The son-in-law of a wealthy family against the sky

"It should be inside."

Lin Feng took a brief look at the terrain outside. There are many trees in this area, and in this abandoned basketball court, the iron railings are all rusted and scrapped, and there are many glass tiles on the road. It is very inconvenient to get in and out here.

Only inside the basketball court, there is an old three-story house, which should have been built on the spot as a badminton training hall and a place for equipment.

In this area, the old house is suitable for hiding his figure, so Lin Feng guessed that Song Zhaoyu was staring at him on a certain floor upstairs.

"Shall we go up now?" Jiang Wan'er turned around with a worried expression on her face.

Although she is eager to protect her son, she is not a fool. Such an environment is extremely difficult for Lin Feng.

"I'll go up first, you follow me." Lin Feng nodded.

He knew that Song Zhaoyu wanted to kill him, but this time he dared to be so blatant because Song Yue was behind him.

However, Lin Feng absolutely believed in one thing. No matter how courageous Song Yue was, she would not dare to confess that Song Zhaoyu blatantly killed herself or hurt her own children!
They are all of the Lin family's blood. As long as Song Yue dares to move, no matter whether she is killed or not, she will be punished by Lin's father and the old men of the Lin family.At that time, let alone letting Song Zhaoyu inherit the Lin family, she can't even be half of the Lin family's mistress.

Lin Feng sneered, leaning against the wall, he walked up quickly.

Climbing the stairs was very strenuous for him, and soon there was sweat on his forehead, and the sound of breathing was rapid, it was not difficult for people to see that he was about to run out of energy.

Jiang Wan'er followed far behind, she didn't want to cause trouble to Lin Feng, so she chose to listen to Lin Feng's words, and tried not to add to the trouble.

"Yo, it's really here." Song Zhaoyu was waiting for Lin Feng on the third floor, sitting leisurely on a chair by the window with Erlang's legs crossed. It was obvious that he had seen Lin Feng come here a long time ago. But he made a surprised look, which was really disgusting.

Lin Feng gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to talk to this kid at all.

The layout of the rooms on the third floor is not complicated. Apart from a hall, there are only three small rooms left.

However, in this hall, Lin Feng did not find any trace of his son. He frowned and said coldly, "Where is my son?"

"Your son..." Song Zhaoyu had a provocative look on his face, and said in a humble tone, "You kneel down and beg me, and I'll tell you."

"Bastard!" Jiang Wan'er walked in, and after hearing Song Zhaoyu's words, she couldn't help but swear: "You guys agreed to give me time, but what about now?"

Sure enough, it was the anger in her heart, and her mind was full of the anger of Lin Ye being tied up, and she yelled out what was in her heart without considering that Lin Feng was by her side.

Lin Feng's heart trembled, it really was Song Yue's good deed!
"Ahem, you've been persuading me for so long but I can't wait any longer." Song Zhaoyu looked away, obviously lacking in confidence.

Jiang Wan'er sneered: "It's only the second day, it might not be too shameless for you to go back on your word."

Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Feng immediately took a step forward and held Jiang Wan'er's hand: "Wan'er, let me tell him."

"You don't need to tell me, your wife knows all the shit, she even knows the poison on your body." Song Zhaoyu looked at the two with interest, clicking his tongue constantly, as if he wanted to watch a good show.

"Wan'er!" Lin Feng never expected that Song Zhaoyu's attack would be so swift and violent, and without any preparation, he gave Jiang Wan'er the old man.

It's no wonder that she kept persuading herself these days to let him give up the family property dispute.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng complained that he cared too little for Jiang Wan'er, so that he didn't know about such a big incident, and at the same time blamed Song Yue for being cruel and ruthless, in order to let the Song family swallow up the Lin family's property by any means.

Lin Feng lowered his eyes, and the veins on his tightly clenched hands were bulging. He was already on the verge of going berserk!
"What? Can't accept this reality and want to give up?" Seeing Lin Feng annoyed, Song Zhaoyu felt even happier, with a bright smile on his face, and almost set off fireworks for Lin Feng on the spot: "Tell me about you, you just It's just an abandoned pawn, even your mother can't beat my aunt, how can you be her opponent!"

"Don't talk about my mother!" Lin Feng waited for him with a sharp look, piercing into Song Zhaoyu's heart like a cold blade, making him tremble.

Song Zhaoyu was obviously intimidated by Lin Feng, and his momentum plummeted, like an eggplant that had only been frosted, and it took him a long time to utter a sentence: "What's the use of you being aggressive here? Your stupid old man, isn't it still My aunt is tempted to death, doesn't she care about your life?"

Although he was young and vigorous, he could indeed speak. Just these few words of his were all stuck in Lin Feng's heart like a knife.

Jiang Wan'er couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to refute Song Zhaoyu, but was stopped by Lin Feng's eyes, so she shut her mouth and tightly grasped Lin Feng's palm, trying to give Lin Feng some strength.

Lin Feng understood what she meant, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart for the time being, his cold eyes were full of disgust towards Song Zhaoyu: "That old man is not my father, and you don't need to use him to suppress me."

"Hehe, it's not your father!" Song Zhaoyu heard Lin Feng responding to him like this, as if he had heard some big joke, he stood by the window and laughed wildly as if he had been hit by the laughing point.

He didn't care that there were many subordinates around him, he laughed wildly and looked crazy, more terrifying than the people who escaped from the mental hospital.

I don't know how long he laughed before he calmed down a bit, stopped his laughter, and looked at Lin Feng with pitiful eyes: "You said, old man of the Lin family, you don't care, but what about your mother? Your own mother But an unjust ghost!"

"What?" Lin Feng suddenly raised his vigilance.

Listening to this, could it be that Song Zhaoyu knew the cause of his mother's death? !
There was a little fluster in his eyes, and it took him a while to suppress his excitement: "Say it again!"

"Hehe, you are so pitiful. Could it be that the clever Young Master Lin hasn't realized your mother's death? Isn't it an accident?" Song Zhaoyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled enchantingly: "I think so, my aunt's tricks, It’s not something ordinary people can guess.”

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, as if to whet Lin Feng's appetite, and said slowly: "Hey, are you curious about how your mother died? Don't you think it's strange that a resolute and strong The grandmother of the Lin family was cornered by a mistress?"