Song Yuzhang

Song Jincheng had three broken ribs. Fortunately, the broken ribs did not pierce the lungs, so his life was not in danger.

Song Yuzhang sat in front of the hospital bed, admiring Song Jincheng's tragic coma, and wanted to have a cigarette.

After a while, the person he sent came back.

"The eldest young lady brought a woman and the eldest young mistress met, and the eldest young mistress passed out."

"Understood," Song Yuzhang stared thoughtfully at Song Jincheng's pale face, "Has the third young master come?"

"Third Young Master has already rushed here."

Song Yuzhang waved his hand.

It seemed that Meng Sushan couldn't bear it anymore, but with her gentle and slender, it was very likely that it would be difficult to beat Song Jincheng into this half-dead look.

Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand and slapped the unconscious Song Jincheng twice across the face.

He even forgot to slap him, and just beat him like this, which shows how ruthless he was at that time.

What does it mean to deliver it to his door?Knowing that they have separated.To make an example to others?Song Yuzhang leaned back slightly with his hands in his pockets, and smiled softly, thinking that Song Jincheng had suffered for him?

As soon as Song Qiyuan came, he saw Song Jincheng lying on the bed tightly tied up, and his eyes went dark, "What's going on? Why was the eldest brother beaten like this?!"

Song Yuzhang pointed forward with his toes, "He took a woman and was hit by his sister-in-law, who passed out, and the rest..." stretched his arms forward, "You can think for yourself."

Song Qiyuan was speechless, and after a while he said bitterly: "Brother, why can't he change it!"

Song Qiyuan sat down opposite Song Yuzhang, looking at Song Jincheng on the hospital bed with sad eyes.

It is true that this elder brother is very annoying to him, but the few brothers, dead and scattered, only Song Jincheng is left with a real kinship around him. Rare things are more expensive, and now it is this selfish The big brother who is self-interested and narrow-minded is also the only one with him.

Song Qiyuan didn't have high demands, as long as Song Jincheng lived in full, and didn't make trouble for the bank.

He thought it would be more difficult for Song Jincheng not to cause trouble, but it seems that it is more difficult for Song Jincheng to live well.

"Since you're here, third brother, I'll go first."

Song Qiyuan nodded, and when Song Yuzhang got up, he said again: "Be careful too."

Song Yuzhang said: "What?"

Song Qiyuan said: "That engineer..." He frowned slightly, "After all, he is from the Meng family. Talents are precious, but he may not be the only one. You can recruit them from other ways. Don't offend others. Meng Tingjing will do it. Too harsh."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Are you worried that Meng Tingjing will retaliate against me for poaching?"

"It's hard to say, the heart of guarding against others is indispensable."

Song Yuzhang walked around the hospital bed, walked to Song Qiyuan's side, bent down and whispered in Song Qiyuan's ear: "Don't worry, he is reluctant."

Song Qiyuan's ears itch, and he looked up at Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang's expression was magnanimous, making Song Qiyuan wonder if he heard it wrong or misunderstood.

Within two days, people from the Meng family came to the hospital and handed Song Qiyuan a newspaper.

Meng Sushan had divorced Song Jincheng in the newspaper, so she notified Song Qiyuan. Song Qiyuan was holding the newspaper, and Song Jincheng was still asleep. He swallowed his anger and said, "Is this what my sister-in-law meant, or Meng Tingjing?"

"The eldest lady and the second master both mean the same thing."

Song Qiyuan was silent for a while, then said, "Okay."

Half an hour after the Meng family left, Song Jincheng woke up.

Song Jincheng was seriously injured. He slept a lot and woke up less. As soon as he woke up, Song Qiyuan threw the newspaper on the bedside and said coldly, "Sister-in-law has divorced you in the newspaper. Are you satisfied?"

Song Jincheng didn't move for a long while, he didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or the sedative and analgesic drugs made his reaction dull.

Although Song Qiyuan cherished this elder brother, he hated iron but steel, and said in a very stern tone: "You don't know how to cherish such a good woman as sister-in-law. After playing until now, it's finally the end of the game. You are also in your thirties. Anyway, I'll call you big brother too, I really don't want to teach you a lesson, but why do you..."

Song Qiyuan didn't say any more.

Song Jincheng burst into tears, like a flood, and then he struggled to get up. He broke three ribs, and his upper body was wrapped in a gift box. How could he move? Song Qiyuan hurried to stop him. Song Jincheng struggled with Song Qiyuan , Song Qiyuan couldn't hold him down by himself, so he could only ring the bell to call the nurse.

Song Jincheng made a lot of noise, far beyond Song Qiyuan's imagination.

When Song Yekang was remarried by Nie Qingyun, although he also made troubles, Song Yekang was good at hands and feet, and he could take care of himself when he was agitated. He pretended to hang himself and wiped the table clean. Song Jincheng is now half-paralyzed. Bone-moving, blood vomited several times.

Song Qiyuan was overwhelmed and scolded: "You make such a fuss, you don't want to live anymore?!"

While Song Jincheng vomited blood, he asked Song Qiyuan angrily to push him to find Meng Sushan at Meng's house.

"I knew why today!" Song Qiyuan naturally couldn't agree to him, "You go to Meng's house, are you going to Meng's house to seek death?"

Song Qiyuan couldn't understand Song Jincheng's desperate behavior, and thought to himself why did he go there before? People took care of Song Jincheng in the hospital and asked them to recite two more Buddhist scriptures for Song Jincheng.

Song Yekang settled down in the temple in Nancheng and sent back a letter with two golden ginkgo leaves in it, saying that the ginkgo tree in the temple is spiritual, and it is wonderful that the leaves have not fallen off yet.

After reading the letter, Song Qiyuan also felt very good. The second brother has become a monk, so why not shave the eldest brother together!

Song Jincheng was ill, Song Yuzhang didn't go to visit, but took time to visit Yu Feiyu in the dormitory of the textile factory.

For Song Yuzhang's arrival, Yu Feiyu was overjoyed and ashamed at the same time. The bachelor's dormitory is really not to be seen.

"I'm so sorry, just let me know in advance when you come, I'm in a mess here."

While talking, Yu Feiyu swiftly took away the two shirts that were thrown diagonally on the sofa.

"I heard that you are sick, and you haven't recovered from the illness for several days, so I came to see you."

Song Yuzhang sat down on the sofa, "Don't be busy," he smiled, "I'm a man too."

Yu Feiyu also smiled, "How can it be the same, you are the young master."

Song Yuzhang hooked his lips noncommittally.

Yu Feiyu dragged his almost healed body and quickly cleaned the dormitory briefly. If Song Yuzhang hadn't stopped him, he would have to mop the floor.

Song Yuzhang asked Yu Feiyu to sit down on the sofa, "You are still sick, you still need to rest more."

"It's okay," Yu Feiyu said, "It's better to move more, sweat all over, and heal faster." He thought for a while, then moved his butt back, away from Song Yuzhang, and raised his arms He sniffed his arm, "It didn't smoke you, did it?"

Song Yuzhang couldn't help but lean back on the sofa, tilted his face and emphasized again: "I'm also a man."

"I know," Yu Feiyu smiled sheepishly, "Both men and women are the same, I'm afraid of abrupt beauties."

Song Yuzhang smiled lightly, and felt that Yu Feiyu's enthusiasm was straightforward and familiar, and he rushed towards him like a warm sun.

He suddenly said, "Come here, let me give you a hug."

Yu Feiyu was a little surprised. After hesitating for a while, he sat down slowly as he said. Song Yuzhang spread his arms and really hugged him in his arms.

Yu Feiyu is tall and strong, and the muscles on his back are full of elasticity and vitality like an athlete. Song Yuzhang sniffed the scent of Yu Feiyu lightly. Yu Feiyu's ears seemed to be very sharp. taste?"

"Yes," Song Yuzhang stroked his back and whispered, "Like a wild horse."

Song Yuzhang kissed Yu Feiyu.

Yu Feiyu's experience is obviously very lacking, and even though it was Song Yuzhang who he actively pursued, he seemed a little shy during the kiss.

Song Yuzhang led him and taught him how to kiss, suck, and exchange saliva.

The atmosphere in the small dormitory was getting more and more uncomfortable. Song Yuzhang sat across Yu Feiyu's arms, bowed his head and pecked his lips. Yu Feiyu put his arms around his waist and smiled at Song Yuzhang's kiss. up.

"I feel now that you seem to like me a little bit."

Song Yuzhang smiled and rubbed the bridge of his nose against Yu Feiyu's, "It's a little bit."

"Oh, then I have to work harder. It's just that I don't know where to please you. Could it be that I'm sick? Should I work harder and get sick?"

"You can try."

The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere became harmonious. Yu Feiyu tentatively kissed Song Yuzhang's lips.

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a smile, neither refusing nor responding.

Yu Feiyu tentatively kissed him a second time, this time he was bolder, kissed Song Yuzhang's lips softly and circuitously, Song Yuzhang smiled, and sank into Yu Feiyu's arms, also Kissed back.

Yu Feiyu is an all-rounder who has seen a lot and dabbled in a lot. Chatting with him will never be boring, because he knows a little about everything. He has a deck of bridge in his dormitory, and he played two games with Song Yuzhang. The play is average, and Yu Feiyu's play is even more average.

"I thought someone like you would be good at poker."

"Haha, it's just for fun, why take it so seriously, it's boring to be serious."

Song Yuzhang held a few cards in his hand, and he felt something when he heard his words, "That's right, it's just for playing, if you are too serious, you will lose the fun."

Yu Feiyu said: "Playing cards is still boring, let's go skiing together in the next year."

Song Yuzhang didn't know how to ski, but he didn't show timidity, "Okay."

Yu Feiyu was very happy that he had an appointment with Song Yuzhang again. When he was happy, his whole body would radiate happiness, and he was born to be a messenger of joy.

Song Yuzhang pushed his arm with his arm, "It's not a fish."

"Huh?" Yu Feiyu said happily.

"We don't have any special relationship now, right?" Song Yuzhang's eyes were clear.

Yu Feiyu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Are you friends?"

Song Yuzhang leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, "Kiss friend?"

Yu Feiyu was a little embarrassed, but said calmly: "I know myself, I'm just one of the people you're willing to kiss, just work harder."

Regarding the matter of being jealous, Yu Feiyu thinks that he is not qualified yet, let alone pointing out Song Yuzhang's behavior style, and from his eyes, the romantic and unrestrained Song Yuzhang also has a different kind of charm, what should I say? , It makes people want to be his "servant under the skirt".

"No need to deliver, it's cold outside."

"How can I do it, I have to work hard."

Song Yuzhang and Yu Feiyu walked out of the textile factory talking and laughing. The Song family's car was parked at the gate of the textile factory, and a black Ford was parked beside the Song family's car.

Song Yuzhang glanced at the car, patted Yu Feiyu's face lightly, and said with a smile, "Goodbye."

The leather gloves were soft and cold. Yu Feiyu touched the place on his face that he had patted, and watched the vehicle leave. He had no idea when Meng Tingjing got out of the vehicle or walked to him. When he turned around with a smile, he was startled when he saw Meng Tingjing with an expressionless face, "Xiao Meng, why are you walking so silently!"

When he realized that he had called him by the wrong name, he immediately felt a little guilty, and changed his words: "Boss Meng."

Meng Tingjing stared at him, and said indifferently: "Lovesickness?"

Yu Feiyu put down his hand and smiled brightly, "I'm cured."

"All right?"

"Okay."

Yu Feiyu didn't want to talk about his personal affairs with Meng Tingjing, "I'll go in first."

Looking at Yu Feiyu's back shaking his head and tail, Meng Tingjing realized that he didn't have much feeling for Yu Feiyu.

Even without Yu Feiyu, there would still be others.

The root is not in Yu Feiyu.

He suddenly felt itchy on his feet, and wanted to kick some of Song Yuzhang's bones. Perhaps at that time, Song Yuzhang would vomit blood like Song Jincheng, so that he could understand how painful Meng Sushan's heart was tortured by him.

Meng Tingjing closed her eyes lightly.

Now he is truly self-cultivating and cultivating his character, and there is only one goal of his efforts - no love and no hatred.