The heroine's brother is salted fish online

When the first ray of sunlight fell on his eyelids in the morning, Song Zifeng was still soundly asleep. He was so tired. The young master was exhausted after nearly a week of wandering life. Finally, he arrived at a safe place, and instantly felt exhausted. All the strength was unloaded, and he slept like a pig.

It's a pity that Young Master Song's sound sleep is destined to be disturbed by others.

A persistent doorbell rings constantly in the living room.

Song Zifeng continued to have nightmares in the sound of this curse-like music: for a while, his head was shot off by an unknown killer, and the flying head watched his body get farther and farther away, and finally rolled into the dust. The blood flowed all over the ground, and after a while, the girl in white clothes covered in blood cried and said how he betrayed her.

In the end, when I finally got home, the villa full of flowers and plants had turned into a sea of ​​flames, and Fang Lu screamed and rolled in the sea of ​​flames.

In short, when Song Zifeng finally woke up crying from his dream, the doorbell was still ringing in his ears.

"Fuck, who the hell is this early in the morning..." As soon as he approached the visual screen, he was instantly scared out of his wits by the person on the screen:

"Cousin cousin!"

Why is he here!

Song Zifeng didn't have time to think about why Chu Xiao appeared at the door of Lu Xiaolei's house so early in the morning. He didn't know how this person got upstairs. He subconsciously turned his head to find a place to hide himself, when he saw a hand stretched out behind him lightly towards Lu Xiaolei. Push the doorknob.

Put down your sinful little hands!

However, the fact is that with a "beep", the door was opened.

Standing in front of the door was Chu Xiao with morning light and morning dew all over her body.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Song Zifeng threw himself on the sofa not far away, lifted the quilt that was still warm, and put it on his head.

But it was obviously useless to cover one's ears and steal one's bell. Soon a gentle and familiar call sounded in his ears. Song Zifeng knew that it was the whisper of the devil, the call of the god of death:

"Ah Feng, what are you running for?"

Song Zifeng poked his head out of the blanket tremblingly, and said cautiously: "Cousin, why are you here? Don't you have to go to work today?"

Chu Xiao smiled back: "Of course someone tipped me off - silly boy, you have been missing for so many days, what could be more important than your whereabouts?"

Hearing that Chu Xiao sold himself without hesitation, Lu Xiaolei immediately spewed out a mouthful of hot tea: "Is there anyone like you who crosses rivers and demolishes bridges?"

In Song Zifeng's drooping dog eyes, resentful eyes instantly shot at Lu Xiaolei standing behind Chu Xiao, with blood and tears, accusing this person of dishonesty: "You promised me not to tell my cousin !"

Lu Xiaolei's crime was exposed, so he had no choice but to sit back on the sofa, enjoying the joy of watching others being played by Chu Xiao for the first time:

"I promised your cousin first. Even if it's a promise, there must be someone who comes first. Besides, since I promised to help you find out about that gang, it's natural to find your brother the fastest."

And Chu Xiao in front of him smiled gently at Song Zifeng, dignified and handsome: "Ah Feng, tell me what happened these few days obediently, I don't want to hide half of our conversation from now on, otherwise the consequences—you Yes. You understand?"

"Understood, understood, greatly understood." Song Zifeng nodded his head, with an expression on the verge of tears: "Then what, cousin, can you lend me a suit of clothes first?"

Chu Xiao was taken aback when he heard the words.

The child was really about to cry this time, and pointed to the culprit who was still watching the fun: "I'm still wearing his sister's clothes."

"So, you don't know the origin of the other party?" Chu Xiao looked thoughtful after hearing Song Zifeng's complete account of what happened during this period.

Song Zifeng was wearing Lu Xiaolei's T-shirt, and the dog's eyes were full of innocence: "Sunny didn't tell me very carefully, and the other party has been very careful. Until yesterday, someone who seemed to be a cadre came out."

"You said the one named Ji who appeared later? Do you remember what he looks like?" Chu laughed.

Song Zifeng tried his best to recall: "Hmm... he's very thin and white, his hair is a bit long, it goes down to the neck, and his smile is very cold... Oh yes, he has a pigeon's blood ruby ​​on his right index finger."

There was a flash of light in Chu Xiao's dark eyes, and it disappeared quickly. He continued: "They said they asked you to hand over something, do you know what it is?"

Song Zifeng shook his head foolishly: "I thought it was Qingtian who owed him money, and I don't know anything else."

"It seems that only your sunny girl knows about the specific situation." Lu Xiaolei interjected, and kicked Song Zifeng along the way:

"You said that you are such a big man, why are you being sold and still helping count the money?"

Song Zifeng covered his kicked butt, feeling extremely wronged: "I said it was for loyalty..."

"It seems that the other party can't find anyone, so they have to attack you." Chu laughed.

"But I really don't know anything." Song Zifeng felt aggrieved.

"The other party doesn't think so. If you were the last person Qing Tian came into contact with, then the only clue is you. If they don't chase you, who will they chase?" Lu Xiaolei leaned on the sofa with his elbows folded.

Being stared directly at by two gazes, Song Zifeng was immediately ashamed. The tall man of nearly 1.9 meters tried hard to shrink himself into a ball, like a big dog who got into trouble and got caught.

Chu Xiao sighed, turned his head and said to Song Zifeng: "No matter what, you'd better go home, this incident has alarmed grandpa, and now your situation is safest with the protection of the military. "

"I don't want it." Song Zifeng, who had been trained until his head almost fell into the crack of the ground, straightened his back suddenly when he heard this, and replied.

Chu Xiao was taken aback for a moment, this kid hardly dared to contradict him since he was a child, what happened this time?

He raised his eyebrows and said in a steady voice, "The reason."

Song Zifeng raised his head and looked at Chu Xiao: "My mother is timid. I don't want her to go through the situation last night. As for grandpa—he is already worried enough about my affairs, it's better not to alarm him. I do things by myself, and I don’t want to involve my family.”

Song Zifeng didn't say that he was scared out of his wits by the dream this morning.

It's okay for him to have an accident, but he doesn't want it to happen to Fang Lu who is playing mahjong in the greenhouse.

The usual smile on Chu Xiao's face disappeared. He looked at Song Zifeng coldly, and said lightly, "You think she will be happy if something happened to you? Ah Feng, you really underestimate our Fang family. "

"I didn't underestimate the Fang family!" Song Zifeng suddenly shouted. "Do you know how much I hate people saying that I am a child of the Song family and the Fang family. Every time I achieve something, they say, I am worthy of the Fang family and your younger brother."

"Why? Didn't I get it through my own efforts? Why does it become natural to carry a family name?" Song Zifeng became more and more excited as he spoke.

"The reason why I play in my own band is because they don't care about my family, what they like is me, my talent, where I am me, not someone's son, someone's brother."

Song Zifeng's eyes were red, and he was extremely wronged: "So, if I had a choice, I'd rather not be Fang's family member! Not your younger brother!"