already ordered food and were waiting.

This is not the first time they have met, and they are no longer separated from each other.

While eating and chatting, Song Zhiyuan asked about what happened at the Longsheng Hotel.

"Xiao Shen, the young owner of the Longsheng Hotel didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

"No, it has been resolved." Shen Lang said lightly.

"That's good. If this Zhou surname troubles you in the future, let me find someone to deal with it." Song Zhiyuan said.

How dare Zhou Zihao make trouble again, he is currently receiving treatment in the hospital, and he will have to suffer another round of torture from Shen Lang when he is discharged from the hospital.

"By the way, Mr. Song, you said on the phone that you have something to do with me, what is it?" Shen Lang asked.

"My wife's cervical spine is chronically ill and cannot be cured for a long time, so I want to ask Xiao Shen to see the disease. I wonder if I have time in three days?" Song Zhiyuan said.

"I have time in three days, Mr. Song can arrange it."

Now that Song Zhiyuan had already spoken, Shen Lang couldn't refuse.

On the other hand, Song Ci on the opposite side looked dissatisfied.

She twitched her small mouth towards Shen Lang, and raised her delicate face as big as a palm.

Shen Lang saw Song Ci's distrust of him, including the questioning in the hospital that time, and he was very prejudiced against him.

"No brain." Shen Lang said lightly in his heart.

"Grandpa, I don't agree, what if he kills grandma?!" Song Ci objected.

"Xiao Ci, don't be rude, Xiao Shen is a superb doctor, don't talk nonsense!" Song Zhiyuan's tone was serious, obviously angry.

Although he loves his granddaughter very much, he thinks that an inheritor of ancient medicine like Shen Lang is invaluable, and currying over Shen Lang is for the long-term development of the Song family.

Even, it is related to the fate of their Song family.

"Hmph! What kind of doctor can't be hired by the Song family in our provincial capital? And what qualifications does he have to please our Song family?!" Song Ci said disdainfully.

Shen Lang had seen too many proud young ladies like Song Ci.

When she was ten years old, the daughter of the neighbor Xiao Ma used to use the Xinyue membership and the out-of-print QQ account to intimidate and lure her. She arrogantly forced Shen Lang to have sex with her, but Shen Lang brutally refused.

A dignified and ruthless son, the son of the hidden richest man in China, would you be a happy member?
Miss Qianjin from the provincial capital like Song Ci, when she first arrived in Ping'an City, she was supercilious and didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

"When adults talk, children don't interrupt." Shen Lang sneered.

"You're the kid, hey, we're about the same age!" Song Ci retorted dissatisfiedly pouted.

"In my eyes, you are just a little sister with big breasts and no brains!"

This time, it made Song Ci anxious.

"Bastard... bastard! I... I have big breasts, but I'm not brainless!" Song Ci's face flushed with embarrassment.

Seeing his granddaughter arguing with Shen Lang, Song Zhiyuan shook his head.

Originally, he thought that the age difference between these two people was not too big, and they could develop into lovers in the future. Although it was a little wronged for the daughter of the Song family to marry an heir to an ancient doctor, as long as he cultivated them attentively and gave more help, Shen Lang's The financial resources and prestige are worthy of the famous Song family.

However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Due to various misunderstandings, the granddaughter and Shen Lang became enemies. What should I do!
The granddaughter was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she was used to being unruly. Song Zhiyuan had no choice but to change the subject.

What was originally planned to be taken out after dinner had to be brought forward.

"Xiao Shen, this is an ancient painting I just received, I will give it to you as a meeting gift."

While talking, Song Zhiyuan took out a painting from a box and unfolded it.

Song Zhiyuan worked hard to win over Shen Lang.

He spent a lot of money the day before yesterday to give Shen Lang an ancient painting of a celebrity that he received.

However, Shen Lang could tell at a glance that this painting was a fake!