Song Yuzhang

The Song family has a lot of wine, which is the inheritance left by Song Zhenqiao anyway. Song Yuzhang didn't feel bad when he drank it, so he casually found two bottles of red wine from the cellar and opened it. "Have you eaten yet? Drinking on an empty stomach is not good."

Nie Qingyun didn't expect him to be so considerate and gentle to her at this time, and felt a little ashamed for a while.

When Song Yuzhang owed them family favors, how rude she was to him, and all the education was given to the dogs.

Song Yuzhang asked his servant to bring some snacks. He had almost eaten at the International Hotel. He heard from the servant that Nie Qingyun had waited for him for several hours, so he probably didn't have dinner.

Song Yuzhang poured some wine into the glass. The wine was dark red and had a strong aroma. He pushed the poured wine glass towards Nie Qingyun, and poured himself a half glass.

Nie Qingyun picked up the wine glass and drank it down without saying a word.

Song Yuzhang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Sister Qingyun..."

Nie Qingyun paused with her arms in the air. She took the wine bottle and poured herself a large glass of wine. She picked up the wine glass and took another two sips, and then said: "Have fun!"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "This kind of picture is very enjoyable for a while, but tomorrow you will have a headache."

"Let's just have a headache, it's rare to have such an opportunity."

Nie Qingyun recalled the days when he and his classmates drank and danced all night, and felt as if it all happened in the previous life.

She took another sip of wine before looking at Song Yuzhang, "Is that the railway engineer who wrote you a love letter just now who came back with you?"

Song Yuzhang put the wine glass on his lap, and looked at Nie Qingyun with a half-smile, "Sister Qingyun wants to check my post again?"

Nie Qingyun shook her head, "I'm not in charge of you," she drank heavily, blushing quickly on her face, "No one is in charge of anyone else, we are all on our own, we are in charge of ourselves."

Song Yuzhang looked down at the liquid in the glass, "That's a good point."

Nie Qingyun smiled, "I wanted to control you before, but I was lost. I was too sad. I didn't like Song Mingzhao. I didn't think it was enough for him to pay for my elder brother's life. I hated it in my heart. I have no place to hate it. I can only hate you." .”

Nie Qingyun took another sip of her wine, she was sitting on the sofa, her left side was slightly leaning on the armrest of the sofa, her hair was pouring out like shining, "Hey, I also know that I shouldn't hate you, but sometimes people really hate you I can't control myself."

"No——" Nie Qingyun turned to look at Song Yuzhang who was sitting on a chair beside him, "I want to drink with you and listen to you, not to listen to my complaints. Come on, please tell me."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Me? What did you say?"

"Say you are wronged, say you are sad..." Nie Qingyun shrugged his shoulders slightly, put the wine glass on his lips again, and took a big sip of the cold wine, "Say you hurt the relationship with Meng Tingjing for our Nie family. point……"

The room was quiet, the hanging clock was ticking, and Song Yuzhang sat quietly thinking about what Nie Qingyun said.

Wronged?sad?It seems that it is impossible to talk about it.

Song Yuzhang rubbed the wine glass, "Before I always thought that feelings and interests should be separated, so that I could have a clear conscience, but unfortunately later I realized that if people want to have a clear conscience, the only one who suffers is myself, I have never been a perfect person "He raised his eyes and smiled at Nie Qingyun, "In this case, let others suffer."

Nie Qingyun was a little stunned when she heard it, and she unconsciously lost her mind. After a long time, she turned her face and tried to ask: "Yuzhang, did we push you too hard..."

Song Yuzhang smiled in a low voice, his face was full of joy, and then he straightened his face, "No."

Holding the wine glass, he stood up, "I pushed myself too hard."

The richer he is, the more face and affection he has, the more burdened he is day by day, he looks forward and backward, and he almost doesn't recognize himself in his life.

Lifting his wine glass and taking a sip, Song Yuzhang turned his face away, with one hand in his pocket, the crystal chandelier reflected a slightly harsh light on the dark floor, illuminating his entire face with brilliance, he was gentle and elegant He smiled gently and said, "Sister Qingyun, do you think you owe me now?"

Nie Qingyun was a little stunned again, "I, I don't know."

The debt of favor is the most difficult to calculate, and it is best not to happen. Once it starts to get mixed up, who owes whom depends on everyone's position and ideas.

Song Yuzhang took another sip of the wine, and the wine dyed his lips a little darker, "Drinking ice loves me very much, and Ting Jing does the same."

"Drinking ice is a character that never bows to anything, so does Ting Jing."

"It's hard for any of them to take a step back."

"When I left the city that day, Yin Bing kept telling me to go back, but I refused." Song Yuzhang turned around and supported the round wooden pillar at the top of the stairs, "I'm waiting for him to beg for mercy."

Song Yuzhang turned his face slightly and smiled at Nie Qingyun, "Don't get me wrong, it's not about begging for mercy in words, but in behavior, believe it or not, even if Ting Jing didn't chase him that day, Yin Bing would obediently take the convoy back to the city ?”

"Later Ting Jing came. To be honest, I was quite surprised. Ting Jing was not as obedient as Yin Bing. He is a person who values ​​arrogance and dignity more than his life. He is actually willing to bow his head. I think he has always been a Tell others to bow their heads..."

Song Yuzhang shook his head while shaking his wine glass, "He doesn't understand me, but I understand him. For him, this is much harder than blocking a bullet for me."

Meng Tingjing can bow her head for him once, but that's all there is, a clean break, he understands what that means.

There is love, but there are too many things in this world that are more important than love.

For Meng Tingjing, yes, and for him, too.

It is true that Nie Xueping died for him, but if Nie Xueping was really asked to choose whether to live with Nie Bonian or die for him, he thought Nie Xueping would definitely choose the former without hesitation.

So what is emotion?Feelings are a momentary spark, and the shorter it is, the more brilliant it is. He has always understood this truth before, so he is constantly looking for new sparks. Nie Xueping's death disturbed his thoughts. Now it is time for him to restore the order in his world. Straightened.

"In the past, I didn't want to take advantage of people's feelings, but later I realized that I was too stubborn. When I used my feelings, to be honest," Song Yuzhang turned to Nie Qingyun and smiled lightly, "It's really easier than anything else."

Nie Qingyun pursed her lips and looked at Song Yuzhang with slightly wide eyes.

She suddenly realized that Song Yuzhang was indeed outstanding, so outstanding that it was a bit scary.

"Sister Qingyun, I think you should be thankful for Xueping. He died happily, and he doesn't have to suffer for me."

Song Yuzhang turned her face to the side, raised her wine glass and took a sip, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a beautiful arc, which made Nie Qingyun startled, she stood up and sprained her foot slightly, "Yuzhang, you..." She supported her Get off the sofa, a little drunk and dizzy.

Song Yuzhang turned his back to her and said: "Sister Qingyun, go back. If you are here to comfort me, then there is no need. I have not lived until now to make others sympathize with me."

Before the new year, Song Qiyuan made a fortune in the stock market. The money was drawn by Song Yuzhang from the bank. He returned the principal back to the treasury. He also kept some of the dollar bills he earned for use as After that, the principal of stock trading.

Song Yuzhang's fingers slid across the piles of dollar bills, the sound was crisp and loud, and there was a faint fragrance of ink.

The taste of counting money is naturally wonderful, he said: "Third brother, in fact, you don't have to pay it back in such a hurry, the more principal you have, the more confident you will be, and the more you will earn."

Song Qiyuan said: "Keeping the principal is always uneasy. When Dad used money to speculate in stocks and bonds, he also made some money in the middle. After that, his appetite became more and more serious. Gamblers have a bad mentality. I would rather be more stable. The bank has you. The bond railroads are booming, and a little help is all I need if I don't hold back."

Song Yuzhang did not expect that Song Qiyuan's current temperament would become so stable, and the bohemian Song Sanshao when they first met almost disappeared without a trace.

Song Qiyuan was somehow pushed into the car by Song Yuzhang.

"I have to go back and reconcile the accounts."

"If you don't reconcile the accounts for a day, nothing will happen." Song Yuzhang got into the car and patted Song Qiyuan's thigh. "Third brother, take a rest, we are all too tired."

Hearing what he said, Song Qiyuan suddenly felt tired.

Since Song Zhenqiao's death, he hasn't had a day of easy life. He didn't complain. He felt that his life in the past [-] years had already overdrawn his life's ease in advance. Now suffering and suffering are deserved. It's a good thing in the world. You can't let him take it all by himself.

He is tired, but he is extremely energetic every day. If he is not full, he has to take care of his brother, raise a family of servants, work in the bank, speculate in stocks... He is too busy to have time to relax.

Song Qiyuan thought that Song Yuzhang should be similar to him.

It's not his responsibility to work hard.

Song Qiyuan also patted Song Yuzhang's thigh, "Okay, let's take a good rest today."

The two went to Xiaobailou, Xiaofengxian is getting more and more popular now, there are no empty seats downstairs and upstairs, Song Yuzhang still has a big face-Xiaofengxian heard that he was coming, and asked someone to forcefully clear them downstairs Two seats are reserved, the private room upstairs is useless, each has its nobles.

Song Qiyuan and Song Yuzhang sat down under the stage, he said: "I didn't expect what Liao Tiandong said was true, Xiao Fengxian gave you face like this."

Song Yuzhang said: "He is very interesting."

Song Qiyuan peeled off a peanut, sighed softly: "It's a pity that Xiao Yuxian stopped singing, otherwise he and Xiaofengxian could be called Bailou Shuangbi."

"He's gone to live the life he wanted, so it's not bad," Song Yuzhang said, "Xiao Yuxian has gone back to his hometown, right? Where is his hometown?"

Song Qiyuan shook his head while eating peanuts, "I really don't know, I will ask the old people in the team later, they should know."

"Forget it, I'm just asking casually."

The two were chatting, the topic had nothing to do with the bank at all, they chatted lazily, and after the gong started, the two stopped talking and concentrated on listening to Xiao Fengxian's performance.

Xiao Fengxian's play is more emotional, and it is very engaging. After the singing, the whole house applauds and rewards again and again.

Song Yuzhang accepted Xiaofengxian's love, and immediately asked someone to come over to buy flowers as a gift.

Xiao Fengxian came out from the backstage, and walked downstairs to the hall in a costume.

This is considered a wonderful sight in Xiaobailou, Xiao Fengxian usually only goes upstairs to the private room to thank her, and there are no rich guests in the audience, so she does not have this blessing.

"Third Master, Fifth Master."

Xiao Fengxian bowed to the two of them, and said happily: "It's been a long time since you came to listen to my play, I thought you forgot about me."

Song Yuzhang felt relieved seeing him lively and smiling, and said with a light smile, "How can I forget Haizhou's first voice?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it, Fifth Master, you will coax me."

"So, are you happy that I coaxed you?"

Xiaofengxian pushed Song Yuzhang affectionately, Song Yuzhang grabbed his hand, and with a sudden force on his arm, Xiaofengxian let out an exclamation and then flew lightly into Song Yuzhang's arms.

There was an uproar on and off the stage.

Song Qiyuan, who was sitting next to Song Yuzhang, quickly turned his face away. Although he had praised Xiao Yuxian before, he always praised him in a serious way, not as presumptuously as Song Yuzhang.

Xiaofengxian was also a little surprised, but soon sat in Song Yuzhang's arms peacefully, her hands naturally wrapped around Song Yuzhang's neck, and said coquettishly, "Fifth Lord is really annoying."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "I hate it, why don't you go down?"

"How many people are lucky enough to sit on Fifth Master's lap. If you drag me to sit, don't try to drive me down today."

Xiao Fengxian is a playful person, she lingered in Song Yuzhang's arms for a long time, and before leaving, she kissed Song Yuzhang's face with red lips, whispered something in Song Yuzhang's ear before getting up and leaving.

After Xiao Fengxian left, Song Qiyuan patted Song Yuzhang's thigh, "What did he say?"

Song Yuzhang hooked his fingers at him, and Song Qiyuan leaned his ear towards him, and heard Song Yuzhang say: "He said he doesn't love men, but for me, he can bow down."

Song Qiyuan almost jumped up from his seat with his ears numb.

Seeing his appearance, Song Yuzhang leaned back on the chair and smiled maliciously.

"Really?" Song Yuzhang smiled, "I didn't even take it seriously, did you?"

Song Qiyuan rolled his eyes at him, "Take this as a joke."

Xiao Fengxian rested for a while, and then came out to sing the second half. After singing, Song Yuzhang gave a reward again, and Xiao Fengxian naturally came to thank him. This time the trouble was even worse than the first half. sat on his lap.

The whole Xiaobailou was buzzing like New Year's Eve, Xiao Fengxian made a big show, and some people came crazy, and personally sent Song Yuzhang out to get into the car, Song Qiyuan sat inside, the car door was wide open, Xiao Fengxian bent over to kiss He touched Song Yuzhang's cheeks, and gave him a pair of symmetrical lip marks on his face.

Song Qiyuan hid inside and pressed against the car window, feeling quite unbearable.

After the driver drove off, Song Qiyuan immediately threw the handkerchief to Song Yuzhang, "Wipe it off quickly, what does it look like!"

His tone unconsciously carried some attitude of reprimanding his brother. Song Yuzhang took the handkerchief and wiped his face. After wiping it clean, he pressed the handkerchief on Song Qiyuan's face abruptly, "Smell, does Xiao Fengxian's lipstick smell good?" ?”

Song Qiyuan was about to die of anger from him.

Song Yuzhang was a little curious when he saw his reaction, "Third brother, you are still a child, right?"

Song Qiyuan wiped his face with the back of his hand, and gave Song Yuzhang another look, "What's wrong, can't you?"

Song Yuzhang nodded slowly, "I can do it, but I'm afraid that third brother you can't."

"go--"

When the vehicle returned to Song's house, the two got off together. As soon as they entered, a servant said that Mr. Yu had come and left a letter for Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang took the letter and said "Oh".

The surname Yu is rare in Haizhou, Song Qiyuan quickly remembered, "Liu Chu said that the railway builder is pursuing you?"

"The railway repairer?" Song Yuzhang tore open the envelope and said with a smile, "He's an engineer."

"Is this true?" Song Qiyuan was shocked.

Song Yuzhang nodded leisurely, "Of course."

"He's quite interesting." Song Yuzhang took the letter and turned around and sat down on the sofa, "I'll introduce you to him some other day. This is a top talent who has studied in Moscow, England, Germany. If I have the opportunity, I would like to recruit him to me. "

"what?"

Song Qiyuan also sat down, "He... studied finance?"

Song Yuzhang shook his head, "Learning mechanics."

"Then what's the use of poaching the bank?" Song Qiyuan laughed.

Song Yuzhang unfolded the letter and slowly browsed it from top to bottom. He said lazily, "Aside from the bank, can't we do something else?"

Song Qiyuan was stunned, "Do something else?"

"A bank is a money bag. What's the point of holding the money bag and just counting the money? It's convenient for money to make money, but third brother, don't you think it's more reassuring to have some property in your hands?"

After reading the letter, Song Yuzhang threw it aside casually, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, he took a quick puff of the cigarette, looked back at the thoughtful Song Qiyuan and smiled, "We have resources and With money and talents, what can’t be done?”

"resource?"

"It's so troublesome to transport such a big mine." Song Yuzhang shook the cigarette in his hand, and the pale smoke drifted slightly. He said unhurriedly, "Why don't I help them digest it, and they don't have to ask for help. How good is it?"

Haizhou's new year flavor is getting stronger and stronger, and the bank is also dressed up. Yu Feiyu came over and saw a bright red bank and felt very friendly. When Song Yuzhang came down, he was wearing a camel coat and a navy blue suit inside. , the shirt is snow-white, the tie is the same color as the suit, and everything is impeccable from top to bottom. Yu Feiyu was amazed by him again.

"Not a fish."

Song Yuzhang greeted him with a smile.

After Yu Feiyu came back, Song Yuzhang had dinner with him twice, and met several times to discuss things. The last time we met, Song Yuzhang changed his name. Yu Feiyu was very surprised at the time, as if that name was not His so-so, stupid on the spot.

"President Song."

Yu Feiyu still called Song Yuzhang that way, because he felt that the identity of a banker was very suitable for Song Yuzhang.

The two made an appointment to go to the movies together, and they were watching a foreign movie. The most popular movie was released recently. The male and female protagonists love each other to death on the screen. Not really yawning, just half-closed eyelashes, a little drowsy.

After the movie started, Yu Feiyu said, "This is too boring, isn't it?"

Song Yuzhang walked out from the warm crowd, "It's true."

Yu Feiyu scratched his head, "Sorry, I thought you would like it."

"Me?" Song Yuzhang glanced at him, "Do you think I will like these love stories?"

Yu Feiyu was a little surprised, because Song Yuzhang's tone was cold and smiling, which sounded a bit contemptuous.

"Uh, I don't know," Yu Feiyu lifted his coat slightly with his hand inserted in it, and he looked at Song Yuzhang generously, "To be honest, I don't know you very well, President Song."

"That's as it should be."

Song Yuzhang walked forward slowly, "Because I didn't give you a chance to know me."

Yu Feiyu followed behind him, noticing that the white wrist exposed between his coat and gloves was dazzlingly white, and at the same time admitted that he was fascinated by Song Yuzhang.

A person with the appearance and temperament of his dream lover is enough to attract him, if it is more mysterious, it will be even more serious.

Yu Feiyu felt that he had fallen in love completely, and was head down, almost suffocating.

"President Song, are you going to the theater again?"

Yu Feiyu put his hands on the side of the car door, bent down and asked.

"Yes," Song Yuzhang smiled, "Xiao Fengxian reserved a seat for me."

Song Yuzhang praised Xiaofengxian, and now he has gained fame in Haizhou again. Yu Feiyu is not too surprised or disgusted by this. He has seen a lot abroad, and being an actor is not a great deed, as long as he does not kill people and set fires It's nothing, some serial killers abroad are still sought after by some people.

Yu Feiyu said, "Can you take me with you?"

Song Yuzhang put two fingers on his face, smiled at Yu Feiyu for a while, and then swung his two fingers into the car, "Come up."

As soon as Song Yuzhang arrived in the elegant room, Xiao Fengxian came over upon hearing the news. He hadn't fully dressed up, but his face was still a delicate and lovely young man. When he saw Song Yuzhang, he threw himself into his arms first, "Fifth Master, I miss you so much." .”

Song Yuzhang patted his shoulder with one hand, "Let me introduce you, Master Yu."

When Xiao Fengxian turned her head and saw a tall Yu Feiyu, she smiled and said, "Master Yu."

Yu Feiyu was not used to it, he scratched his nose, "Just call me Mr. Yu."

Xiao Fengxian immediately changed her words, "Okay, Mr. Yu."

The two sat down, and Xiao Fengxian sat directly in Song Yuzhang's arms again, talking to Song Yuzhang coquettishly, Song Yuzhang responded with a smile, and Xiao Fengxian kissed him on the cheek again before leaving.

Yu Feiyu kept watching, and after Xiao Fengxian left, his gaze was still on Song Yuzhang's face.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yuzhang said lazily.

Yu Feiyu hesitated again and again, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Song Yuzhang glanced at him, "Feiyu, just speak up."

Yu Feiyu didn't say a word, and after waiting for a while, he put his arm on the coffee table, moved slightly closer to Song Yuzhang's direction, and lowered his voice, "Do you like this type?"

Song Yuzhang also put his arm on the coffee table, which was at the same level as Yu Feiyu's. He leaned over slightly and said in a low voice, "I like whatever makes me happy."

Yu Feiyu turned his eyes slightly, and saw Song Yuzhang's lips. The lines on the lips were very light, the curves were beautiful and cold, but the plump lips neutralized the sharpness.

Yu Feiyu smiled, "You always smile when you see me, are you happy?"

Song Yuzhang really smiled, the line of his lips rose and changed gracefully, "Happy, but not happy enough."

"So how can I try?"

Song Yuzhang withdrew his arms, leaned back on the chair lazily, raised his legs, and crossed his hands under his stomach, "It's up to you to figure it out."

Yu Feiyu felt that Song Yuzhang was quite contradictory, as if he was constantly changing, and sometimes two completely opposite characteristics would appear on him at the same time, making people lose their way in the ecstasy formation.

Yu Feiyu wasn't in the mood to listen to the play, and just went to see Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang can be regarded as a still picture, it is a meticulous painting, meticulous, precise, and extremely calm, otherwise it really cannot outline this completely cold temperament.

However, when he moved his eyelashes slightly, or raised his lips, the gentleness like flowing water and silver moon spread to the whole space, making people soften their minds afterward.

Yu Feiyu's love usually dies the sooner the more he contacts with people, but this time it is completely the opposite. The longer he has been in contact with Song Yuzhang, he finds that he is becoming more and more fascinated by Song Yuzhang.

After Xiao Fengxian sang, she acted like a baby to Song Yuzhang again, but Song Yuzhang refused when her lips came closer, "Kiss me and I blush."

Xiao Fengxian said angrily: "I hate it, last time I said it was delicious."

Song Yuzhang said: "Don't believe what men say."

Xiao Fengxian smiled happily, "Fifth Master, you are really interesting, I like that you are interesting."

Song Yuzhang seemed to look at him in surprise, "Don't you like my good looks?"

Xiaofengxian sat in his arms and laughed tremblingly. Song Yuzhang turned to look at Yu Feiyu, "Look, he knows how to kiss me to make me happy, why don't you know?"

Xiao Fengxian looked at Yu Feiyu, a look of surprise flashed in Yu Feiyu's eyes, and then he showed a rare look of embarrassment.

Xiao Fengxian grinned, "Master Yu, Master Wu's face is not just kissed casually, if you don't kiss me, I can kiss you?"

As Xiao Fengxian said, she really kissed Song Yuzhang on the left cheek.

A mark of red lips immediately appeared on Song Yuzhang's handsome face.

Yu Feiyu leaned over hesitantly, and touched Song Yuzhang's superficial lips on the right cheek, almost without feeling anything.

Xiao Fengxian laughed so hard that her branches trembled, "Master Yu, you are also called relatives?"

Song Yuzhang stroked Xiao Fengxian's back, "That's right, come on, let's show him what a real kiss is."

Yu Feiyu stared at Xiaofengxian in a daze, and put her red lips on Song Yuzhang's mouth.

Xiaofengxian is a kisser, Song Yuzhang and him are rivals in chess, Yu Feiyu only saw their tongues sticking together pink and then separated, bringing out a little moist taste, he stared dumbfounded, waiting for the two to kiss each other After finishing, Song Yuzhang's lips were already bright red, and he looked at Yu Feiyu vaguely, "Have you seen it?"

Yu Feiyu is not an ignorant person, and the atmosphere abroad is much more open than in China. Even so, he was also a little frightened by Song Yuzhang. He felt that Song Yuzhang's tongue was bright red, like a man-eating ghost.

Xiao Fengxian went down, Song Yuzhang took out a handkerchief to wipe the smear on his mouth, Yu Feiyu looked at him blankly, and suddenly said: "You don't seem very happy either."

Song Yuzhang wiped his mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Oh? Why do you see that?"

"I can't tell, it's just a gut feeling."

"Intuition? I thought a woman's intuition would work."

"I hope my intuition doesn't work, too."

Song Yuzhang went to wipe the red marks on his face again, "Your intuition is very effective. I just think he is very funny. In fact, I like men who are more powerful and tall now."

Yu Feiyu said: "But I think you don't seem to like me either."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "It's hard to please me," he raised his eyebrows and looked over, his black eyes were black, "Maybe you have to risk your life."

Yu Feiyu went back to the cotton spinning factory - he lived in the dormitory there, feeling a little dizzy and light-headed, he had never fallen in love with someone so quickly in such a short period of time, it was like being pushed from the air When it comes down, it is generally weightless in all directions, and the weightlessness is so severe that it almost means the world is spinning.

Yu Feiyu lay on the bed for a long time, and the next day he really had a fever, which was quite severe. He is a very important person, and someone in the factory immediately called for a doctor for him and reported it to Meng Tingjing.

Meng Tingjing said, "Did you call for a doctor?"

"Please, I have invited a foreign doctor."

"What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said it was just a cold and a fever."

"Understood." Meng Tingjing was holding a book in his hand. This book was an orphan. He read half of it. "Send someone to take good care of him."

"Yes."

The subordinate was about to leave, Meng Tingjing glanced over, somehow happened to see the man smiling.

"why are you laughing?"

Meng Tingjing is not a master who can make people laugh secretly. He knows very well in his heart that he feels very uncomfortable with this inexplicable smile.

The man was startled by his cold tone, quickly restrained his smile, and replied honestly: "Yes... Mr. Yu's words are funny."

"Speaking funny?"

"The doctor came to see him. Mr. Yu said he didn't need to see him. He knew what disease he had..." The man couldn't help but wanted to laugh again, "He said it was lovesickness..."

Meng Tingjing was holding the scroll in his hand, and the rocking chair under him was as frozen as motionless. The man was still smiling at first, but when he smiled, he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He was in the factory, so he rarely came to Meng's house. Once there, I didn’t know what happened in Meng’s house. The servants of Meng’s house were as dumb as they were, because if they leaked out, they might be poisoned and dumb. The two stocks are at war.

"roll."

The voice was very soft, but it still scared the man and ran away.

Suddenly there was a "tear" sound in his hand, and Meng Tingjing lowered his head, only to realize that a page of the delicate and rare book had been torn by his hand, and when he took a closer look, he was tearing the word "forbearance" in half .

"Snapped--"

The book was thrown on the table.

Meng Tingjing stood up, turned her head and walked into the house.

The tea in the room was cold. Meng Tingjing poured a cup and sipped it slowly. After drinking a cup, he poured another cup for himself. At this moment, someone came in again, "Second Lord, something happened."

Meng Tingjing said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Meng Tingjing didn't get a response for a while, and splashed the cold tea in his hand on the person's feet with a "swish", and the person seemed to be whipped, and said nervously and quickly: "The eldest uncle was making clothes for Zhang Wuyun, and was caught by the eldest lady. Yes, the young lady fainted."

Song Jincheng has recently made a fortune in stocks, and as soon as he has more money, he wants to try to restore the value of the Song family's eldest son, one of which is to raise a small mansion.

He never expected to run into Meng Sushan. He is quite traditional in his heart. He never dotes on his concubine or kills his wife. He specially chose the master who Meng Sushan doesn't often go to. How could he know that the master who Meng Sushan often made clothes would go back to his hometown to visit relatives? Go, come and go and bump into each other.

Zhang Wuyun was nineteen years old, a new little star, he became popular quickly, and had a big temper. When he saw Song Jincheng throwing her away to coax his wife, he became annoyed and went up to quarrel with Song Jincheng. Her voice was shrill and high, and Song Jincheng couldn't get rid of it. , and scolded her in a low voice, the two quarreled, and Meng Sushan passed out.

When Meng Tingjing entered the small courtyard, Meng Sushan had already woken up, but her face was pale. Song Jincheng sat on her bedside and softly apologized. Again no.

"Sushan, you know me. You will always be the first in my heart. Don't worry, I will definitely want her to look good when I go back. Don't be angry. You are not in good health. Don't be angry. We have been husband and wife for so many years. Once you get sick , how can I bear it..."

As Song Jincheng was talking, he turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and smiled apologetically, "Ting Jing, you're here, hey, the family affairs of our husband and wife have alarmed you, really... "

Meng Tingjing looked at Song Jincheng quietly with his hands behind his back.

Song Jincheng felt a little guilty when he looked at him - just a little bit, Meng Tingjing is also a man, so he should be able to understand him.

Meng Tingjing looked away and looked at Meng Sushan who was half lying on the bed.

Meng Sushan raised her eyes, and there were tears in them.

Meng Tingjing turned her face away, and Song Jincheng made another accusation, "It's all my fault..."

After saying this, Song Jincheng was kicked out.

It's hard to say how hard Meng Tingjing used this kick. Song Jin flew two or three meters away, and then fell to the ground, vomiting blood one after another.

The hall was so silent that even the sound of breathing was held.

Meng Tingjing turned her face away, looked at Meng Sushan who was completely stunned, and said slowly: "Do you still want to love such a thing?"

When Song Yuzhang returned to Song Zhai, he saw in the car a black vehicle with a familiar license plate number at the entrance of Song Zhai. The people in the black vehicle also got out of the car, and quickly ran to the trunk, opened the trunk, and the two walked back and forth. He dragged out a person and threw it on the ground, then got in the car and left.

Song Yuzhang got out of the car and saw Song Jincheng whose chest was soaked in blood.