With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

The brilliance in Fu Hanyu's eyes dissipated in an instant, leaving only a dangerous and murderous aura that was too thick to dissipate, and his handsome face was so dark that water dripped out.

Song Yu looked at him, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Fu Hanyu's fists were creaking, and his chest was heaving a bit.

Song Yu leaned over, touched his head comfortingly, rubbed it again, pecked his lips, and coaxed him: "Hey, don't be angry, I will make you full next time, eat well, who knows?" You can’t even come, we won’t open the door, we won’t hear you.”

Fu Hanyu got up, got out of bed, and put on his clothes, all in one go.

outside.

There were two more knocks on the door, a warm, sickly voice with obvious lack of energy, and it used internal strength to clearly transmit into the room: "Yu'er, I am uncle."

Song Yu laughed even harder, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't put on a dress, and called Fu Hanyu: "Uncle is here, say something!"

Seeing her schadenfreude, Fu Hanyu really wished that no one would pay any attention to her, and just here, immediately, immediately, she would be executed on the spot, and he gritted his molars: "I'm just a son-in-law."

Son-in-law, you are not qualified to speak.

Song Yu looked at him with soft eyes, like a little milk cat, and said in a sweet and soft voice: "Husband, you are the son-in-law and the strongest son-in-law, so just answer."

Her voice was made soft, tender and a little hoarse by his tossing, and it won't get better for a while, but anyone who came over would know what the two of them did just now.

Fu Hanyu pointed at her, but finally compromised, cleared his throat, and his voice became low and cold again: "Uncle, we'll be right there."

Song Yu was still wearing her clothes and couldn't get them in. He was anxious and looked at him for help: "Fu Hanyu."

Fu Hanyu walked over, took off her reversed dress, turned it around, put it on again for her, and sighed helplessly: "What will you do without me in the future?"

Song Yu grinned and rubbed against his arms: "We want to be together forever and never separate."

The expression in Fu Hanyu's eyes darkened for a moment, he pursed his lips, responded lightly, bent down, took the slippers for her to put on, and then turned and squatted in front of her: "Let's go, go and have a look."

Song Yu smiled, lay down on his back, put his arms around his neck, rubbed against his neck, and bit his earlobe: "Husband, let's go."

Fu Hanyu carried her on his back, left the bedroom, sat her down on the sofa, and then opened the door.

Doorway.

A man in a smoky blue gown, standing tall, like a noble son of the Republic of China who came out of the misty and rainy Jiangnan, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, is indescribably noble.

He looked like he was in his 20s, and he was a little thin, but he didn't look much sick, like a shochiku, with an outstanding arrogance.

Fu Hanyu nodded slightly to him, and said hello: "Uncle, please come in."

Song Yan smiled at him, his clear smile was like the morning dew in spring, clear and clean, and his voice was as warm as water: "Okay."

Song Yu watched him coming, moved to the side, and greeted with a smile: "Uncle, sit down."

Perhaps it was because he was a young genius who had already stepped into the top class at the age of 15. The years seemed to have stopped flowing on his face, allowing him to still maintain a youthful appearance.

His smile is too gentle and his temperament is too approachable. He is not at all like one of the eight major consortiums of the Yin Sect, the acting head of the Song family, and the actual person in power in her imagination.

Song Yan smiled gently, sat beside her without being polite to her, looked at her with clear eyes, looked at her for a while, nodded, and said: "You are not like uncle, but your eyebrows and temperament are similar The ancestors of the family are somewhat similar."

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, and asked a little uncertainly, "Song Beixuan?"

Grandpa didn't say, she looks like her ancestor, is it really because of her blood returning to her ancestors?

"Yes." Song Yan was not surprised that she knew the old ancestor. The uncle said he had just found her, but in fact he should have found her long ago.

Others don't know, but he does. Uncle took her away when he left the hidden door 15 years ago. He should have stayed by his side and taught her himself.

"I've only seen the back of his head." Song Yu was a little depressed. Thinking that he had been pointing the back of his head at her that day, she felt that it was too much. When he turned his head to show her, she was in pain and delirious. Blurred facial contours.

Song Yan laughed out loud, and said: "The family members, except for the head of the family, can only see the back of his head. His portrait hanging in the ancestral temple is also a back view. When you become the head of the family, you will be able to see it. Here are the frontal portraits of the Patriarchs of the past generations."

This rule was set by the Patriarch Song Beixuan, saying that only the victors are worthy of seeing his face, and the losers are trash and have no qualifications, that is, only the patriarch can see his portrait.

Song Yu smiled, but did not speak.

He was slandered in his heart, but he had a lot of problems, and he was forced to do one thing, and he was so flirtatious!

Song Yan chatted with her for a while, and asked if they came all the way smoothly, and if they encountered any troubles, and then said: "I came here to tell you that I am going to the No. [-] satellite city of the Ying family. , to participate in the five-yearly eight-big family meeting, and I have already arranged for you to go home, but I can't pick you up in person at that time, and clean up the dust for you."

Song Yu actually didn't care, she agreed to her grandfather to go back to the Song family, just to have an aboveboard status that people had to fear, and said: "It's okay, uncle, your business is important."

She is not a child, and she needs someone to protect her everywhere. He can come and tell her in person, which is already enough face for her as a junior.

Song Yan didn't stay long, and left soon. Before leaving, he left her a piece of information about the important members of the family, which was a simple introduction of their identities, which was equivalent to a family member relationship map.

Song Yu was really not interested in this, but was a little more interested in Song Yan. After he left, the secret guard who left her grandpa called one and asked, "How about the Eight Great Clan Conference? Is it important?"

The hidden guard knew what she wanted to ask, and replied respectfully: "In the past, the head of the family didn't participate, and he has always been in poor health."

As for why you are participating now?

It's hard for him to say much about this.

Song Yu's fingers curled up, and he tapped the atlas in his hand again and again, then turned to Fu Hanyu and asked, "Do you think he wants to show me off, or is he treating me as the next head of the family and throwing me into the wolf's den?" Here, train me well?"

Song Yan looks gentle, and his words are approachable, but whoever treats him as a noble son with no scheming and means is a fool.

In a big family like the Song family, without thunderous means, without high IQ and EQ, how could it be possible to secure that supreme position, and how could it be able to frighten people.

"I can't see through it." Fu Hanyu gave a pertinent evaluation.

Song Yu nodded, and said seriously: "Me too, this kind of person who hides deeply is the most terrifying, and he will be listed as No. 1 in the list to be vigilant in the future."

Fu Hanyu hugged her, rubbed his chin lightly on the top of her head, and said with a smile: "Soldiers come to cover up the water and soil, if you don't like to deal with it, leave it to me."

"Okay." Song Yu felt like a little milk cat, arching and arching on his chin.

The tossing between the two was interrupted by Song Yan. It was already very late at the moment, so they went to take a bath and fell asleep.

Song Yu just slipped into Fu Hanyu's arms when the phone rang.

Fu Hanyu picked up the phone, saw the word 'Fifth Brother' jumping on it, frowned, and a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes.

Song Yu had already reached for the phone and answered, "Fifth Brother."

No need to think about it, after she entered the city and got a number, the first person to notify her was her fifth brother Xie Li, and he must have called.

"You're on the trending searches." Xie Li's first sentence was still a bit puzzled: "Didn't you say to keep a low profile, the people of the Song family are really good at finding your whereabouts so quickly."

Song Yu's eyes turned cold, he hooked his lips and smiled, he was sure: "It's Song Yan."

What is he trying to do?

Why leak her whereabouts?

"Your uncle." Xie Li paused, and said: "He was brought up by your grandfather, and he is absolutely respectful and loyal to your grandfather. It stands to reason that he would not harm you."

Song Yudao: "If I'm not wrong, he wants to see my ability, and wants to know whether I can handle it under the siege and interception of those wolves and leopards of the Song family, so that he can judge whether I am qualified to participate in the struggle for the head of the family." .”

But he might be wrong, she has no interest in the position of Patriarch at all, the only thing she is interested in is that she wants to see Song Beixuan's face!

at the same time.

The Song family, who had their own ghosts, started to act as soon as they saw the trending search and knew her whereabouts.