After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

There was no sound at the table.

It was Song Muchen who reacted first.

Being accused in front of so many people, his legs trembled with anger, "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

Song Muchen's parents were sitting beside him, and the two who had mocking expressions on their faces just now hurriedly stood up and spoke for him, "Dad, did Muchen do something wrong?"

"Why are you still standing there, why don't you go over and sit down?" Song Changan said to Song Jingxi like this, and then he looked at Song Muchen slowly, with no fluctuations in his tone, "I know what you have done, the Song family rules But none of them are for your pleasure in bullying your younger brother."

Song Changan didn't say clearly who he bullied, but everyone present knew it well.

Song Chang'an is showing Song Jingxi a head start.

The chair thing was done by default, just to see Song Jingxi in a mess.

Everyone knew that Song Changan was partial to Song Jingxi in his heart, but Song Changan had never stood up for Song Jingxi in the past.

Watching Song Jingxi's jokes has almost become an unwritten tradition in the Song family. It is not uncommon for everyone to gather together in the past. Today, Song Muchen was suddenly killed to make an example of others. It must have hit the old man's bottom line .

Song Jingxi had severed ties with Song Chang'an in front of so many people before, but he didn't expect that Song Jingxi would immediately become the old man's favorite as soon as he came back today.

Sure enough, it is still biased.

However, targeting a junior like Song Muchen can be regarded as saving face for others.

I don't know if Song Ying said something to Song Chang'an, anyway, Song Jingxi didn't think as much as others.

He took out his hand from his pocket, walked around behind Song Muchen and pulled out the chair, politely said, "Let me go, thank you."

Song Muchen was pushed sideways by Song Jingxi, his eyes were so angry that he almost wanted to tear people apart.

But he had no choice but to turn around angrily and leave.

In the future, he will have plenty of ways to suppress Song Jingxi, so there is no need to be in a hurry.

"Dinner."

Now that the matter has come to this point, no one dares to bring up Song Jingxi's previous scandals. Song Muchen's parents also know that there is no room for change, so they can only give Song Muchen a disappointing look, and then sit down.

Song Ying and Song Jianye also sat down, and the dining table was so quiet that there was hardly any sound.

Song Jingxi knew that he should have won the battle at the Song family today.

Although he just shed a few tears and won the sympathy of others.

Even though it was such a simple matter, didn't the original owner enjoy the happiness that should belong to him?

No, no, now is not the time to think about these things, now I am Song Jingxi, the real Song Jingxi.

In this way, some fatal tells will not be exposed.

"It happens that you are all here today. Tell me, I have already given Song Ying the arrangements for the banquet the day after tomorrow. If you have any questions, you can ask him."

Song Changan put down his chopsticks, and everyone else put down their chopsticks.

Although Song Jingxi was not full, he could only follow suit.

Song Ying nodded and smiled, "I hope that everyone will not bring in irrelevant people. At present, all the invitations have been sent out. If the uncles still have people who want to invite, you can discuss with me when I am free."

As the younger generation of the family, Song Ying spoke in such a tone that no one dared to refute or express any dissatisfaction.

Song Jingxi bit her lip, born from the same parents, the gap between the original owner and Song Ying is too big.

After dinner, Song Jingxi didn't dare to leave. Seeing that Song Ying followed Song Changan to the study, he had no choice but to walk in the garden alone.

He didn't want to deal with Song Jianye at first, but when he walked to the garden now, he happened to have a face-to-face meeting with him.

The man looks serious and dignified, with a Chinese character face with sharp edges and corners, bushy eyebrows, and a righteous appearance, which is different from the original owner's softer face.

The two stood together, not quite like a blood-related father and son.

Maybe the original owner's appearance followed his mother Zhao Shihua's. Hearing from Song Ying, Zhao Shihua has been on a business trip across the country for the past few days, and he can't come back until the day after tomorrow after the old man's birthday.

Song Jingxi thought about it randomly, but he didn't think of how to solve the crisis of meeting "father" in front of him.

He has grown up so much, and he has never called anyone else dad before, and it is difficult for him to speak for a moment, but he can't do nothing, so he nodded to him.

Song Jingxi stepped up his pace, wanting to cross quickly, but the man said, "I heard from your grandfather that you gave up on Xing Wenkang? Are you going to come back and learn to manage the company with Song Ying?"

The man's tone was too flat, and Song Jingxi couldn't analyze the meaning of his words at all. He stopped, and before he could speak, he heard the man say, "It's not that I look down on you, I just hope you don't hold Song Ying back, and you won't be able to do anything in the future." Doing embarrassing things, the noon seat is the same, putting something in your mind can at least save you some snacks."

"..."

Song Jingxi had previously doubted whether Song Muchen's phrase "something even his own parents look down on" was a random fabrication, but now it seems that although Song Muchen is a bit bad, he is quite honest.

Song Jianye really looked down on the original owner from the bottom of his heart, Song Jingxi put his hands in his pockets and smiled, "Got it."

The young man stood under the light-colored golden light, his silky white skin shone with a thin layer of shimmer, his thin chin and slender neck seemed so fragile that it would break if he pinched it.

Song Jingxi in the past was gloomy and indifferent, so stupid that he couldn't describe it in words.

Even if it is his own son who has been raised for 20 years, it is the first time Song Jianye sees him smiling like this. The dark pupils of the young man are mixed with a touch of cool light in winter, shining brightly, so shrewd that people can't take their eyes off.

After Song Ying's business was done, Song Jingxi followed him.

When he was leaving, he met Song Muchen coming out of the ancestral hall, he seemed to be limping after kneeling for too long.

Song Jingxi heard him curse something in a low voice, but magnanimously ignored him.

Tonight, Song Ying drove by himself and didn't ask the driver to come over.

Song Jingxi was sitting in the back seat, and the car window was lowered a little, and the whistling wind outside the window rushed in from the small gap. After a long while, he heard Song Ying ask, "Isn't it cold?"

Song Jingxi shook his head, remembering that he couldn't see his movements, he added, "It's okay."

Song Ying probably knew what Song Jingxi was thinking, but he didn't know how to persuade him, let him relax and stop thinking so much, saying that he would always be on his side was too easy to say some.

"Brother, please help me change my major, I don't think I am suitable for studying finance."

The car was still driving on the main road, Song Ying suddenly heard Song Jingxi say that.

Because of the change of major, Song Jingxi didn't go to class the next day, and replied a message from Jiang Yunsheng. When he left the room, he happened to see Song Ying's assistant coming in through the door with a white paper bag.

"The clothes Xiaoxi will wear at the banquet tomorrow." Song Ying took the bag and handed it to Song Jingxi, "Go to the room and try it on."

Song Jingxi didn't expect this level, it was Song Ying who thought it through.

There is also a simple and elegant packaging box in the bag, the texture is very good, and the box is already worth a lot of money.

Song Jingxi didn't dare to tear it down violently.

Inside the box lay a simple white suit with a dizzying row of zeros on a tag hanging from the lining.

Song Jingxi rubbed his arms uncomfortably, the bruises on his wrists that were pinched by Song Muchen suddenly hurt.

It's not a dream, but it's really hard for him to imagine that one day he will suddenly become the son of a rich family.

The suit was cut properly, and it was smooth and ironed close to the contours of his body, which brought out the nobleness of the thin figure of the original owner.

Song Jingxi stood in front of the mirror and admired it for a long time before going out to show Song Ying a look.

Song Ying, his own brother, stared at Song Jingxi for a while, and then praised him so much that Song Jingxi went back to her room and changed her clothes in embarrassment.

The day at home passed quickly, and Jiang Yunsheng sent a message to Song Jingxi early the next morning, asking if Song Jingxi had gone back to the Song family's old house today, and he was going to attend Mr. Song's birthday banquet with his father soon.

Song Jing Xidan knew that Jiang Yunsheng's family was also quite rich, but he didn't know that Jiang's family could also receive Song Changan's invitation, but he thought it was true, if Jiang Yunsheng had no money, how could he be friends with the original owner.

"It will pass soon, and I will contact you when I arrive."

Song Jingxi finished sending the message, washed up, changed into the clothes Song Ying had prepared and went out, and saw Song Ying already sitting on the sofa waiting.

"Don't worry, let's eat something before we leave," Song Ying said.

Today, no parking is allowed in front of Song’s house. When people arrive, their own drivers will drive away to avoid crowding.

Zheng Guangji and Gao She arrived at the gate of Song's house together. When they got out of the car, they looked at each other and closed the door at the same time.

"This old man is really true. The house is so big that people can go in on foot, and it takes a lot of time just to walk." Zheng Guangji leaned towards Gao She, and then talked about the second lady of the Lu family, "Hey, I heard that The second Miss Lu family went to your company the day before yesterday, is there any follow-up?"

Gao She withdrew his peripheral vision and smiled, "I can't keep your mouth shut on such an important occasion today."

Zheng Guangji pursed his lips, wondering why someone's mind is full of business, women, love, aren't these delicious?

Naogui Nao, after approaching the main house, Zheng Guangji also restrained his idle state.

When the two of them arrived, the banquet hall was already bustling with activity. It is not a new thing to toast and exchange cups, but the people I saw today were all real and important people in the mall, and the atmosphere in the hall was overwhelming. Can't help but straighten your back.

The huge crystal chandelier suspended high from the European-style ceiling casts light on every corner of the banquet hall.

Gao She looked around implicitly, and then looked around again.

Zheng Guangji wanted to say something to him, but Gao She's attention was distracted for the first time ever.

He followed him around with curious eyes, but found nothing interesting, so he patted Gao She's arm and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Huh? Nothing."

When Gao She said these words with a smile, his tone was indescribably ambiguous. Zheng Guangji saw under his glasses, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his pair of brown pupils, which looked at his warm, modest and elegant eyes. There was an inexplicable dark breath on his face as he rolled.

It seems to express a strong desire for something.

Although that expression was only fleeting, Zheng Guangji was sure that he read it right, he hadn't seen Gao She like this for a long time.

As soon as Gao She showed such an expression, the situation seemed to become serious.

Without waiting for him to ask further, the next second Zheng Guangji saw Gao Shefang's cannibalistic eyes suddenly fixed on the young and beautiful man at the gate.