Song Yuzhang

"Xiaoyu, I'm really sorry, I've been deluded by a ghost, and I did such a thing."

Song Mingzhao sat in the bathtub, bewildered and ashamed.

He is a fit and slender man, sitting naked in the bathtub does not look weak, but has a strong sense of presence and a healthy and beautiful body.

Such a tall boy curled up into a ball and looked very pitiful. Song Yuzhang sat on the edge of the bathtub with his back against the wall, his palms hanging down in the water, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on Song Mingzhao's face. The water got into his eyes, and his eyes hurt a little, taking the pain as a small punishment.

Seeing his red eyes, Song Yuzhang said, "Crying?"

Song Mingzhao shook his head.

Song Yuzhang smiled, stroked the top of Song Mingzhao's head, and said softly, "Don't worry, fourth brother, it's not a big deal."

Song Yuzhang was so gentle, Song Mingzhao felt more and more sad, turned around and stretched out two long, dripping arms to hug Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, neither did Song Mingzhao. After a long time, he mustered up the courage to confess his thoughts.

"You ignored me for the past two days. I talked to you, but you were perfunctory. You always looked listless. I thought you were tired from playing with others and had no energy to deal with me. I made a mistake because I was sad. .”

Song Yuzhang stroked the back of his head, "I know, fourth brother, I don't blame you."

Song Mingzhao trembled a little, and couldn't help but want to cry.

He felt as if he had been kidnapped and manipulated by Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang made him happy, and he was happy like a dream.

He didn't know how he was controlled by a younger brother.

But Song Mingzhao had neither a way nor a thought to get rid of it, he just wanted to sink into it blindly, even if Song Yuzhang was a fire pit, he would still jump down with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

There is no way, there is no one around him who is closer to him than Song Yuzhang. It is rare that such a younger brother who fell from the sky really has the importance of a rare commodity for Song Mingzhao.

He has nothing but Song Yuzhang.

The two brothers hugged each other friendly for a while, and Song Yuzhang whispered, "Fourth Brother, you've wet my clothes."

Song Mingzhao said "Oh" in embarrassment, but he didn't let go, like a harmless little water ghost, slipping wetly into Song Yuzhang's arms.

Song Yuzhang knew that he had been wronged these two days, so he didn't say anything, he just stroked the top of his head, and his palms were also a little wet. Song Mingzhao finally felt safe in his arms.

When Song Yuzhang ignored him, his heart was full of uneasiness, and he always felt light and his feet couldn't touch the ground.

Song Mingzhao lowered his head and saw Song Yuzhang's bare feet.

This foot is the same as Song Yuzhang's hand. It is exquisite and beautiful, but it is full of masculine breath. The bones are slender and clear. It looked perfect.

Song Mingzhao thought to himself: his younger brother is so beautiful, and he is so tolerant to him, so good, he is so happy.

The two brothers officially reconciled, Song Mingzhao was happy, and Song Yuzhang also showed a smile, as if nothing had happened before, the two had supper together again, Song Mingzhao was happy, and read poems to Song Yuzhang.

His pronunciation was very standard and pleasant. Song Yuzhang listened to him with a peaceful smile on his face. It was rare and he felt a little safe.

Regarding Song Mingzhao, he didn't need to think about it or be wary at all, because Song Mingzhao wholeheartedly regarded him as a good brother, and he could control Song Mingzhao 100%.

This point, he is very sure.

The next day, Song Yuzhang went to work in the bank as usual, but when he arrived at the bank, he did not see the shadow of Liu Chuanzong, so he called someone to ask him.

The employee who came over said that he did not know where Liu Chuanzong had gone.

Song Yuzhang frowned slightly, and after thinking about it for a while, he became concerned, took the phone and called Song Zhenqiao's hospital to inquire.

The nurse in the hospital said that she didn't know who Liu Chuanzong was, but someone did visit Song Zhenqiao last night. After hearing the nurse's description, Song Yuzhang was sure that person should be Liu Chuanzong.

Song Yuzhang understood, he understood that Liu Chuanzong understood the story between him and Shen Chengduo in the car last night, and he didn't intend to hide it from Liu Chuanzong, which was also good, it saved him the effort to go to Song Zhenqiao to claim credit.

Shen Chengduo wanted to follow the "right way".

Song Yuzhang himself used to go astray in the past. He could see that Shen Chengduo had also planted a seed in his heart to become a decent person. He had ambition, could endure humiliation, and had the capital to accomplish things. All he needed was A little bit of fuel.

Song Yuzhang was willing to help him and bring him to the stage, and at the same time he was ready to charge some money.

Song Mingzhao was a bright gunfighter, and he lived up to his expectations, which attracted the people from the patrol room to greatly lower Shen Chengduo's face, and let Shen Chengduo know that not having a real decent identity is nothing but empty talk after all.

The Nie's family is mysterious and extraordinary, and it just serves as an invisible springboard. Anyway, it is impossible for Shen Chengduo to go to the Nie's family to find out the truth, so it can only be judged from the surface that there is some "special" relationship between him and the Nie's family.

As expected, the plan was flawless and extremely smooth, to the point where Song Yuzhang was a little proud.

It seems that even in a place like Haizhou, the rich still have the upper hand because of luck, without any brains.

The more Song Yuzhang thinks about it, the more complacent he is. He holds the pen and spins it at his fingertips. Just because of a carelessness, the cap of the pen flies out, and the ink brush at the tip of the pen flips him all over. A good white shirt immediately turns into a flowered shirt. , Song Yuzhang looked at the ink stains on his chest dumbfoundedly, and at the same time introspected himself again: people should not be too complacent.

While Song Yuzhang was wiping the dirt off his shirt, a phone call came, but it was Shen Chengduo who discreetly called Song Yuzhang to send someone to pick him up as instructed, saying that he had arrived near the bank and asked Song Yuzhang to come out and discuss in detail.

It's a pity that Liu Chuanzong was not there, Song Yuzhang thought about it, and he simply brought all the documents with him, and said to Shen Chengduo: "Brother Shen, let's meet at the Xiangxie coffee shop on the left side of the bank."

"Okay, then I'll go in and wait for you."

After Shen Chengduo was bailed out by Song Yuzhang last night, he still spent money to deal with it afterwards, and asked him what he was arrested for: violating Haizhou's business regulations.

Shen Chengduo always wanted to curse in his heart. Now that the government is in turmoil, laws and regulations can only come out one day. This crime is obviously a false accusation, and he can be charged on whoever he wants. Shen Chengduo was furious, and finally made up his mind .

He couldn't climb the Nie family.

In the Meng family, Meng Tingjing fucking likes to slap people in the face.

The Song family... Hey, no matter what, Song Yuzhang and him are considered friends. Besides, the Song family and the Nie family have a tendency to join forces. Why don't he take this opportunity to join in and get a share of the pie?In this way, we have truly gained a firm foothold in Haizhou, and we will no longer worry about business "violating Haizhou's business regulations" in the future.

There is no way, he has also reached this age, and it is time to make some plans for his future, and he can't just do these shady jobs in Haizhou all the time.

Shen Chengduo did not go to the meeting alone. This was a major event and involved a lot of money. He brought two trustworthy accountants. Song Yuzhang calmly handed the documents to the two old accountants and let them look through them.

Shen Chengduo said: "Damn X, I didn't sleep last night, and I wanted to find that person. Fuck, I saw a ghost, but I didn't find that person. Fuck, usually I spent a lot of money on him." The money was all fucking wasted, and when it came to the critical moment, they all hesitated and said they didn’t know, damn it, after I’m so successful, I’ll see if they dare to fool me!”

Holding the coffee, Song Yuzhang said with a faint smile, "It's all over, brother Shen, don't worry too much about it, the future will last forever."

"Hey," Shen Chengduo took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and then he almost sprayed it, "Damn it, it's a fucking traditional Chinese medicine, so bitter!"

The two accountants were conscientious, and after reading the documents, they said that it is best to take these documents back, and they will study them again.

Song Yuzhang agreed, "No problem."

Seeing his generosity, Shen Chengduo felt a little embarrassed, "Brother Song, it's not that I can't trust you. We'd better be more cautious about business matters."

"Of course," Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand, "Brother Shen, if you feel bad, please come back to me quickly. I have a lot of things to settle, and I can't delay it. Please forgive me, Brother Shen."

Shen Chengduo knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and immediately said: "Three days, I will give you an answer within three days."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "It's up to you, but I can't wait for you specially, so," Song Yuzhang leaned forward, and said sincerely: "If the deadline really comes, I will let you know secretly."

Shen Chengduo patted his thigh, "Brother Song, you are so interesting!"

The two didn't exchange much greetings. Song Yuzhang returned to the bank. As soon as he entered the bank, he saw the servant of the Song family standing in the lobby of the bank. The voice said, "Fifth Master, go to the hospital quickly, the master is dying!"

The driver drove Song Yuzhang to the hospital at high speed, and Song Yuzhang asked the driver in the car: "When did they come to notify?"

"What happened 10 minutes ago, fifth master, don't worry."

"Drive faster."

Song Yuzhang suppressed his beating heart. Doctor Xindao kept saying that Song Zhenqiao's illness was a day-to-day counting. He saw that Song Zhenqiao looked alive and kicking, how could he say that he was about to die? !

Should Liu Chuanzong pass on his deeds of persuading Shen Chengduo to Song Zhenqiao?

Damn it, the timing of this attack is too bad!

The driver parked the car at the entrance of the hospital, and Song Yuzhang immediately got out of the car and hurried to the ward. When he arrived, he found that Song Jincheng and Song Yekang had already arrived. They stood at the door of the ward with serious expressions. Seeing Song Yuzhang coming, there was no expression on their faces. Variety.

Song Yuzhang calmed down secretly, and said, "How is Dad?"

Song Jincheng said: "The doctor is inside giving first aid, let us wait outside."

"It's all first aid, what are we waiting here?" Song Yuzhang said.

Song Yekang said: "This is what Dad meant, fifth brother, don't make any trouble, just wait patiently."

Although Song Yekang said so, his mind was not calm at all.

Song Zhenqiao was ill half a year ago. He was very ill, but his condition has been considered stable. Song Yekang even thought that his father would live forever in such a lingering sick bed. Unexpectedly, it would be a fatal posture when he had an attack!

After waiting for so long, is it finally time to wait for a result?

Song Yekang kept evaluating the weight of himself and his elder brother in front of his father in his heart. At one moment, he felt that the position of Patriarch belonged to him, and at the same time, he felt that his hope was completely lost this time.

Whatever it is, the results come quickly!

The three of them stood at the door of the ward with their own concerns, after a while, Meng Sushan came from home, and then Song Mingzhao also came, he was having dinner with others, he naturally looked at Song Yuzhang first when he came over, and then said: "What's wrong with your clothes? "

Song Yuzhang looked down at the ink stains on his chest, and hurriedly said, "It's nothing."

Song Mingzhao looked at the two elder brothers, came over and stood beside Song Yuzhang quietly.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, the last person who should come - Song Qiyuan also arrived.

Song Qiyuan has always had a chic and laid-back attitude, but at this time he was no longer chic, and he seemed to be in the dust, "Where's Dad?"

"First aid inside." Song Jincheng replied as the eldest brother.

Song Qiyuan turned his face away, his eyebrows showing a little worry.

Everyone waited anxiously outside the door for an unknown amount of time, when the doctor came out from the ward, and everyone rushed forward to ask questions, but the doctor shook his head, "Mr. Song wants to meet a few young masters one by one, it's probably the last time."

The doctor's voice fell, and everyone reacted differently. Even if Song Jincheng stepped into the ward, Song Yekang watched him go in, his face was stiff, and then he turned around, and when he turned back, he was already crying, "Dad... ..."

Meng Sushan also cried.

Song Mingzhao also wanted to cry, but he was so dazed that he couldn't cry. After his hand was held by Song Yuzhang beside him, he turned his face in a daze. Song Yuzhang was watching him tenderly, so Song Mingzhao turned around and hugged him up.

Among the crowd, only Song Qiyuan didn't change his expression or movements at all, he just stood there, with anxious eyes hidden in his eyes.

After a while, Song Jincheng came out, and others came out, his face seemed to have been crying, and Song Yekang hurried in.

Meng Sushan took Song Jincheng's hand and asked him, "What did Dad say?"

Song Jincheng sobbed slightly at the tip of his nose, then turned around and hugged his wife, "Father...let me take good care of you."

Song Yuzhang heard it in his ears, his eyelashes drooped, and his heart sank a little.

In the past, he hoped that Song Zhenqiao would die sooner, but now that Song Zhenqiao was really going to die, he felt that Song Zhenqiao died too fast, and it was not the right time!

If Shen Chengduo sent a large amount of funds to the Song Family Bank, no matter what plans Song Zhenqiao had, he would have to think about it.

Forget it, how can everything in the world be calculated smoothly? No matter how good he is at planning, can he still compete with Yan Luo who is demanding his life?

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes, suppressing the churning emotions in his heart.

I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost, just wait!

After a while, Song Yekang also came out, also with tears streaming down his face.

When Song Qiyuan entered, Song Yuzhang was most worried, and his eyes were fixed on Song Qiyuan's back.

Song Qiyuan went in and came out in about two or three minutes. His expression still didn't change much, but his expression seemed to be deeper, revealing a little indifference.

Song Mingzhao was also fast in and fast out. As soon as he came out, he said to Song Yuzhang with red eyes: "Father told you to go in."

When it was finally his turn, Song Yuzhang was a little nervous as if he was posting a list. He calmed down, took a deep breath, and stepped into the ward.

Don't panic.

No matter what the result is, it is a good result for him.

There was no one else in the ward. Song Zhenqiao was lying on the hospital bed with the oxygen mask slanted on his face, exposing his mouth and nose, and his complexion was a little blue. He smiled when he saw Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang naturally showed a sad expression, "Dad."

Song Zhenqiao's lips moved, and Song Yuzhang hurriedly moved his ear to listen to him.

"... Yuzhang, Dad... I'm sorry..."

Song Zhenqiao's voice sounded weak. Song Yuzhang didn't know who his father was, and he didn't care much. He probably didn't care much about the nameless prostitute, so he responded with a unified mind and body: "Father, I don't care. Blame you."

Then, he waited with bated breath for Song Zhenqiao's next sentence.

However, there is only this sentence, and there is no more text.