Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang wanted to laugh when he saw Song Sanshao. Firstly, Song Qiyuan's hairstyle was funny, and secondly, Song Qiyuan's handsome appearance made the curly hair stand out without being obtrusive. He was a pretty little white face— — is Song Yuzhang's favorite type.

"You are..." Song Qiyuan paused, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Fifth Brother?"

Song Yuzhang nodded slightly.

Song Qiyuan turned his face to the side, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, then turned his face again, and said calmly, "Come on, Fifth Brother, let Third Brother hug you."

Song Yuzhang was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he still went down. After going up and down the steps, Song Yuzhang was a head taller than Song Qiyuan. Presumably, if they were on flat ground, they should be about the same height. Just as Song Yuzhang was thinking, Song Qiyuan had already climbed up. step.

The stairs were narrow, and Song Qiyuan was so forced to stand on the same steps as others that Song Yuzhang was almost squeezed down by him, and then Song Yuzhang was hugged.

This hug is very fragrant. Song Qiyuan has a faint scent of perfume on his body. Song Yuzhang doesn't wear perfume himself, but almost all the pretty faces he likes spray perfume, so he doesn't feel uncomfortable with the smell at all, and he generously wraps an arm around the hug. Song Qiyuan's shoulder, and the other arm wrapped around Song Qiyuan's waist.

The two hugged, Song Yuzhang let go of his hand first, Song Qiyuan also let go, his palm changed to hold Song Yuzhang's shoulder, and smiled: "Fifth brother, we are about the same size."

The faces of the two were very close, so close that Song Yuzhang felt the danger, and the feeling returned to the feeling, Song Yuzhang was still very calm, "Yeah, almost."

Song Qiyuan squinted his eyes to look at the person, and slowly let go of the hand on Song Yuzhang's shoulder. He stretched his hand up, as if he wanted to touch Song Yuzhang's face, or pat Song Yuzhang's head. He couldn't tell, because He was interrupted by a sound from the next flight of stairs.

"The third one!"

It was Song Jincheng, staring at the two of them solemnly.

"This is the fifth brother!"

Song Qiyuan put his hand down, and he also retreated to the steps below, lazily said to him: "I know."

The five brothers of the Song family gathered together, and the five of them sat in the hall. The originally resplendent hall was so dazzling that people couldn't look directly at it.

Song Jincheng announced everyone's decision to go to the hospital to visit Song Zhenqiao. He said to Song Yuzhang, "I wanted you to rest for two days, but the hospital said that Dad was in good spirits today. I heard that you have returned to China, and I really want to see you right away. "

Song Yuzhang was startled.

Why did another father appear?

In addition to these four confused brothers, the Song family also has a father?

That's right, people come out of the mother's womb, and there is always a father... No, there is always a mother, just like he knows his mother is Little Cherry, but he doesn't know who his father is, and people don't necessarily have a father...

Song Yuzhang was thinking wildly in his mind, but there was still no trace on his face, only a meek smile.

This is going to be bad.

Brothers can't recognize brothers, and what's more, a father will never fail to recognize his son...

His plan ideas are all stillborn...

"Dad is tired of looking at our four brothers," Song Qiyuan said with a smile, "As for the fifth brother, he only got a photo of him as a child 20 years ago, like a baby, and he only showed us once , he thought about the fifth brother for more than twenty years, why are you still waiting?"

Song Yuzhang's hands and feet, which were gradually getting cold, became warm again. He looked at Song Qiyuan, and Song Qiyuan was also looking at him with a smile on his face, "Besides, our fifth younger brother is so beautiful, who doesn't miss it."

A group of people got into the car respectively, Song Jincheng said to Song Qiyuan: "My third brother, you take my car."

After getting into the car, Song Jincheng taught others a lesson.

"Fifth brother is very beautiful, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Then you can't mess around, you are brothers after all!"

Song Qiyuan smiled lazily again, and turned to Song Jincheng who was full of seriousness, "Brother, didn't you still say that he is a bastard from outside?"

"The wild species is also my father's species."

"Ok."

Song Qiyuan put his hands in his pockets, his posture was very lazy, "Don't worry, I won't act like that."

Song Jincheng smiled disdainfully, "You are the most foolish in the whole family!"

Song Qiyuan was silent for a moment, then turned his face with a smile, "There is a new movie coming up recently, brother, are you going to watch it?"

Hearing the hint, Song Jincheng knew that the youngest loved to hang out with people of all schools and schools, and was the most well-informed, so he couldn't hold back, "Mind your own business!"

There were three cars in total, and Song Yuzhang sat alone in the last car. He was thoughtful, and felt that what Song Qiyuan said in the hall was a bit strange, as if he had read his mind and made a rescue for him.

This idea is a bit inexplicable, and it can even be said to have no beginning and no end.

Song Qiyuan rescued him?Could it be that Song Qiyuan discovered that he was not the real "Song Yuzhang"?If he really found out that he was an imposter, why didn't he expose him on the spot and save him?

Song Yuzhang has always believed in his intuition, and his sharp peripheral nerves have helped him out of danger many times, so this time he did not ignore the flash in his heart at all, and carefully kept it aside, waiting for a certain moment to see After Effects.

The residence of Song Zhenqiao is not an ordinary hospital, and its luxury looks more like a holiday villa. The four brothers of the Song family walked in front, and Song Yuzhang followed, still feeling a little uneasy.

Fabricating false identities and false names out of thin air is different from impostors. The former Song Yuzhang can play freely, but the latter is imprisoned in a certain framework, and if there is a slight mistake, his feet will be exposed. In fact, Song Yuzhang's "Song Yuzhang" I don't understand much more than those few foolish brothers.

I just don't know what the relationship between the father and son is.

How close can a father and son who have not seen each other for 20 years be?Song Yuzhang smiled indifferently, thinking that the relationship between him and his father should be similar.

"Fifth brother, go in first," Song Jincheng said, "We'll wait outside."

Do you fight alone?This is exactly what Song Yuzhang wanted. Song Yuzhang nodded slightly, turned his face away, so that they would not notice the slight uneasiness in his heart, unscrewed the door of the ward, and entered the ward calmly.

The layout of the ward was extremely luxurious as Song Yuzhang had expected. It was just a ward, and halls were halls, and rooms were rooms. The areas were clearly arranged. Song Yuzhang passed the front hall and living room before finally entering the ward.

Lying on the hospital bed was a middle-aged man with an elegant face, black beard and hair, and a ruddy complexion. He seemed to be in better spirits than Song Yuzhang, not as bad as the Song brothers described.

Song Yuzhang approached, observed the other person's face carefully, and found that he had nothing in common with this person.

Song Zhenqiao seemed to have heard the movement, his eyelids trembled, and then slowly opened.

Song Yuzhang met his eyes, and thought: "It's over, even the eyes are not the same."

Song Zhenqiao stared at him fixedly, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be numb, and after a long time, his eyes began to tremble slightly, "Yuzhang?"

Song Yuzhang stared at Song Zhenqiao, who was still handsome in middle age, and thought to himself: "Mother, this person is very good-looking, so I don't think I have insulted you."

"Yes," Song Yuzhang said smoothly, "Dad."

After Song Yuzhang called him "Dad", Song Zhenqiao was so excited that he couldn't breathe, and finally passed out unbearably. Song Yuzhang went out to explain the situation, and Song Jincheng immediately called the nurse and doctor. Song Yekang had made up his mind differently. Song Yuzhang talked a lot, seeing this situation, he couldn't help but ask him, "What did you tell Dad?"

Song Yuzhang was in a daze, at least half of the daze was true, "I didn't say anything."

Song Yekang stopped talking, thinking that maybe his father didn't expect that he could give birth to such a beautiful person, so he was frightened for a while.

Song Yuzhang muddled through this level, thinking: "Fortunately, I pretended to be that young master Song. According to the situation of this master Song, if he knows that his son has been buried in the sea, he may not be able to bear the blow and die directly. .”

That is really another merit for him.

In the police station, Meng Tingjing waited for the telegram to transmit the list of all the Peony ships. He sat in the tea room and waited boredly. For entertainment, the teacup is made of milky white porcelain, and when hot water is poured, it is exquisitely carved with a brilliance close to the color of the skin.

Meng Tingjing thought of Song Yuzhang again.

Thinking of Song Yuzhang sticking out his tongue and drinking water eagerly.

Meng Tingjing's toasting stopped, hot water gurgled down, overflowed from the cup, splashed on the trousers around his thighs, and scalded him through the trousers. drops of water.

That man is really coquettish...Baby...I learned how to be polite before I left, Brother Tingjing...Meng Tingjing recalled thoughtfully, and even pinched his fingertips...Although he also pinched his , but that was without Song Yuzhang's knowledge. When Song Yuzhang pinched him, Song Yuzhang was awake, and he was also awake, so he was clearly flirting with him!

Pretty is indeed beautiful, she just relies on her being pretty, so she has to tease anyone she meets... Meng Tingjing sneered, and put the teacup upside down on the table, with a gloomy expression on her face, feeling as if she had been subjected to some kind of insult.

"Mr. Meng, the telegram has been translated."

"Ah."

Meng Tingjing said: "Bring it in."

The list of passengers and the cargo list are together. Meng Tingjing looked at the cargo list first, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became. They are all dead.

After reading several cargo manifests, Meng Tingjing flipped through the passenger list casually. Now the police station has also gone to sea to look for them. I wonder if they can save some people or salvage some corpses.

Meng Tingjing thought about it casually, turned to the end, and saw the column of Song's surname, and her gaze slowed down involuntarily.

Song Boyuan, Song Boming, Song Chen, Song Daguo...

Meng Tingjing looked at it and wanted to laugh, and her eyes quickly slid down from those tasteless names——slid to the bottom in one swipe.

The last one is Song Xiang.

Meng Tingjing was stunned for a moment.

Soon, he turned it over a second time.

This time, he looked very carefully. After carefully checking the column of Song's surname, he also checked the rest of the surnames. After repeating this several times, he called someone to question.

"Where did this list come from?"

"It's from their steamship company."

"The list covers all the passengers on board?"

"That's not necessarily true. The list is full of departing passengers, and there may not be any who arrive on the way."

"Start, where do you start?"

"The Port of London, England."

Meng Tingjing was silent for a long time. His silence was so long that the person who answered couldn't help asking him, "Mr. Meng? Is there any problem with this list?"

Meng Tingjing raised her eyes.

The person who answered the question knew Meng Tingjing very well, and he felt chills all over his body when he saw it with his eyes, but immediately Meng Tingjing smiled at him, very gentle and affectionate, "No problem."