Song Yuzhang

"I heard from Yekang that you worked hard in the bank?" Song Zhenqiao said with a loving face.

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Second brother is trying to make you happy."

Song Zhenqiao said: "How can he coax me, I have already stepped into the coffin with one foot, no one is bothering to talk to me, a sick old man, come on, Yuzhang, sit down and talk about what you learned in the bank something happened."

Song Yuzhang sat down, and slowly told Song Zhenqiao about the knowledge and skills he had learned from Liu Chuanzong during these days. As usual, there was no concealment. Of course, Song Zhenqiao would know his movements from Liu Chuanzong, and he also wanted to use this to test Song Zhenqiao's attitude and see what Song Zhenqiao's plans were for his youngest son.

Song Zhenqiao seemed to be listening carefully at first, but then slowly closed his eyes.

Song Yuzhang suspected that he had fallen asleep, his voice gradually became quieter, and he called "Dad" softly?

Song Zhenqiao didn't answer, and fell asleep peacefully.

Song Yuzhang left the ward after standing still for a while. He closed the door and called the nurse to ask. The nurse said the same thing. Song Zhenqiao's illness was like a time bomb. No one knew when it would explode.

After Song Yuzhang left, he returned to Nie Bonian's ward.

When there were more people in the ward, it naturally became more lively. Song Yuzhang opened the door and went in. He heard Song Yekang teasing Nie Bonian with a joke. Nie Bonian's laughter was small and a little listless.

"Bonian is tired, brother, why don't we go first?"

"Want to sleep?"

"Ah."

After a brief commotion inside, the three of them came out. Song Yuzhang at the door turned sideways and said with a smile, "Bonian is asleep?"

Nie Qingyun looked at Nie Xueping, Nie Xueping said: "Sleeping."

Song Yuzhang nodded, "Then I won't go in."

Song Yekang said: "Have you seen Dad? He seems to be in good spirits today. Since you came back, he seems to have cheered up a lot."

"Really? That's not in vain for me to risk my life and return to China." Song Yuzhang joked.

The four of them were going back and forth from where, but when they reached the door, Nie Qingyun said that he would take the eldest brother's car back. Nie Xueping nodded in agreement, and Song Yekang didn't have any objections. Brothers and sisters got into the car separately, and the two cars were side by side. The car window was rolled down, Nie Qingyun heartily waved goodbye to the two Song brothers, Song Yekang also waved to him from the side outside the window, Song Yuzhang leaned forward slightly, showing half a beautiful and smiling side face.

When the vehicle was moving forward, Nie Qingyun said with emotion: "The fifth brother of the Song family is really beautiful, don't you think so?"

Nie Xueping didn't answer, and said, "People always talk about how good-looking they are."

Nie Qingyun smiled and said: "Brother, you are too rigid, but a few compliments don't mean that he is ugly."

Nie Xueping looked out the car window, meaning that she didn't want to discuss with her any more.

Nie Qingyun told Song Yekang that their brother and sister were not close, but they were actually on good terms with the two elder brothers. He became playful for a while, imitating Nie Bonian's children's temperament, and forced him to ask: "Brother, what do you say, the fifth son of the Song family?" Isn't it handsome?"

She chirped and asked a few words in the car, Nie Xueping finally turned her face and glanced over, Nie Qingyun stopped and made a pouted expression.

Song Mingzhao was playing ball at home. When he saw the car coming in, he turned his wrist and put away the racket. He looked over and saw Song Yekang and Song Yuzhang getting out of the car talking and laughing.

"Fourth, are you back?" Song Yekang stood still and waved to Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao threw the tennis ball in his hand on the lawn and held it in his hand again, raised his smile and said, "Yes, second brother, you are just done with your work." He looked at Song Yuzhang again, "Fifth, why did you come back today? It's so early, did you go out to play with your second brother?"

Song Yekang replied for Song Yuzhang: "Lao Wu doesn't have so much time to play around like you. Bonian is sick. I went to see him with Qingyun. Qingyun said that Bonian missed Lao Wu, so he asked Lao Wu to go with him. Yes, you are going too fast, or else I can take you with me."

Song Mingzhao felt an unbearable pain as if poison had been quenched in his heart. He squeezed the tennis ball in his palm and said, "Really, I and the Nie family are not as close as the second brother, and there is nothing to talk about when we meet."

Song Yekang never took this idiot fourth brother seriously. Song Mingzhao didn't save him face on the racecourse, so he made Song Mingzhao feel uncomfortable right now.

This is the usual style among the Song family brothers, but Song Mingzhao usually has no luck to enjoy it - no one looks down on him, and he doesn't even bother to run on him.

Song Yekang turned his face away again, and said a few words to Song Yuzhang in a low voice. The content was nothing special, mainly for Song Mingzhao to read.

Song Yekang felt that Song Mingzhao's desire to monopolize Song Yuzhang was both ridiculous and naive.

Even a piece of trash has aura?

Song Yekang left in a cool way, leaving Song Mingzhao staring at Song Yuzhang holding a tennis ball. Song Yuzhang smiled at him. Song Mingzhao threw the tennis ball and racket on the lawn and turned away. Song Yuzhang hurriedly chased after him and took his hand .

"Fourth brother."

Song Mingzhao shook off his hands, took off his gloves as he walked, and threw them on the ground, while Song Yuzhang followed him to pick them up.

Song Mingzhao ran upstairs all the way, and Song Yuzhang followed him unhurriedly, all the way to Song Mingzhao's door. As soon as he entered the door, he was entangled by Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao was riding a horse and playing ball today, basking in the sun uninterruptedly for a long time. At this time, the steaming head and face were burning into Song Yuzhang's neck.

"Fourth brother..."

Song Yuzhang put his arms around Song Mingzhao's waist, and said softly: "Second brother was joking with you, are you angry?"

Song Mingzhao sniffed Song Yuzhang's scent, and was so angry that he couldn't even smile on his face. He said angrily, "You're busy, I won't make trouble for you. As for you, you would rather go to see idlers than go home to see me when you are free!"

"That's not the case. Didn't you hear what the second brother said? He and Sister Qingyun called me..."

Song Mingzhao raised his face, his face was even redder and uglier than the sick Nie Bonian, "Then why didn't you ask me to go too!"

Song Yuzhang's hands were hanging down, and Song Mingzhao tied them in his arms, like a fresh and clean bouquet. He smiled and said, "Didn't you say that you have nothing to say with the Nie family?"

Song Mingzhao became even angrier after being teased by him, but this anger was different from the anger towards Song Yekang just now. When he was angry with Song Yuzhang, he wanted to make him bite him and roll on him. When he was angry with Song Yekang, he just wanted to give Song Yekang kicked.

Song Mingzhao bit Song Yuzhang's shoulder through his shirt. He didn't bite hard, but acted coquettishly to vent his anger. After Song Yuzhang was bitten twice, he hugged him back.

Song Yuzhang's hug was very gentle and strong, which immediately stopped Song Mingzhao's gnawing movements. Song Mingzhao turned his face, looked at his quiet side face, and murmured: "Xiaoyu..."

Song Yuzhang stroked his back gently.

Song Mingzhao loves sports and has a very healthy body. There is a row of straight big bones on his back, and his muscles are strong and elastic. He looks like a wild horse. He is as cute and lively as a wild horse, and has a small temper like a wild horse.

Song Yuzhang treated him as a small dessert that was easily available, and chatted about the serious time with a little taste.

After the frolic ended, the two sat on the sofa and talked peacefully. Song Mingzhao clearly explained Song Yekang's malice to Song Yuzhang just now, and he sneered disdainfully, "He did it on purpose, just to make me angry, to make me angry. Bicker with you."

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "Fourth brother, you are a smart man, why do you want to be fooled by him?"

Song Mingzhao said nonchalantly: "It's just such a trick, call it his mental calculation."

"It turns out that the fourth brother was just pretending." Song Yuzhang joked.

Song Mingzhao looked at him, his eyes were lively and moving, he jumped on him and had another quarrel with Song Yuzhang crazily. After the quarrel was over, he was beaming and made an inscrutable look, "Bite you twice, I will teach you a lesson .”

Song Mingzhao half leaned in Song Yuzhang's arms, pinched his hand and asked, "You went to the hospital, have you seen your father?"

"See you."

"What did you say?"

"Dad asked me something about the bank."

Song Mingzhao separated and closed his fingers, he sighed deeply, looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and murmured: "Dad really values ​​you."

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and said, "Fourth brother, do you want to enter the bank?"

Song Mingzhao said: "It's up to me to think about it. If Dad doesn't nod, no one will touch the bank."

Song Yuzhang pondered for a while, thinking how could Song Zhenqiao, who had everything in his hands, favor this illegitimate child so much?He admits that he is very likable, but not to this point, this is a bank after all.

Song Mingzhao sat up while he was meditating, hooked Song Yuzhang's shoulder with one hand, leaned into his ear and said, "Xiaoyu, do you want a bank?"

Song Yuzhang's heart moved slightly, and his eyes slowly fell on Song Mingzhao's face.

Song Mingzhao's gaze was filled with gentle temptation, "Xiaoyu, isn't it?"

"Ambition" can't be really hidden, or no matter how well it is hidden, it will always be noticed. If Song Yuzhang is the real fifth young master of the Song family, then he doesn't mind keeping a low profile and gradually reaching his goal. Purpose.

But the problem is that his status is limited.

Once Nie Yinbing returns, even if he can deny it in every possible way, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Not to mention the unpredictable Song Qiyuan.

I can only give it a go.

If you don't enter the tiger's lair, how can you get a tiger's cub, if you don't take risks and be radical, how can you get what you want?

He wants to be "Song Yuzhang", and everyone knows that he is a fake and can only recognize him as the real "Song Yuzhang".

To achieve this goal, and within the limit time, he needs help.

Song Mingzhao is a marginal figure in the entire Song family, he is a useless chess piece that was abandoned and exiled.

"Well," Song Yuzhang gently pinched Song Mingzhao's cheeks, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, I want the bank at home."

Song Mingzhao's complexion changed slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "You really do what the second brother said, the picture is not small!"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Are you disappointed?"

Song Mingzhao shot a stern light in his eyes. He looked at Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang lowered his head slightly, his forehead was fair without any blemishes, his eyebrows were black and slender, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and there were faint shadows hidden inside, which made him look a little melancholy color.

Song Mingzhao also stroked his cheek, and pressed his forehead against Song Yuzhang's. He whispered: "Who wouldn't want to, daddy likes you, you have the qualifications, you are not inferior to them, go fight with them, fight to lose If you win, I will accompany you."

Song Yuzhang hugged Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao felt a kind of intimacy and pity in the breath of the two hugging each other.

He is an unloved son, and Song Yuzhang is a bastard living outside.

Who can rely on whom? They can only rely on each other like this.

Song Mingzhao and Ai Lian were lonely and brave, "Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will help you!"

Song Yuzhang leaned on his shoulder, looked leisurely at the sunset outside the window, and said emotionally, "Thank you, fourth brother."