Who hasn't loved a few scumbags

Song Hanyu waited in Mr. Song's study for more than ten minutes, and Mr. Song finally came late.

"Sit down." Mr. Song pulled up a chair for Song Hanyu. Song Hanyu shook his head, saying that he should stand and listen.

"It's up to you." Mr. Song glanced at him, sighed, and threw a newspaper on the table, which was the popular Entertainment Fresh Daily.

"You are also at such an age. If you knew what you did, there would be consequences. Look at what you are doing? Are you trying to piss your mother off?" Mr. Song sat on the chair and tapped on the table snapped

"..." Song Hanyu didn't speak, but just looked directly at Mr. Song and listened to his scolding.

The anger in Mr. Song's heart melted into smoke in Song Hanyu's upright and calm eyes, and he said helplessly, "You kept it a secret. I haven't heard anyone say it in my ears for so many years. who knows?"

Song Hanyu pursed his lips, and after a while, said, "Haoran, Wenshan, they all know about it, and Grandpa."

Mr. Song was taken aback, and raised his head in surprise: "The old man knows! When did it happen?"

"I told my grandfather about it from the beginning, and my grandfather also supported me."

Mr. Song was speechless for a moment, fixedly looked at the tall son in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Is your company going to move to Shanghai?"

"Well, all the formalities are complete, just wait until this year is over."

Mr. Song is such a smart person, he felt something was wrong when he thought about it like this, and after thinking about it again, he finally understood.On the one hand, he was trembling with anger, and on the other hand, he was helpless and shocked that he couldn't say a word.

"you you!"

"Kneel down!" Mr. Song was furiously going to get the whip.

Song Hanyu didn't hesitate to kneel down with a plop. Fortunately, there was a carpet in the study, and his knees fell straight down without much pain.

"You unfilial son, if we don't agree, are you planning to run to Shanghai and never come back!" Mr. Song held the whip with both hands, and his voice was full of restrained anger.

Song Hanyu didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.Mr. Song immediately hit Song Hanyu's back with a whip, and he didn't hold back his hand at all. Song Hanyu's body shook slightly, but his back was still straight.

"We gave birth to you and raised you! You are such an unfilial thing! Are you worthy of us?"

"Do you know how much your mother worries about you, and she actually wants to just run away from home like this?! You are going against the sky!"

"Just because of such an outsider, you don't even want your parents, you feel your conscience, who are you worthy of!"

"It's fine to spend your time outside, but you actually count on your family members, who are you as parents?!"

"Okay, don't you want to leave? I'll kill you today to see if you can leave."

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Mr. Song was so angry that he lost his mind, cursing and smoking, he really had the momentum to beat Song Hanyu to death in the study.

Song Hanyu only felt a burning pain in his back, and the whip was whipped up repeatedly, as if countless needles were pricked up and pulled.He gritted his teeth and endured without making a sound.He knew he was wrong and deserved to be punished.

Mr. Song is also in his 50s. He was so angry and beat others with a whip. It didn't take long for him to be out of breath.And Song Hanyu was already sweating profusely, frowning tightly.

At this time, the landline in the study suddenly rang, as if a barrier had been erected on Mr. Song's rushing river of anger to stop it.

Mr. Song ignored the call, but after the ringing stopped, it rang again persistently. After several rings, Mr. Song finally let Song Hanyu go and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"dad!"

On the other end of the phone, Song Jianian's surprised voice came over, which was beyond Mr. Song's expectation.

"Dad, are you okay at home!"

"What's the matter, you called back in such a hurry."

"...Dad, about Brother Yu, you and Mom should calm down. This kind of newspaper that publishes sneak photos of paparazzi has no credibility at all. The photos are so blurry that it is impossible to determine whether it is Brother Yu."

"I knew you were going to plead for your brother."

"...Dad, if I don't beg for mercy, why don't I ask you to whip him a few more times?" Song Jianian smiled helplessly on the other end of the phone: "You can't really hit Brother Yu, right?"

Mr. Song glanced at Song Hanyu who was kneeling on the ground, and said without blinking, "No, I haven't seen anyone else yet."

Song Jianian breathed a sigh of relief: "Dad, you also know Brother Yu's character, what he said and did, you and Mom must not take it to heart, he just can't say nice things."

"If his mouth can be half as sweet as yours, your mother will be so happy."

"Dad, is he changing the way to praise me or hurt me? Tomorrow, I'm going back to the capital for a business trip, so let Brother Yu come back for dinner." Song Hanyu asked cautiously, "We haven't had dinner together for a long time."

Mr. Song laughed. Song Jianian was so worried that he couldn't wait to come back to intercede. Before, he would not go home anyway, but now he came quickly.

"When you arrive in Beijing tomorrow, go directly to the old man, and we will go there too."

"Ah! What is this for?"

"You'll know when you go."

"Okay then, Dad, I brought you a gift, be happy."

"Okay, Dad is happy, I will be happy when you come back."

"It's better to be Dad! Hey, my colleague called me, Dad, I'll hang up first. See you tomorrow."

"okay, see you tomorrow."

As soon as the call was hung up, Mr. Song no longer wanted to tease others, but waved Song Hanyu helplessly to let him go.Song Hanyu has been staring at the phone since just now, and now that he can leave, his body feels tearing pain when he moves.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

Mr. Song didn't respond, and Song Hanyu walked very slowly. When he finally closed the study door, he saw Mr. Song in the room holding his head exhaustedly. He seemed to be ten years older.

At the same time, in the snowy Shanghai, Song Jianian put down the phone, turned around to look at Qiu Yan who was sitting opposite him in the office, his expression was not very good.

"I don't know what your company is thinking. This report has been fired for several days and it hasn't been covered yet!" Song Jianian threw the newspaper on Qiu Yan with sharp eyes.

"...Uncle, did he say anything?" Qiu Yan picked up the newspaper on her body and asked eagerly.

Song Jianian exhaled and said, "It shouldn't be a big problem. I told you to open the skylight to talk. If you don't organize public relations to get this matter right, you will have no room for resistance if our family intervenes in person. Yes. This is the mainland, and there are twists and turns in the circle, which is different from Hong Kong and Taiwan, do you understand?"

"I see."

"Do you really understand? No, I don't think you understand." Song Jianian smiled mockingly: "How much do you think the big family values ​​face, and would let others sprinkle dirt on their faces?"

"Brother Yu is a descendant of the Song family. If something like this happens, you will be scolded if you scold him. Whose son has never played outside. As for you... what do you think will happen?"

Qiu Yan was startled suddenly, and looked at Song Jianian as if she had been stung.

"I see, thank you for helping me, young man."

"I'm not helping you, don't get me wrong. Because I'm also from the Song family. Since others want to embarrass us, I definitely don't want them to feel better."

"... Anyway, I should thank you."

"Forget it, if I can, I want to continue working, can I, Mr. Qiu." Song Jianian's eyes slipped away, he stopped looking at the autumn banquet, and began to chase people away tactfully.

Qiu Yan's face was hot, and there was humiliation in his eyes, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only put on a mask and hat and leave in despair.

When the door of the Autumn Banquet had already been opened, Song Jianian suddenly raised his head and asked him, "You really don't know who did this?"

Qiu Yan's eyes trembled, and she forced a smile: "I really don't know, there are too many people who want to bring down my superior."

Song Jianian narrowed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, and said flatly, "That's it."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

Looking at the empty office, Song Jianian recalled Qiu Yan's innocent look just now, and closed the laptop in his hand with a snap, full of anger.

Open your eyes and talk nonsense!Do you still know who did it?If you want to hype, you don't even look at the object!

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Song Hanyu was careful not to let the servant see the blood on his body, went back to the room to change clothes, endured the pain and drove out to find a friend's private clinic to get medicine. The wound on his back scared the little nurses in the clinic.

"I said Third Young Master, your injury is really..."

"Be careful not to touch the wound with water these days, hey, San Shao, you should also be careful when you put on your clothes, the ointment will be wiped off!"

"Hey, go slowly, Third Young Master."

Song Hanyu put on his suit and coat, nodded and went out.I thought to myself, it doesn't matter if I have to be beaten tomorrow anyway.

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The next day, the living room in the courtyard of Mr. Song's house was full of people.On the main seat is the old man, with the eldest son Song Maoan's family at the bottom right hand, the second son Song Lianghan's family at the bottom left hand, and the third son Song Wenhai's family at the bottom right hand.Count the spouses and children of the children of each family.There are nearly NO.20 people sitting in this hall.

Elder Song glanced at the crowd in the hall, then at Song Hanyu, who was surrounded by everyone, standing in the center of the hall, and finally turned to Song Lianghan, asking, "Why didn't Nian come?"

"Dad, he's probably still on the road, and the highway is a bit congested today."

Mr. Song nodded, "Then everyone will wait until Boy Nian comes."

"Isn't he just an adopted son? It's shameless for us elders to wait for him." A richly dressed young woman muttered dissatisfiedly, and her husband who was sitting beside her frowned instantly and patted the back of her hand.

"Why, don't let people tell you. It's not your own. It's like a treasure." This young woman is the wife of Song Maoan's youngest son. She just got married. It is said that she is a rich lady from a southern family. She is very pampered. .This is the first time I have met other uncles, so I don't know how to restrain myself, and I don't think they are very smart.

Ms. Qi's expression was as usual, but she put the lid of the teacup firmly on her hands, making a crisp sound.

"Daughter-in-law means that you are dissatisfied with my decision." Mr. Song said slowly, looking at the young woman with cloudy eyes, making her sit like a needle cushion.

"Grandpa, she didn't mean that. Since it's his first time here, please forgive her." Song Mao'an's youngest son hurriedly came out to smooth things over, dragging the young woman out to apologize.

"Not yet?!"

"Well, it's my fault, grandpa, don't be angry."

Ms. Qi in this room was even more dissatisfied, and she threw the teacup on the ground, making a loud noise.

"Brother, I didn't have this party today. I didn't know you had another daughter-in-law." Ms. Qi said with a smile, her eyes fell on the young woman with a cold look.

"Ahem, the family is unlucky, the family is unlucky, Ai Ling, that child is not sensible, you should take care of it." Song Maoan smiled wryly.

Song Maoan didn't like this daughter-in-law in the first place. When his son got married quietly and brought a wife back suddenly, he was surprised and angry.Before I came today, I told you not to talk nonsense.Ai Ling loved her two sons so much. Today, Song Hanyu caused the Song family to hold a meeting, and the daughter-in-law scolded Song Jianian again. Didn't this hurt her feet?It would be strange for her to be angry.

"Niannian is on our family tree. Even if it's not my own, he's still my son! Do you have an opinion?" Ms. Qi slapped the table, and the sound startled the young woman.

The young woman was still arguing, but her husband pinched her waist and kept winking to stop talking back, so the young woman gave up.

When Song Jianian ran in sweating profusely, he saw a strange woman he didn't know glaring at him, and he didn't know where he offended him.

"I'm sorry, I'm late because of the traffic jam on the road." Song Jianian apologized quickly, and walked towards Ms. Qi, passing by Song Hanyu who was standing in the middle like a punishment, touched his back, and whispered to him: "Don't resist. "

Song Jianian sat down beside Ms. Qi, and Ms. Qi held his hand tightly.

"It's okay, Mom, don't worry." Song Jianian comforted.

In fact, Song Jianian was also very nervous. Song Hanyu's incident was exposed too suddenly, and no one was ready.

It was the first time for him to attend the church meeting of the Song family, and he had only heard it from his father before.It is said that it will only be held when major events are decided. For example, when Song Lianghan refused to engage in business with politicians, he just walked away from the meeting.At that time, the whole family voted with a show of hands, and more than two-thirds of the votes were in favor, so Mr. Song Lianghan started business in an open and aboveboard manner, and also received various supports from his family.

Song Hanyu came to the meeting today, if more than half of the people disagreed, then the matter of him marrying a man would be blown away.If the number of votes agreed does not exceed two-thirds, and the old man himself agrees with this matter, then there is still a chance.As long as he has endured [-] sticks and does not beg for mercy to show his determination, the family will support him unconditionally in the future.

At the beginning, Dad had a smooth life, it was because there were few people in the family, and more than two-thirds of it was achieved after a few persuasions. Now, people's hearts are unpredictable, and Song Jianian only feels that it is too precarious.But seeing Song Hanyu's expressionless face, Song Jianian felt a little more at ease.At least this person is not in a hurry, and maybe things are not so bad.

The old man cleared his throat and announced the start of the meeting. He first asked Song Hanyu what happened, and Song Hanyu admitted.Asked what is the relationship between Song Hanyu and Qiu Yan, Song Hanyu answered one by one, and finally did not forget to add that the relationship has been broken.

Song Jianian sat there anxiously, so he had to rush up and speak for Song Hanyu.Foreign criminals know how to speak nice words and play emotional scenes to impress the jury, why doesn't he know how to be soft-spoken.Here are all his uncles, brothers and sisters, and none of them really want him to be bad!Song Jianian knew that Song Hanyu wasn't agreeing with his sexuality for the sake of his family. Sexuality could be straightened even if it was bent. He was just striving for the greatest status and recognition for his future significant other.

Then you have to pay attention to the art of speaking!As for his blunt answer, he was really anxious to death.

"Then, let's start voting on whether the third son's future lover can enter our Song family's house. The following people have no right to vote." The old man made a final decision: "You all have pens and paper on the tea table, and the agreement written by yourself is in favor of putting it on my table. Come up."

There was silence in the hall for a while, and Ms. Qi was the first to hand in the note. She took all of Mr. Song's and handed it in. Finally, she opened it in public, and it said consent.

Song Hanyu was moved, clenched his fists, and slowly choked out a sentence: "Mom...thank you."

Song Jianian noticed the tears in Ms. Qi's eyes, and his heart turned a thousand times. He wrote the note and handed it in. When he came back, he took a deep look at Song Hanyu, brother Yu, brother Yu, I really owed you in my previous life.

Two minutes later, the old man began to sing the tickets.

"One in favor of..."

"Two in favor of..."

"Three in favor..."

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There are 16 people who have the decision-making power. To pass the bill smoothly, there must be more than eleven people voting in favor, and at least eight people must vote in favor.Song Jianian's palms were sweating nervously. After the old man read out nine "yes", the heart in his throat fell back.

"Ten in favor..."

This is already the No.15 note, success or failure depends on whether the last one is in favor or against!

The old man picked up the last note and said nothing.No one made a sound, and there was a terrifying silence in the entire hall.

Song Jianian's heart went cold, and he immediately turned his eyes to Song Hanyu, seeing that he was still not afraid of anything.

"Grandpa!" Song Jianian exclaimed.

Mr. Song ignored him and said, "Not more than two-thirds, third child. However, I voted for it. If the third child is willing to suffer this last stick, our Song family will recognize him and take him home. Object!"

"Do you have any objections?" The old man looked around at the crowd, and everyone shook their heads to express that they had no objection. Then the old man said, "Mao'an, come and beat me. I'm too old to carry a stick. Wen Hai, go and get the stick."

"Yes, Dad."

"I'm going right now."

The old man was still soft-hearted, and he didn't call the third uncle who was a soldier to execute the sentence, otherwise Song Hanyu would have to lie on the bed for a month or two if he was given thirty sticks?

Song Hanyu took off his suit jacket and knelt on the ground wearing only a shirt on his upper body. Song Maoan exchanged glances with his second brother and started to fight. Song Wenhai was counting on the side.

One...two...three...four...five...

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Song Jianian couldn't bear to watch it any longer, the figure of the stick hitting Song Hanyu's back made him feel pain all over his body, and his clothes were stained with blood before the stick was even used.

"!"

Ms. Qi and Song Jianian Qiqi looked at Song Mao'an, their eyes almost screamed, how could they beat him so hard!

The eldest brother of the Song family is so innocent, he obviously didn't try hard, why is his nephew's back so delicate.

Song Jianian couldn't sit still on the chair, and couldn't stop it.When Song Hanyu was punished, he kept looking at him, looking at him with a very strange look, which made him feel at a loss and restless.

23……24……25……26……27……

28...29...thirty...

Song Mao'an stopped his hands with sweat all over his head, Song Hanyu's back was bleeding all over, the white shirt on the back was red all over, and his face was as pale as paper.

He didn't make a sound during this time.

"Grandpa...I've passed it..." Song Hanyu said weakly.

The old man looked distressed and nodded.

"Uncles, please agree." Song Hanyu turned to the right again.

The elders of the Song family nodded together. Song Hanyu's appearance was really scary, and he really felt like he was going to die in a second.

Song Hanyu nodded, stood up with difficulty, turned to the left and walked in the direction of Song Jianian.

"Dad, Mom..." Song Hanyu's gaze fell on Song Jianian again. Song Jianian couldn't tell what kind of look it was. He just felt the urge to cry when he saw it. Song Jianian fainted.

"Brother, brother?!" Song Jianian hugged Song Hanyu, his mind went blank, he had never seen such a weak Song Hanyu.

"Three children!"

"The third one!"

"What's going on, what will happen to the third child?"

"Look at what you've done, are you trying so hard to beat the third child to death!"

"I really didn't try hard..."

"Call the doctor, call the doctor quickly."

"Don't move his body, the blood is bleeding more."

Today, the Song family is completely in chaos.

Then Song Jianian's heart became even more chaotic.

What does Brother Yu's eyes mean?