Yuji hits the big boss

Zhao Ping was so anxious that her heart almost jumped out, and she hurriedly asked someone to call the doctor.

When the doctor came, Zhou Qunrui had already woken up. The doctor diagnosed that he might have been irritated, so he asked people to take care of him carefully. He could not tell him any irritating news. If he had another stroke, it would be very troublesome.

Zhao Ping was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything. She sent the doctor away and sat next to Zhou Qunrui crying.

Zhou Qunrui was annoyed by the crying, and said, "It's called Xiaoyuan. Chase that person and go out!"

Zhao Ping wiped her tears and said bitterly: "What are you talking about, your good son enshrined that man in his home like a treasure, who can get close to him? Who can control it? Now that the Zhou family covers the sky with one hand, who can Can he still be his master? Who else can he listen to?"

Zhou Qunhai frowned and pointed at the wheelchair: "I, go, have a look!"

Zhao Ping still wanted Zhou Qunrui to come forward, but the doctor told her not to stimulate, so she quickly stopped her: "Oh, the doctor said you can't stimulate, so forget it, wait until you feel better, anyway, that vixen can't escape. "

Zhou Qunhai thought about it for a while, and was also afraid that he had another stroke, so there would be no way to save him, but he was a little unwilling to give up on Zhou Yuan's unfilial son, and felt suffocated, so he asked Zhao Ping to keep an eye on Zhou Yuan's villa, Don't let people run away, and come to arrest people when you feel better.

Zhao Ping naturally agreed.

Song Xiaochen and the others didn't know, they still lived leisurely every day.

Zhou Yuan couldn't go back to City S for the time being, Song Xiaochen didn't feel unhappy, on the contrary, he was very free. He went to the magazine office to meet Jiang Dong, wanting to get some easy work. Jiang Dong picked up the phone and called: "Boss, Mr. Song wants to Do you think it's okay to do some easy work?"

Then someone said something on the phone, Jiang Dong hung up the phone and said, "The boss said, you don't need to do anything, just go home and stay."

Song Xiaochen petrochemical, he has never seen Jiang Dong call the boss, he thought Jiang Dong himself was the boss.And does letting him go home mean dismissal?He still wants to make money. Although his body is not very convenient now, it is still possible to do something easy.

There are so many women with big bellies who have to go to work while pregnant, so what is there to be lazy about as a big man?

Song Xiaochen blinked and asked, "Who is the boss of our magazine? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

Jiang Dong said: "The previous boss was me, me, and now the boss is someone else. I have finished answering your questions. You can go."

Song Xiaochen said angrily: "I did a good job, why should I be fired?"

Jiang Dong shook his head: "I don't know about this, and I didn't fire you. The boss told you to go home, so go home, and come back when he wants you back."

Where does this follow!

No matter what he said, it was like a Buddhist gatha, and he couldn't understand it in a cloud of fog.He always felt that the so-called boss didn't want to fire him at all, but he still couldn't figure out why he was sent home.

Sigh, forget it, the small clerk guessing the boss's mind is the same as a man guessing a woman's mind, and he can't guess it, so he shook his head and asked Jiang Dong: "Then the editor, if the boss doesn't agree, he won't agree." Come on, can I do some street photography or something? Anyway, I'm idle, I'm idle."

Jiang Dong nodded and said, "Okay, just send it over the Internet after you take the picture, and you don't need to run back and forth."

Song Xiaochen was very happy to finally win back the city. Anyway, street photography is not difficult. Now it’s not just about pop stars, but ordinary people have interesting things. If there are news points, they can also be photographed, just like shopping. , If you touch it, shoot it, if you don't touch it, forget it.

Song Xiaochen's camera, which he had treasured for a while, came in handy again, and he drove around in his little Alto, followed by Lin Feng in an unremarkable black Chevrolet.

Song Xiaochen is now used to Lin Feng and the others being his tail. Anyway, they won't hinder him, so he just let them do as they please.

After two days of shopping in the street, I took some pictures of beauties and sent them to Jiang Dong with the consent of the beauties. I didn't expect to use them all. I finally got some pocket money. Song Xiaochen was very satisfied.He counted the money in the card and thought that when the child was born, he would still have some time to earn money, and then he would be able to redeem the pawned necklace.

It was almost Chinese New Year, and the streets were very lively. Song Xiaochen took some photos of the street scenes. He was hungry and a little sleepy. Seeing that it was getting dark, he planned to drive back.

Today Zhou Yuan said he was coming back, so he went to buy some food before driving home slowly.

Now he eats a lot, sleeps a lot, his body has gained a lot of weight, and he looks much rounder. Looking at his face in the rearview mirror, Song Xiaochen is a little depressed, and just like this, he has become another Jiang Bai. Really, it is fate Wheels, irresistible.

When I drove the little Alto home, I found that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. There were a few cars parked outside the gate, unlike the cars at home, but the cars outside would not stop here. This is Zhou Yuan's private parking place.

How is this going?Song Xiaochen got out of the car and opened the door, then drove in, and Lin Feng followed suit.

The two entered the living room only to find a bunch of people sitting in the living room.

Song Xiaochen was taken aback, thinking that he had gone to the wrong place, so he stopped quickly, and when he saw Zhang's mother standing by the door, he quietly asked, "Godmother, what's going on? Are there any guests?"

Mother Zhang sighed and said, "Master is here."

Song Xiaochen was stunned, what master?who?Lift your eyes and look forward.

There was a wheelchair in front of the opposite sofa, and a middle-aged man in his 60s was sitting in the wheelchair.He looks tall and tall, with gray temples and dignified eyebrows and eyes, almost similar to Zhou Yuan.

never seen it.But Song Xiaochen had a bad feeling.

The living room was very quiet, and several men and women who looked like servants were standing quietly beside him. A middle-aged woman was sitting on the sofa next to the man. She had bright eyebrows and bright red nails. At her age, she looked very well-maintained. that's it.

Song Xiaochen's hunch was correct.

Sure enough, the man took a sip of the tea in his hand, and then slowly said, "You are Song Xiaochen? That Xiaoyuan..." He didn't finish.

Song Xiaochen stood there unable to take a step forward, so he could only smile and say, "I'm Song Xiaochen, hello Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Qunrui nodded lightly, and said, "I'm here today, and I want to discuss something with you. I wonder if you agree or not?"

Zhou Qunrui had no expression on his face. He had been sick in bed for the past few years, and he had lost a lot of weight. His cheekbones were protruding, and he was very thin, but his majesty was still there. A few words made Song Xiaochen feel chills.

His words were so polite, but Song Xiaochen knew what he meant, but he couldn't say no, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, I will try my best to do it."

Zhou Qunrui smiled slightly and said, "Leave Zhou Yuan."

Song Xiaochen lowered his head and bit his cheekbone, raised his head and said, "I'm sorry about this."

Zhou Qunrui put the teacup on the coffee table, snorted and said, "How much do you want?" He knew that his son was a man who could not bring back nine cows. They are not simple characters, and they are not easy to deal with. Unlike the ones that the third child is looking for, they are just playthings, and they can be spent with a few dollars.This is Song Xiaochen, I wonder if I can get rid of it with more money?

Although Zhou Yuan is not filial, but he can't let him bring a man into Zhou's family by being immoral.

He sent someone to investigate this little man, he was probably just a small person, a commoner, even if Zhou Yuan valued him again, he probably wouldn't have seen a lot of money, if he could get rid of him with money, he wouldn't bother to be violent.

However, even though Song Xiaochen is knowledgeable about current affairs, his neck stiffened at this time, and he refused to bow his head. Instead, he smiled lightly: "Uncle Zhou, I'm looking at Zhou Yuan's net worth of tens of billions. Give me 300 billion. I'll go, how about it?"

Before Zhou Qunrui could speak, Zhao Ping quickly stepped forward, reaching out her hand to slap Song Xiaochen across the face. Song Xiaochen grabbed her wrist with a flash, but Zhao Ping's nails were relatively long, and could barely scratch Song Xiaochen's cheek, leaving behind Three faint bloodstains,

Zhao Ping snatched her hand back and scolded: "Where did you come from, bitch! How dare you imagine our Zhou family's tens of billions? Giving you some money to let you go is to look down on you, toast and not to eat fine wine? Come on! Man, kick him out!"

The few people following him wanted to step forward and take Song Xiaochen out.

Lin Feng flashed his body and said, "Wait a minute, no one is allowed to touch him!"

Zhao Ping didn't care at all, and directed the people to come forward: "Lin Feng is just a bodyguard, what are you afraid of, throw him out!"

Lin Feng stood still in front of him, Zhou Qunrui made a sound, Zhao Ping looked back at him and said, "Old man, don't you care? Xiao Yuan is not used to being so arrogant, he doesn't take you seriously at all!"

Zhou Qunrui said coldly to Lin Feng: "Get out of the way, do you think Zhou Yuan pays you a salary, so you can despise his father?"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth: "Mr. Zhou, I respect you, but you can't drive Xiao Chen out indiscriminately! He and Mr. Zhou are sincere!"

Zhou Qunrui stepped forward in person, shaking his wheelchair, and walked up to Lin Feng: "Get out of the way!"

Although Zhou Qunrui was sitting in a wheelchair looking up at this tall man, Lin Feng felt like a thorn in his back, so he took a step back involuntarily.

Song Xiaochen touched his hot face and stood there without saying a word.

Zhao Ping ordered people to come forward and bombard him.

At this time, the door suddenly became chaotic.

From the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the living room, a group of people entered the door in a mighty manner and headed straight for the door of the living room on the first floor.The grandfather of the Zhou family, Zhou Qinyuan, leaned on a cane angrily and led someone into the living room.

It was a coincidence that he came, otherwise the situation might really be out of control, and Song Xiaochen would really be kicked out.

Mr. Zhou came back this morning to celebrate the New Year, he had been resting all the time, when he heard Zhou Yuan's call, he was so angry that he brought someone here immediately.

The people who followed hurriedly arranged seats for Mr. Zhou and poured tea.Mr. Zhou looked at his son coldly: "I heard that you can move. Congratulations."

Zhou Qunrui didn't speak.

Mr. Zhou said again: "If you recover from illness, you should take good care of it. Why are you walking around?"

Zhou Qunrui said with a cold face: "I want to take good care of it, but I can't worry about having an unfilial son!"

Mr. Zhou poked his walking stick and said, "Oh? Your son is not filial? Your son has developed the Zhou family's property several times, and now he doesn't even have time to marry a daughter-in-law. I don't know who is watching from the bowl. In the pot, my Zhou family's good daughter-in-law was forced to death!"

Zhou Qunrui said angrily, "Dad, about Chen Zhima's rotten millet, is it interesting for you to mention this?"

Mr. Zhou sneered and said: "Didn't you say you want to teach your son a lesson? Where is your son? Not in front of you? Then what are you teaching? It's not your turn to teach other people's sons, right?"

Zhou Qunrui was slapped down on the armrest of the wheelchair angrily by his father, and wanted to stand up, but unfortunately, he was very annoyed because he had more energy than he wanted.

During the stalemate, the gate suddenly opened, and a few more people came in from the yard. Zhou Yuan came back in the wind and rain. It turned out that he had driven back early, but the rain on the road delayed him a bit. He quickly called his grandfather and asked him to put out the fire first, and he rushed to the house quickly.

The family happens to be "gathering together".

When Zhou Yuan saw Zhou Qunrui, he called "Dad" with a cold face.

Zhou Qunrui snorted coldly and said, "You still know I'm your father. Let me ask you, what's the matter with this man?"

Seeing that Zhou Yuan didn't speak, Zhou Qunrui snorted and said: "A good man doesn't find a woman to marry and carry on the family line. Find a man, you don't feel ashamed, the Zhou family can't tolerate him! Let him go, I don't care about you. "

Zhou Yuan laughed: "I'm a couple with him, and I didn't become a mistress to destroy other people's families. Who's in the way?"

Zhou Qunrui patted the armrest of the wheelchair and said angrily, "Bastard!"

Zhou Yuan looked back at Song Xiaochen, and found three faint bloodstains on his face, he quickly touched it with his hand and said, "Which bitch hit you? I'll call you back."

Zhao Ping's face suddenly changed color.Zhou Yuan is a ruthless person. Sometimes what he says seems to be a joke, but it is actually true. If Zhou Yuan really hits her, she will lose all face.

So Zhao Ping hurriedly followed what Zhou Qunrui said just now, boldly said: "You can find a man if you want, if you break away from the Zhou family, no one will care about you!"

Zhou Yuan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I have nothing to do with you. You don't care about my relationship with grandpa. As for other people, you can do whatever you want!"

Zhou Qunrui's chest heaved in anger, and he covered his chest and panted and said, "Okay, do you want to break away from the father-son relationship? I am satisfied with you! Come here, go to the notary office to get a certificate, and I will break away from the father-son relationship with him!"

Zhao Ping added: "You can't take away the property of the Zhou family either!"

Before Zhou Yuan said anything, Mr. Zhou stood up "suddenly", picked up the walking stick and beat Zhou Qunrui.

Zhou Qunrui was in a wheelchair and couldn't run, so he was beaten several times with a cane. The rattan cane hit his back, causing burning pain.

Everyone hurriedly stopped the old man to help him sit down.

Zhou Qunhai said angrily: "Father, I discipline my son, why do you interfere!"

Mr. Zhou stood up again and beat him with a stick, cursing: "You go and discipline your son, and I will discipline my own son, it's none of your business!"

Zhou Qunrui couldn't bear the beating.Although he was dozens of years younger than his father, he had suffered a stroke in the past few years and his body collapsed early, but the old man was in good spirits, so the few blows he suffered were quite real.

Mr. Zhou stood in front of Zhou Yuan and Song Xiaochen angrily, Zhou Yuan was unyielding, Zhou Qunrui had nothing to do, seeing the stalemate, he had to take Zhao Ping and his family away.

Zhou Yuan touched Song Xiaochen's face and said, "Did he hit you? Don't worry, I'll make him pay you back."

Song Xiaochen frowned and said nothing.

Zhou Qunrui and Zhao Ping returned home, and Zhao Ping gave him medicine and settled down before returning to her room.

When Zhao Ping thought about what happened today, she held her breath. Everyone was leaning towards Zhou Yuan, even her two sons didn't show up.Zhao Ping thought while packing up and changing all the clothes, it seems that Zhou Yuan must be taught a lesson, otherwise he will really be bullied by him for the rest of his life, why, is it reasonable to have a man come into the house?

Zhao Ping couldn't beat Zhou Yuan, and she couldn't beat Mr. Zhou either. Her husband was still in a wheelchair and was useless, so she could only use her own methods.

So in the past two days, all the members of the Zhou family have suffered.

Zhao Ping went around crying and complaining about Zhou Yuan's disobedience, inciting his grandfather to beat his father, and insisting on getting a man into the house, regardless of the family's face.

The family of Zhou Qunrui's brother and sister, and the family of Zhou Qinhong, the younger sister of Mr. Zhou, have dozens of children and grandchildren, and they can't stand being annoyed by Zhao Ping every day.

Zhou Qunhai and Zhou Qunli had no choice but to visit his eldest brother, on the one hand, to visit, and on the other hand, to let his sister-in-law stop complaining everywhere. None of them can be Zhou Yuan's master, so what's the use of talking?Even if the eldest brother is Zhou Yuan's father, let alone they are uncles and aunts?

When Zhou Qunrui heard that he was ashamed and thrown to his brother, sister and old aunt's house, he almost died of anger, so he quickly called Zhao Ping back.

Zhao Ping had no place to vent, so she had to go to the beauty salon to relax with a few wealthy wives who were usually close to her.

She still cared about the Zhou family's face outside, and didn't dare to tell outsiders.

But when he came back, he suddenly found Song Xiaochen on the side of the road, as if he was about to enter a shopping mall.

Zhao Ping hurriedly parked the car in the parking space on the side of the road, she really wanted to just go up and beat Song Xiaochen up, but she was also a person of status, if the old Zhou family knew about such things, she would scold her No, so...

Song Xiaochen was just about to go up the steps to enter the shopping mall when suddenly a middle-aged woman in her 60s and [-]s rushed over and cursed: "Young master who seduces rich people, shameless! Shameless! Stinky bitch!" Hit Song Xiaochen on the head with a broken bag in his hand,

Song Xiaochen was caught off guard and almost stumbled, and squatted on the ground without stopping.

The woman kicked her high-heeled foot, cursing at the same time: "Seduce a man! Shameless!"

Song Xiaochen was almost kicked in the stomach by her. He was startled, annoyed, and kicked over: "If you dare to touch my stomach, don't blame me for beating women!"

He didn't know this woman, where did the crazy woman come to ruin his reputation in the street?

Lin Feng looked at the mess from behind, and hurried in to rescue Song Xiaochen.

Suddenly a young man ran out of the shopping mall, shouting towards Song Xiaochen, "Brother—what are you doing? Ah—what's wrong?"

Song Xiaochen withdrew his foot, looked at the onlookers, patted his head and said, "It's okay, I ran into a crazy woman. Let's go, Fei Yu, I have to pick up something quickly, or it will be too late."

The two of them went in without even looking at the woman. Song Xiaochen said as he walked, "You said three-month-old dolls, what should I buy for them?"

Fei Yu: "Just give a red envelope."

Song Xiaochen shook his head: "That's my best friend's child. What about the triplets? Of course you need a red envelope, but you still need a gift."

The woman outside the mall was still jumping and cursing.Lin Feng pulled her out forcefully, and said: "I just came out of the fifth hospital and went crazy again. You dare to provoke anyone you don't know. Be careful if they call the police!" The onlookers thought it was a mental patient If you go crazy, you'll be gone.Seeing that she couldn't make any waves, Zhao Ping spat and drove away.

Song Xiaochen frowned, looked out through the glass of the shopping mall for a while, then turned back and continued talking to Fei Yu: "Didn't you say that Zhang Qi is coming back? His filming is over?"

Fei Yu took a big ice cream to eat, and replied vaguely: "Yes, he finished filming the film a long time ago, and he also took on a TV series, a big production, the leading actor, just finished filming half, and came back to catch up with the company's annual meeting... "