Song Yuzhang

As soon as he arrived at the cotton spinning factory, Yu Feiyu was immediately arrested. Everyone told him that he was not in the factory, and the big boss became furious and smashed all the glass in the factory.

Yu Feiyu looked at the window near the top in surprise, "Isn't that good?"

"That place is too high, the big boss can't throw stones up there."

Yu Feiyu felt that it was outrageous. Meng Tingjing's temper was naturally not good. A person who could hit all over Cambridge was not a normal person. However, it seemed a little unreasonable to smash glass and get angry just because others were not in the factory.

Yu Feiyu scratched his head, "Where is he now? I'll ask."

"The big boss is gone, very angry."

"...Forget it, let me take a look at the machine first."

"The machine is fine."

Yu Feiyu was speechless for a moment, and it wasn't long before he was speechless, and he simply said, "Then I'll go first."

"Hey, you must not go—"

Everyone in the factory didn't care about 21, [-], and kidnapped Yu Feiyu in a hurry. There was only one central idea. If the big boss didn't come back, Yu Feiyu wouldn't even think about leaving.

If you don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell, wait until the big boss finishes firing at you, and then you can leave.

Yu Feiyu was forced to stay in the factory, and the workers pushed him into the office with concerted efforts.

The doors and windows in the office were all broken, which proved what everyone said. Yu Feiyu was a little baffled. He sat down inexplicably, tapped his head with his fingers, and smiled inexplicably, because he felt that everything was too inexplicable.

There is a sofa in the office, Yu Feiyu saw that someone was still standing guard at the door, as if to prevent him from running away, Yu Feiyu waved, "I won't leave, I will sleep here tonight."

Engineer Yu is still very reputable in the factory, so the guards left with peace of mind.

Yu Feiyu sat down on the sofa, shaking his head and laughing. Suddenly, he still felt puzzled. He couldn't sleep in the office because he still missed Song Yuzhang. Sitting was boring and he picked up the office chair. The hard-shell notebook and pen on the table began to draw a portrait of Song Yuzhang.

They do mechanical work, and nine out of ten are masters of painting. Yu Feiyu took a pencil and scribbled on the paper. Song Yuzhang was good-looking, but it was very difficult to draw. By killing the time in this way, until the daylight came in outside, he happened to be one-third of the painting.

What he painted was a bust. On Song Yuzhang's face, he only painted a pair of eyebrows and a pair of eyes, which were said to be the finishing touch. It took him a lot of effort to paint these eyes. After the painting, Yu Feiyu suddenly felt that the nose and There is no need to continue drawing the lips, a pair of eyes is enough for him to think of everything about Song Yuzhang.

Yu Feiyu had a slight smile on his face, not at all tired from a sleepless night.

"Mr. Yu, the big boss is back, come out quickly!"

Hearing the call, Yu Feiyu quickly tore off the drawn picture from the notebook, folded it and put it in his pocket.

Meng Tingjing came back, and she was calm and calm, except for the frosty face, there was nothing unusual, Yu Feiyu went up to him, Meng Tingjing saw him, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Boss Meng, I heard you were looking for me?" Yu Feiyu said cheerfully.

Meng Tingjing waved her hand, "Speak in the backyard."

The backyard of the cotton spinning factory is empty, with baskets installed, and it is a small basketball court. Usually, workers can play here to relax. When the weather is good, many people come to dry the quilt. With a little cold.

After the two entered the backyard, Meng Tingjing calmly said to Yu Feiyu, "I want to beat you up."

Yu Feiyu still had a smile on his face, but upon hearing this, the smile froze on his face.

The title of Cambridge boxing champion is not for naught. Yu Feiyu once saw Meng Tingjing beat a white man who was half a head taller than him until he wailed and cried for his teeth.

Yu Feiyu obviously didn't want to be beaten, so he said politely with a very reserved attitude: "Is there any room for change?"

"No."

"There must be a reason, right?"

"It's inconvenient to disclose."

Yu Feiyu had nothing to say, but he still had brains after all. After thinking about the outrageous things he did when he left the factory yesterday, he glanced at Meng Tingjing and asked tentatively, "Because of President Song?"

Yu Feiyu was punched directly on the bridge of the nose.

That punch was very restrained, at least it didn't break the bridge of his nose, but it also caused Yu Feiyu's nosebleeds. He knew that if he fought back, the consequences would be worse. He covered his nose with one hand, and when he couldn't help frowning, Meng Tingjing handed him a handkerchief, "I'm sorry."

Yu Feiyu took the handkerchief, pressed Xixilili's nose, and said softly, "It's all right, the bones are all right."

"I know."

Yu Feiyu nodded, "Are you still fighting?"

"No."

Yu Feiyu nodded again, and pointed to the bench beside the basketball court, "Go and sit there."

Meng Tingjing had exactly this intention.

In fact, he just got off Song Yuzhang's bed.

Song Yuzhang discovered the wound on his hand, and found him a gauze bandage. After the bandage was finished, Meng Tingjing carried him upstairs, and then closed his clothes and hugged him all night.

Song Yuzhang said that without Yu Feiyu, he couldn't sleep well, but the fact is that Song Yuzhang would sleep very deeply as long as there was someone around him.

It is said that others are not allowed to sleep soundly on the couch, and he, a dangerous person who walks the rivers and lakes and licks blood from the knife edge, can't sleep well by himself.

Meng Tingjing stared at Song Yuzhang's sleeping profile, thinking that if he was smart all his life, he would be so confused even if he was confused.

How could he think that Song Yuzhang is a heartless, cold-blooded animal?

Meng Tingjing hugged him, his heart gradually became clear in the darkness.

Because he thinks highly of himself.

Song Yuzhang said this, Meng Tingjing passed by without thinking about it.

He thinks highly of himself, he likes Song Yuzhang, but Song Yuzhang doesn't like him unanimously, so he instinctively classifies Song Yuzhang as a heartless and ungrateful person.

Otherwise, how could Song Yuzhang not love him?

Meng Tingjing sneered in his heart: "Self-righteous." After a while, he changed his mind again, "Deceive yourself."

Yu Feiyu stopped the bleeding with a handkerchief, "Xiao Meng, can I call you that? We're not talking about business right now."

"casual."

"Hey," Yu Feiyu sighed, "You...you are...hey, what should I say?"

Meng Ting uttered two words from his mouth coldly, "Vent out your anger."

Yu Feiyu smiled wryly, thinking that Meng Tingjing was straightforward.

That's right, Meng Tingjing never needed to pretend, he had that capital.

Yu Feiyu is not only smart, but also has a lot of research in the field of love. At this moment, when he thought about it back and forth, he suddenly realized that he was not wronged by this punch. With Meng Tingjing's temper, half of his life would have to be taken.

Yu Feiyu was thoughtful, and then had a flash of inspiration, "Did you go look for him last night?"

Meng Tingjing glanced at him sideways, and Yu Feiyu saw that he was eager to give him another punch, so he quickly waved his hand, "I don't mean anything else."

Meng Tingjing had figured it out, but it didn't mean he could face Yu Feiyu calmly. According to his true inner thoughts, it would be best to kill Yu Feiyu and let him go down to be with Nie Xueping.

However, it is unreasonable to do so. Meng Tingjing has always been not stingy with doing unreasonable things. As long as he likes, is willing, and has the ability, no one can control him anyway.

Now, someone is in charge, and that is himself.

Facing the situation of the two of them, Yu Feiyu sighed for a while, and suddenly felt happy again.

Speaking of which, he was jealous of Meng Tingjing, right?This can also be regarded as part of the relationship. Although his love is short, but "although the sparrow is small and complete", he has experienced everything that should be experienced!

Meng Tingjing looked on coldly, and found that Yu Feiyu was happy again, and said coldly in his heart: "Silly happy."

But thinking that it was such a silly person who won Song Yuzhang's favor, it can be seen how tired Song Yuzhang has been recently.

Yu Feiyu said: "If you don't want to talk to me, then I will leave."

"chat."

Yu Feiyu sighed again, wondering why he wouldn't get beaten, he thought for a while, and took out the sketch he hadn't finished drawing from his pocket.

"Look, how do I draw?"

Meng Tingjing looked over, stared at it for a while, and said, "General."

Yu Feiyu was dumbfounded, and then said: "That must not be as good as you."

Meng Tingjing is an all-rounder. Yu Feiyu has never seen Meng Tingjing do a bad job. He is not jealous of Meng Tingjing's talent. He never envies anyone. He has a small harmonious world in his heart. Happy and lively.

Meng Tingjing wanted to confiscate this portrait of Yu Feiyu, but even if he confiscated it, Yu Feiyu could still paint again. He looked indifferently at the golden sunlight shining on the sky, stood up and said, "Go and accompany him."

This is not magnanimity. He is not famous in Song Yuzhang now. He is not qualified to be magnanimous. Meng Ting meditates like a mirror. Sometimes it is painful to recognize reality, but this pain is beneficial pain. Eating hardships for nothing, there will always be sweet times in the future, but now is not the time.

Yu Feiyu returned to the Song residence, but Song Yuzhang went out. It happened that Yu Feiyu had his nose completely dealt with in the Song residence.

After waiting for a long time, before Song Yuzhang arrived, Yu Feiyu cheekily asked the servants of the Song family for food.

The servants of the Song family knew that he was the new favorite of their fifth master, so they dutifully prepared food for Yu Feiyu.

Song Yuzhang is in another Song family.

Song Qiyuan whispered to him, "Really, I'm flustered."

"What are you panicking about?" Song Yuzhang turned the teacup in his hand, "Isn't it nice that he is so quiet?"

Song Jincheng's injury was almost healed, he didn't make any noise, just hid in the room all day long, didn't talk to anyone, came out to eat when it was time to eat, and left after eating.

Seeing that he was surprisingly honest, Song Qiyuan felt relieved at first, but finally started to panic these two days.

"I heard that people will get sick after being greatly stimulated, mentally ill."

Seeing that Song Yuzhang seemed indifferent, Song Qiyuan was forced to make another family scandal, "My mother died of mental illness."

Song Yuzhang raised his eyebrows greatly.

Song Qiyuan said: "It's always been said that it's a dystocia, but it's not. After giving birth to the fourth child, she has a weak body, but the weak will not lead to death. After that, she went crazy for some reason..."

Regarding what happened many years ago, Song Qiyuan is also a little relieved when talking about it now. In the past two days, he has seen Song Jincheng behave abnormally, and he thinks that Song Mingzhao is actually similar to going crazy. Thinking about Song Yekang's behavior of shaving and becoming a monk, there is also some madness in it. The more I think about it, the more I feel scared, not only for Song Jincheng, but also for myself.

The power of heredity is very powerful, and there is no need to prove it by science, just look at the examples around you.

"In that case, your worries are not unreasonable."

Song Yuzhang pondered for a moment, "How about sending him abroad?"

"Your thoughts are the same as mine, I'm afraid that elder brother won't agree."

"Whether he is willing or not, it is up to him to decide."

Song Qiyuan sighed, "He is such an adult, I can't tie him to the plane, so I think..." Song Qiyuan hesitated, looked at Song Yuzhang, "Send him abroad personally."