Bai Yueguang doesn't follow the script

Song Shicheng wailed, and Yu Huai bent his lips.

He seemed to be able to imagine Song Shicheng's expression on the other end of the phone, his rebellious and arrogant face drooping down, his eagle eyes wide open pitifully, like a large dog in a depressed mood.

Song Shicheng faintly heard the voice of the young man laughing, and became happy.

"Xiaocheng, so you are here." Yu Huai heard an unfamiliar male voice from Song Shicheng.

Song Ji'an just came back from get off work, and Song Guangping gave him a project a few days ago. He worked overtime for several days after busy work, and finally got some clues.It just so happened that his mother said that Song Shicheng was at home these few days and asked him to come back and have a look.

"Big brother."

Song Shicheng restrained his smile a little, looked at the person coming, and said hello.

Yu Huai said: "You are busy first, hang up the phone."

Song Shicheng said softly: "Well, I probably won't be able to go back tonight. You can cook your own meals and leave me alone."

Yu Huai said: "Okay, goodbye."

Song Shicheng said, "Yes."

Song Shicheng put his phone in his pocket, turned around to look at Song Ji'an in a neat suit.

"Brother is very busy. I haven't seen you at home for a few days. Why, live in the company?"

Song Ji'an smiled and loosened the tie around his neck with one hand.

"I can't help it because I'm busy with work. My father took a fancy to me and entrusted me with an important project of the company. Of course I can't let him down."

Song Shicheng said without changing his face: "Then elder brother, pay attention to your body and don't work too hard. After all, elder brother's health is more important than that meager salary."

Song Ji'an's eyes suddenly became dark, and the dark eyes were fleeting.

"You're right. But my father has high expectations of me, and I hope that I will soon be able to take care of myself and help him share the burden. If I don't work hard, I can't do it."

Song Shicheng grinned.

"Then I also wish that my brother will become more and more powerful, create more value for our company, and be promoted steadily. How much bonus I can get every year in the future depends entirely on my brother."

Song Shicheng holds half of the company's shares, while the other half is still under Song Guangping's name, and Song Ji'an has none.

Song Shicheng's words can be said to be heart-breaking, and he specifically pointed out that Song Ji'an was a part-time job. Song Ji'an's face twisted for a moment, and then he said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your blessings."

"People from the Zhou family have come to the door. Dad is asking me to call you. Go over quickly."

Song Shicheng narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous emotion flashed in his eyes.

Seeing his reaction, Song Ji'an felt that he could make a comeback here, so he followed Song Shicheng and said.

"Little brother, what trouble did you get into outside again?"

Song Shicheng raised his eyebrows and moved his fingertips slightly.

"What did I do outside that Ms. Wang Xiujuan didn't tell you?"

Song Guangping's stepmother, Song Shicheng's stepmother, Wang Xiujuan, is very capable, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to bear with it for several years after giving birth to Song Ji'an, and by virtue of her status as a female factory worker, she had achieved class leaps in one fell swoop, stepping on his own mother's flesh and blood, and promoted to a rich wife .

"You! Even if my mother isn't your own mother, she's still your stepmother. My father is marrying into the door. Isn't it too impolite for you to call our mother by her first name?"

Brothers Song Shicheng and Song Ji'an walked into the resplendent living room, where the Zhou family was already sitting on the sofa.

Just when Song Ji'an thought that Song Shicheng was not going to talk to him, Song Ji'an suddenly stopped Song Shicheng to sneer, and turned to him.

"The person who can make me call my mother is dead. If Ms. Wang Xiujuan is like my mother, I don't mind calling him stepmother in front of his grave."

"You! What nonsense are you talking about, be careful and I will tell Dad."

Song Shicheng let out a disdainful 'cut'.

"Take a small report. Brother, have you not grown up yet?"

Song Ji'an's work in the company was not going well today, and he was full of anger.On the one hand, he came to Song Shicheng because his father asked him to call someone, and on the other hand, he wanted to show off in front of him how much Song Guangping valued him.

Unexpectedly, Song Shicheng didn't answer his words at all, and even provoked him again and again, Song Ji'an felt that he was going to die of anger.

"Ji An!" Wang Xiujuan was wearing a luxurious smoky gold cheongsam, sitting dignifiedly next to Song Guangping.

"Mom..." Song Ji'an was about to say what Song Shicheng said just now, when Wang Xiujuan gave him a wink.

Song Guangping's eyes stopped on the two sons who were approaching, and he had already seen the two people who were at odds with each other.

Song Guangping knew that the two brothers had always been at odds, but he wanted to save face, and he didn't like people saying that after he married his second wife, his family was in trouble.Therefore, he doesn't care how the two brothers make trouble at home, but they are not allowed to embarrass him in front of outsiders.

Wang Xiujuan knew her son very well, she could probably guess what Song Jian was going to say when Song Jian opened his mouth.

So he waved the handkerchief trimmed with gold, parted his red lips slightly, and interrupted.

"Why did you come here? You made your father and the guests wait anxiously."

Song Ji'an understood: "I haven't seen Xiaocheng for a long time, so I couldn't help talking for a while."

Wang Xiujuan scolded: "Did I talk to my younger brother, and the two of them lost their temper?"

Song Jijian nodded as if he was ashamed to listen to the teaching.

"Tell me about you, you are already an independent adult, and you still don't know how to let your brother go."

She could tell the mismatch between Song Shicheng and Song Ji'an at a glance, but Song Guangping couldn't see it?

If Song Shicheng started the conversation, she could just wait and watch her husband teach that boy a lesson.

However, the topic was brought up by her own son, of course she couldn't let Song Ji'an be stupid and come out to smooth things over.

Wang Xiujuan finished speaking to Song Ji'an in a reprimanded tone, and then hurriedly spoke to Song Shicheng who was expressionless.

"Xiao Cheng, come here and sit down. Don't talk to your brother. Your brother has always been outspoken. If he says something that offends you, come to me and I'll help you educate him."

Song Shicheng never gave a good face to this young and beautiful stepmother in front of him, and every time she spoke, he just pretended not to hear her.

Song Shicheng casually found a seat away from the Song and Zhou families and sat down, listening to his father Song Guangping yelling loudly.

"Why do you sit! I think he should stand and reflect more."

Song Shicheng was used to Song Guangping's grand speech since he was a child, so he sat on the sofa without moving his buttocks, as if he didn't hear anything.

The Zhou family was still watching, but his son dared to disobey him like this and ignored his words. Song Guangping stood up angrily.

"I don't even listen to what I say, okay! I'm going to educate you, an unfilial son, in front of outsiders today, lest people say that my Song family is not strict in managing the family."

Wang Xiujuan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the side of her face, lowering her head slightly to hide the joy in her eyes.

Song Ji'an received the signal from his own mother, and quickly stood up, grabbing Song Guangping who was trying to teach Song Shicheng a lesson with a golf club.

"Dad, calm down, outsiders are still watching. You will beat my brother to death with this thing!"

Song Ji'an pulled Song Guangping, while persuading Song Shicheng.

"Xiaocheng, give your father a soft blow and let him know that you didn't do it on purpose."

Song Shicheng looked at the two-faced Wang Xiujuan mother and son, and sat there without moving.

Now the Zhou family father and son are a little panicked, they just want Song Shicheng to apologize, how did it evolve into a domestic violence plot.

Song Ji'an didn't really want to stop Song's father, but slowly let Song Guangping move to the edge of Song Shicheng.

Song Guangping couldn't reach Song Shicheng, so he swung his golf club wildly, hitting the backrest behind Song Shicheng with a dull sound, and almost hit Song Shicheng's head once or twice.

Song Shicheng didn't move, and Zhou's father saw that something was wrong, so he quickly stood up and helped pull Song Guangping.

After all, Song Shicheng was Song Guangping's biological son. Now that Song Guangping had hurt someone, after Song Guangping calmed down, he might feel that the Zhou family was responsible for the incident, and he might charge the Zhou family with the blame.

Father Zhou just wanted Song Shicheng to apologize, not to make enemies with the Song family.

"Hey Mr. Song, don't be angry, the child is still young, so you can't beat him."

Although Zhou's father was happy to see Song Shicheng being beaten up by his father, it was not at this time.

Zhou's father never stopped, snatching the club from Song Guangping's hand.

Song Guangping shouted there: "Give me back the guy, today I have to let this little bastard know what the rules are!"

Father Zhou threw the club to the servant of the Song family, signaling him to take the things away quickly.Then they sat down with Song Ji'an and Song Guangping.

"Calm down, calm down." Father Zhou comforted him.

Zhou's father slandered: He was obviously here to crusade, but how did he come to comfort others.

Father Zhou looked at Song Guangping's blushing and thick neck, and suddenly praised him.

"I've heard that Mr. Song is strict in his family management, but I didn't expect it to be true. No wonder Mr. Song has been trained so well."

Both Song Ji'an and Wang Xiujuan showed a little smile.

Hearing this, Song Guangping calmed down and said modestly.

"My elder son is good at teaching, but the younger son is not good. He is rebellious and disobedient."

Zhou's father said: "Second Young Master Song is the same age as my son. They are still young. It's time to be naughty. Boys, it's normal to be naughty."

"However..." Zhou's father changed the subject, "But children at this age are unstable, and they are most likely to grow crooked. Mr. Song still needs to pay more attention to Young Master Song on weekdays."

Speaking of Changwai, Song Guangping immediately remembered why Zhou's father came to visit.

On the phone, he had already briefly heard what happened. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had already sentenced his youngest son to a crime, arguing that it was Song Shicheng's fault.

Song Shicheng knew what Song Guangping was thinking when he saw Song Guangping's face, and as expected, Song Guangping's next sentence was: "Come here, boy, and apologize to your Uncle Zhou."

"There's no need to apologize to me. You should apologize to my family, Yang Shen." Father Zhou said.

Song Guangping also made sense when he heard it, and he really should apologize to the Lord, so he talked to Song Shicheng.

"You and your uncle Zhou go to Zhou's house and take the thousand-year-old ginseng you received last month with you as an apology to Zhou's house."

Wang Xiujuan also said: "Xiaocheng, you can go with your Uncle Zhou, and come back early after apologizing. Today, our family finally reunited once, and I specially asked the nanny at home to cook your favorite soup, waiting for you to come back , Let’s have a good meal as a family.”