old man feeding rules

After returning from Liang’s house, Jiang Xun locked himself in the study room to study the dozen banknotes left by Old Liang. These coins were old and new, some of them seemed to have sharp edges and no signs of being used, while others were much damaged. The merchants will not accept it, and even stick it with scotch tape.

He used a magnifying glass, ultraviolet light, and blue light to look at it for a long time, but he couldn't see any tricks. The money was neither counterfeit nor tampered with. It looked like the last pocket money that Lao Liang left for his son. Money, but it is full of weirdness.

Song Yuzhi knocked on the door, the button of his pajamas was only half buttoned, leaning against the door and looking at him, somewhat inviting: "Stay still, there is something that can't be resolved tomorrow."

"You boy, do you want me to do things, or do you want to do things with me?"

"Both." Song Yuzhi came in with a glass of milk, and sat directly on his solid wood desk, "After you drink it, come sleep with me."

"Don't drink, it's the middle of the night, it's boring."

If there is a disagreement, Song Yuzhi will take off his pants, "It's okay if you don't drink, come and drink mine."

Jiang Xun was so frightened that he raised his head and filled the glass of milk. He still complained when hiccupping, "What's wrong with you, kid, you're in heat 360 days a year, you really can't do it, so you can send it to be sterilized."

Curled up in a ball on the other side of the table, the land tyrant who made a comfortable "snoring" sound opened his eyes and glanced at Young Master Song, then turned his head with extreme disdain and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind. Jiang Xun laughed and slapped his thigh, " Hey, you don’t know yet, our little overlord can sweep across several streets in the south and north of the city even if he is a father-in-law.

Song Yu just didn't listen to his nonsense, and took out the ancestral coquettish method, hugged and hugged, and planted strawberries on his neck, softly: "Brother Xun, I want..."

"Want? All right, sit down and I'll serve you."

This time he actively and obediently made people have to suspect fraud. It was hard for Song Yuzhi not to be suspicious, but seeing him push a person on a chair for the first time and bury his head in a person's lap was a miracle that had never happened in a century. What came down and waited for him was a knife around his neck, and he recognized it.

Not long after, Jiang Xun lit a fire. Recently, his bloodless face was always blushing. A person who was usually so strong that no one could get close to him was lying under his body to please others. Thinking about this contrast is enough to make a man hard to defend.

Song Yuzhi's breathing became heavy, he grabbed Jiang Xun harder, and his voice became hoarse: "Brother Xun, come up..."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Xun knew that the time had come, and leisurely took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth, and walked away a few strides as if nothing had happened, with his arms crossed, staring at him playfully.

"It's a harmonious society now, the chili water tiger stool is no longer easy to use, but with my means, it's more than enough to deal with you. Tell me what you've been hiding from me. If you don't tell me honestly, you won't even think about it for the rest of your life." Touch me with a finger."

"...Brother Punishment."

"Come on this."

"Master..."

Song Yuzhi looked aggrieved, and it was almost obvious that Jiang Xun couldn't control himself.

"Wukong, you are a monkey spirit, you really can't play with you without some tricks, but please remember, your master will always be your master, if you dare to escape from Wuzhishan, you will follow your own in the future." Five Fingers girl, let's go."

Seeing that admitting counsel was useless, Song Yu became restless, fearing that he was thinking of directly arresting someone to do something, and was dragged back as soon as he got up, staring in disbelief at the handcuffs that were put on his wrists at some point.

Jiang Xun threatened and lured: "It's impossible when you think about it. I think with my skills, not to mention subduing you, it's okay to make you feel uncomfortable. If you have to fight against me, you will definitely suffer today." Yes, but if you obediently obey my uncle, I will be on top tonight, and I will take the initiative myself."

May I ask which man can stand this kind of temptation? No matter how pure and ascetic Young Master Song is, after all, he is a man with normal physical fitness and physical needs. The hesitation time can definitely be shortened by another time, but unfortunately this is too much for the shame-minded Jiang Xun.

Song Yuzhi pursed his lips, his shirt was soaked in sweat, and suddenly laughed.

Jiang Xun was still thinking: Don't make people stupid, right?

"Brother Xun, you underestimated your charm too much. The moment you lowered your head and hugged me, even if you want the stars and moons, I will pick them back for you."

Afterwards, Jiang Xun realized that he was too easy to dismiss, how could such a simple rhetoric work on him.

"You don't have to worry about me stripping you and planting you on the mountain as a landscape. Tell me honestly, did you dig Jiang Zhu's grave?"

As the saying goes, a cigarette after the event is better than a living god. It is the most comfortable time to puff on the bed, and even the momentum of speaking is much weaker.

Song Yu only hugged Jiang Xun, who was still dripping with sweat, with one hand, and rubbed his sore waist with the other hand, and said "um..." in a low voice.

"Found something."

"I haven't looked at it carefully, but I think I'll show it to you after I have seen it."

"...Alright."

"Don't you know what's in there?"

"By the time I realized what happened, Jiang Zhu had been buried for almost half a year. His funeral was handled by the bureau, and it was also a burial object chosen by Cao Bureau. He only told me that he buried a police uniform and hat, and nothing else. I didn't say anything."

This kind of thing is actually common. Some family members of martyrs want their relatives to be buried in their ancestors' graves, so they will leave a tomb in the martyrs' cemetery for people to look up to. Usually, they are buried with police uniforms.

"But Jiang Juan has never worn a police uniform, so it must be a brand new one."

"There is no police uniform inside." Song Yuzhi stroked his heart and said softly, "Only the answer he left for you."

Even Jiang Xun himself didn't know what the question in his heart was, but Song Yuzhi said that the man left him the answer, and he couldn't help but feel a little ironic.

"Don't act like you know me well."

"At least now you are willing to let me know about you. There are still many things I don't know about your past, but I will wait for you to take the initiative to tell me bit by bit." He kissed Jiang Xun's cheek head.

Jiang Xun sighed, "I don't remember much about what you want to know, as long as you ask, I will tell you." He never dreamed that he would say this to others one day, so he couldn't help posting it. The man said, "Xiao Yuzi, I like you so much, I spoil you so much that I even give myself to you, there is something else you can't know."

"As long as you want me to know, I am willing to know."

"Then tell you about the old bastard surnamed Jiang. You know about my past pretty much. I've never mentioned this old guy to you."

Jiang Xun put out the cigarette, sat up slightly, "I don't remember if I told you, the first time I saw Pengpeng was after I was injured, my memory was blank at that time, and I couldn't even think of who I was. Get up, but on the other hand, if I remembered everything at that time, it might be more difficult to accept."

Song Yuzhi moved into a comfortable posture, pillowing his leg like an obedient dog, "I always feel that your amnesia is not only caused by external force, is there also a factor of psychological escape?"

"The doctor said the same thing. He also said that as my body and spirit recover slowly, my memories will come back. He is right. Until now, seeing some familiar scenes will remind me of some memories that I have abandoned. , but this is not important, the point is that when she was suspected and survived but was regarded as a traitor and an inner ghost by everyone, this seriously ill little guy was sent to me because of the death of her old man who suffered a thousand knives. Yes." Jiang Xun paused, "Although he is also my father, I will not admit it."

"Didn't he see you once before he died?"

"Maybe I have, but it's true that I haven't seen him. I heard that he announced to his cronies early in the morning that he has a good-looking and capable son who will inherit his property in the future. Although I was pushed out to ward off thunder, but I have to admire that he is still not blind after his age. Jiang Yu's old bastard never married a wife in his life, but left a pair of illegitimate children. After belching, he left a bunch of useless bank notes. Fortunately, he has done evil all his life, and it is still useful to die, otherwise, with the money I earned, it would not even be enough for Peng Peng's medicine."

"Did he die after your accident?"

"Well, there was a car accident half a month later. At that time, I was suspected by the special investigation team. Once he died, others would inevitably think that the two of us surnamed Jiang were tricky, so someone checked the cause of his death. After the autopsy, it was found that he was Sudden myocardial infarction, that is to say, before the accident, the person sitting in the car was dead."

This aroused Song Yuzhi's interest. He got up and threw Jiang Xun under him, leaning on him like a big dog, arching into his arms, poking Jiang Xun itchy with his furry head.

"Don't make trouble..."

"With his status, will he drive by himself when he goes out?"

"Of course not. A bodyguard who has been with him for many years was his driver. When the accident happened, both of them were in the car. Later, the rescue failed and the driver died. After investigation, the car drove out of the villa where he lived. Yes, it is very likely that Jiang Yu fell ill at home, and the bodyguard had a car accident on the way to take him to the hospital. In short, this person has been a scourge all his life, and he didn't end up well in the end, which is very happy."

Being able to say this is enough to show how much he resents his father in his heart.

Song Yuzhi licked the corner of his mouth, "What about Pengpeng?"

"Pengpeng is different from me. She has no mother since she was a child, and she can only be raised by Jiang Yu's side. She also suffers from an intractable rare disease. So at that time, some people suspected that someone among the shareholders planned to kill Jiang Yu and monopolize him. It's a pity that he is very shrewd, he made a will early on, and didn't leave any money to Pengpeng, and all the inheritance fell on me, so many people in the company think that I killed my father for money , the pressure from both sides made me unable to hold my head up, and at that time I was dying..."

Song Yu only blocked his lips, swallowed the words behind him, and hugged him tightly without letting go.

"it's already over……"

"Yeah, it's all over." Jiang Xun rubbed his head, and suddenly felt that if those overwhelming cases were gone, he and Song Yuzhi would live like gods.

"I think, after I avenge Brother Qian and my brothers, I will retreat to the second line."

"Would you like it?"

"Except for you and Pengpeng, there is nothing in this world that I can't bear to part with."

Song Yu only hugged him with her eyes closed, without saying anything.

"I've already told you all my secrets, it's your turn, don't be fooled."

"Okay, as long as you ask."

In fact, Jiang Xun had too many doubts in his heart. He wanted to ask Song Yuzhi what clues there were in the earrings he found in Oscar, what progress he had made in his investigation alone, and what he got in the tomb where Jiang lived... He wanted to ask so many questions that he didn't know where to start, so he simply put aside the case and asked questions that had troubled him for a long time.

"Have we... met before?"

Song Yuzhi's eyes seemed to be stained with water, and he kissed his lips lightly, "Do you remember?"

"No, it's just this feeling. I don't believe that there are good things without a reason in this world, and I don't doubt your sincerity to me. For the sake of having no reservations about you, tell me."

"I've seen it, it was a long, long time ago, but I don't want to tell you when and where I first encountered such an important thing. If you don't remember it yourself, it will be meaningless."

Jiang Xun's heart trembled, and at that moment he felt as if he had woken up from a long sleep. In the past ten years, he had really breathed out, which made him feel the real sense of being alive.

He asked a silly question, "Then if I can't remember, will you tell me?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with letting me guard the past that belongs to us alone. No matter which day you regard as our first meeting, I will treat you with the throb of the first glance. You are in my heart. Always my favorite look."

Jiang Xun thought: This person is really good at talking...

The author has something to say: Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~

Thanks to brother Xun's little wife, cute, for donating a landmine, thank you for feeding! !