Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Song Xi was stopped by Chen Fan as soon as he left the auditorium, and he brought him here directly.

Song Xunnan didn't expect to be in a coffee shop with them. Fortunately, Wen Heng didn't mention going to a coffee shop, otherwise there would be something more embarrassing than two big men watching a couple kissing in a grove.

He was very satisfied with Chen Fan's efficiency, and said, "Please call Lawyer Chen to Song Xi."

Chen Fan handed the phone to Song Xi.

Song Xi put down the coffee cup with a little force, spilling a little coffee.He took the phone and forced himself not to lose his composure: "You..."

Song Xunnan didn't intend to let him talk at all, so he interrupted directly: "Song Xi, don't you come here to bully me, if there is even a slight mistake in the house and my parents' things, your entire Song family will not even think about it." Better off."

After saying this, Song Xunnan's mood obviously improved. He ignored Song Xi's sudden stagnation of breathing, and hung up the phone directly.

Of course, Chen Fan didn't care about Song Xi's expression, he was only responsible for fulfilling his client's commission, so he unceremoniously added fuel to the fire: "Mr. Song, I hope you can think clearly, after all, going to court is very important to the Song family. Words are not a good thing. The Song family seems to be a listed company, right? I don’t know if it will affect the stock.”

How could Song Xi fail to hear Chen Fanchi/naked threat, he sneered: "No wonder he chose you."

All the same eloquent tongue.

Chen Fan's face remained unchanged: "What do you think?"

"I see, can't it be right now!" Song Xi couldn't sit still after speaking, and suddenly got up from his seat and walked out.

Chen Fan ignored Song Xi's attitude, and just reminded Song Xi politely when he passed by: "Mr. Song, I hope you will follow all my client's requests when returning it, and don't accidentally omit it. "

"Know!"

Chen Fan could hear the sound of Song Xi grinding his teeth.

===

The moonlight was dim.

The youth on the bed left a blurred figure on the wall.

He seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was a little short, and his lips were moving, as if he was talking about something.

……

Song Xunnan opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the familiar ceiling at first glance.He sat up, and it took him a while to realize that he had already moved out of the Song family.

And just now he dreamed about something from his previous life.The dream was too messy, all the pictures were like the stained glass of a church covered with layers, distorted and abstract, grotesque.

When I think about it carefully, I can't remember what it was, but the feeling of upset is still lingering.

With a "cha", the flame of the lighter flickered in the dark bedroom.

Song Xunnan took out a cigarette from the bedside and lit it, exhaled the smoke slowly, and watched it dissipate in the air.The flames reflected his sharp and flamboyant eyes, and the light spots jumped in the dark pupils.

His smoking posture is extremely familiar, with two slender fingers holding the cigarette butt, the knuckles are as clear as jade, and even the curved back of the hand is like a well-designed artwork.

Song Xunnan's 21-year-old never smokes even if he is a jerk, but 24-year-old Song Xunnan needs cigarettes to calm himself down.

The refreshing and strong flavor of mint cleared his chaotic mind.

After taking two puffs, he didn't take another puff, but held it between his fingers, quietly watching it burn.

It's only four o'clock in the morning, the days are long in summer, the east is already pale, and the whole city is shrouded in the mist of dawn, and it has not yet woken up.

The phone, which was set to silent, turned on a few times to push today's morning news. Song Xunnan glanced at it through the short bright screen.

It is nothing more than which country has economic relations with which country, which region has promulgated what laws and regulations are about to pass, but a few lines of words represent countless changes in fate behind it.

Every grain of sand that falls on a human head is a mountain.

Song Xunnan woke up and couldn't fall asleep. He put out the remaining cigarettes in the ashtray, thought for two seconds, and decided to go out for morning tea to pass the time, and then went to the hospital to have the stitches removed.

While changing shoes at the entrance, he heard the movement of the opposite door, opening and closing the door.

Song Xunnan raised his eyebrows and looked at the time on his watch. It was not yet five o'clock.

His neighbor's routine is really weird, no wonder he hasn't run into each other once since moving in.

Song Xunnan stepped into the elevator with a little curiosity about his neighbors, and smelled the faint smell of disinfectant.

It doesn't smell bad, even Song Xunnan likes it very much.Just as someone loves the smell of ink in a new book, he has had a soft spot for the smell of disinfectant since he was a child.

Did cleaning disinfect the elevator so early?

This is the time when many breakfast shops have just opened to prepare ingredients. Song Xunnan found a morning tea shop after searching for a while, and enjoyed life leisurely.

After eating the last bite of shrimp dumplings, the bad mood caused by dreaming about the previous life has all dissipated.Song Xunnan took a taxi to the hospital.

He originally planned to go directly to the lobby to register, but when he glanced at the civilization wall beside him, he thought of something out of the corner of his eye, and turned around and walked there.

The civilization wall is still the same as Song Xunnan's last visit. In the bulletin board that occupies the entire wall, Wen Heng's information is the most obvious. The man in the photo doesn't have too many expressions on his face, and his eyes are emotional.

Song Xunnan dared to interrupt the photo and it was uniformly photo-edited, and the dermabrasion made Wen Heng's already fair complexion even more abnormally white, making it look a bit abrupt.

The above information introduces Wen Heng's medical achievements, and uses a lot of rhetoric to modify his impressive achievements in neurosurgery.

Song Xunnan looked at the titles of "the youngest genius doctor", "returned professor full of reputation", "No.1 domestic neurosurgery chief surgeon", etc., and suddenly laughed out loud.

It was hard for him to imagine that Wen Heng had such a cold temper, but he was forced to admire the rainbow fart on the wall every day, and he didn't know how the other party was feeling.

Song Xunnan was in a mischievous mood, so he took pictures of all the boasting on the wall, kept them carefully, and then went to register.

It happened that Liang Zhengqiu was on duty today, he saw Song Xunnan smiling and asked a few words, then removed his stitches, and thanked him for helping the hospital solve the medical troubles.

"The last time you came, I didn't believe that you were acting bravely. I thought you were injured in a fight. I didn't expect it to be true." Liang Zhengqiu sighed, "The last time Xiao Zhou came to ask you about your injuries, I guess Director Wen asked him to come. Asked."

Song Xunnan said "hmm" and asked, "When does Doctor Wen usually go to work?"

Liang Zhengqiu: "Usually two or three times a month, but it's hard to say, sometimes there are intractable diseases that the hospital can't solve, and he will help."

Song Xunnan knew it all.

It still hurts to remove the stitches. After all, the stitches have to be picked out from the flesh without anesthesia. This is not something ordinary people can bear.Liang Zhengqiu knew that Song Xunnan could bear the pain, but he didn't know that he could bear it this way. This level was just a slight frown and then he regained his composure.

"You are too tolerant." He said casually.

Song Xunnan was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

On the way back, it happened to be working time, and the morning rush hour was jammed to death.Song Xunnan's rough car was also blocked on the road.

The building in the distance was casting the latest summer men's clothing, and Song Xunnan saw a familiar face.

Song Yuqing.

His good second brother.

Seeing the other party smile with that face that countless people admire, listening to him read the advertisement in a deep and magnetic voice, looking straight at passers-by through the screen with peachy eyes, extremely affectionate.

Song Xunnan suddenly sneered.

fraud.

He was severely deceived by Song Yuqing's appearance in his previous life.He once thought that even if the other party was watching from the sidelines, he should have feelings for his younger brother who had been with him for 20 years, but he didn't expect it to be the same.

The only time he bowed his head in his previous life was to ask Song Yuqing to help him. He really couldn't hold on anymore.

And Song Yuqing smiled at him as always, even the curvature of the corner of his mouth remained the same.He smiled and said, "Impossible."

"Third, stay at this house, isn't it good?"

He coldly and cruelly rejected Song Xunnan's request for help, and even wanted Song Xunnan to sink deeper into the swamp of the Song family, never to come out.

Liang Zhengqiu said just now that he could bear the pain, but the other party had never seen Song Xunnan, who would let everyone know about a small injury with a broken finger and blood.

It's just that I endured so much pain later that even my nerves became numb.

Song Xunnan looked at that face with cold eyes, and didn't even hear the phone ringing in his pocket. It was the driver who reminded him a few times before he came back to his senses.

"Hello?" He picked up the phone.

It was Chen Fan's voice on the other end. He said that Song Xi came to hand over the formalities today, and asked Song Xunnan if he would come.

"No, just take full responsibility and let me know when you're done." Song Xunnan hung up the phone.

The advertisement on the big screen has been changed a long time ago.

===

When Song Hengxuan was going out in the morning, he bumped into Song Xi who was going out too.

"elder brother."

Song Hengxuan nodded, looked at the stack of documents in Song Xi's hand, and asked him, "Wake up so early, what's the matter?"

Song Xi seldom gets up early, that's why Song Hengxuan asked. "..." Song Xi was silent for a while: "I'll go and transfer the ownership of the house to him."

Unlike what he said clearly, both of them knew who this "he" was referring to.

Now it was Song Hengxuan's turn to be silent, his tie hand suddenly sank to the point where he couldn't lift it, and he nodded slightly after a while: "That's it."

There was a sound upstairs, followed by footsteps.Song Xi glanced back and stepped aside.

Several servants came out holding cardboard boxes.

Song Hengxuan didn't intend to take care of it at first, but the box was not sealed with tape, and when the servant passed by, he opened it wide open, allowing him to see the familiar things that belonged to Song Xunnan.

It is a model airplane, which Song Hengxuan is not familiar with.Because that's what the two of them spelled out together.

Song Juwei and Xu Qing were too busy with work when they were young, and only the three brothers of the Song family were at home most of the time.On Song Xunnan's birthday, someone gave him a set of Lego puzzles, but he couldn't put them together well.

At that time, Song Hengxuan had already become someone else's child. Seeing Song Xunnan's clumsy movements, he laughed at him from the bottom of his heart. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to help. The two struggled for a long time to put the plane together.

"My brother and I fought together. I want to keep it on the table, so I can see it at first sight!" The little Song Xunnan raised his head at that time, looking at his elder brother with admiration.

Song Xunnan has always kept his promise, put this model on the table, and put it in an acrylic box, and kept it carefully, especially cherishing it.

But now, the well-maintained model is thrown in the corner of the box, and the bumps between actions make the parts much less.Without the acrylic decoration, this is just an ordinary worn-out toy that is about to enter the garbage recycling bin.

Song Hengxuan clenched his hands tightly, and for a moment, it was as if someone covered his mouth and nose, unable to breathe at all.

The servant was almost at the door, Song Hengxuan sternly stopped: "What is this for?"

The person who was stopped was frightened by his fierce aura, and quickly explained: "Yes..."

"I'm going to throw it away," Song Xi stood on the stairs, looking down at Song Hengxuan, with a different tone of arrogance from the past, "Anyway, he's not the Song family anymore, is he? Since the person has moved away, there's no need to keep the things Next, burn it or throw it away, it’s a matter of one word.”

"You can't throw it away," Song Hengxuan said with a stern face and his voice sank, "Put everything back."

Song Xi's dissatisfaction accumulated for many days finally reached a critical point, and he vented it regardless: "Why can't we throw it away? Song Xunnan doesn't want these things himself, why should we keep them?"

Song Hengxuan looked at Song Xi like this, and felt strange for no reason: "Xiaoxi, he is your brother."

"Then do you think of him as your brother?"

Song Xi couldn't bear it anymore. In his opinion, Song Hengxuan seemed to be trying to find trouble for Song Xunnan. He rushed over and threw the box that the servant was carrying on the ground, and the things inside rolled away. one place.

Song Hengxuan's face turned cold. He didn't expect Song Xi to talk to him like this. Just as he was about to teach him a lesson, he saw red certificates and various awards on the ground.

"...What is this?" He frowned and picked it up to look.

There is a thick pile of certificates on the ground, basically all computer-related competitions, ranging from municipal competitions to national awards.

"What is this?" Song Hengxuan asked again.

The servant whose box was knocked out replied tremblingly: "It's three...Mr. Song Xunnan's certificate, he threw it here together."

Song Hengxuan pinched the thin piece of paper, but let go as if feeling hot.The paper fluttered and fell back to the ground. The words "First Prize of Provincial Computer Competition" on it were particularly eye-catching.

"He...isn't he using the computer to play games?" Song Hengxuan murmured.

The servant was surprised and said, "Don't you know, young master? Mr. Song Xunnan's computer was modified by himself, and he used it for some software development or something like that."

Song Hengxuan didn't know, so even the gift he wanted to give Song Xunnan was a computer with excellent game performance.

Who knows that the other party doesn't need this at all.

He never asked about Song Xunnan's grades, and he didn't know what he was like at all. The only thing he knew was that Song Xunnan started clubbing and fighting in high school.

Song Xi's cell phone rang, and he hung up after looking at the name with a bad face, but when he passed by Song Hengxuan, the smile on the corner of his mouth was twisted and cheerful.

"I don't need to throw things away, I'll leave it to Big Brother to make the decision." His words were like a feather gliding, but Song Hengxuan's face changed drastically, "Brother, I'm curious, how much do you know about Song Xunnan?"

He left after saying that.

Uncle Sun stood in the corner, looked at Song Hengxuan's slightly bewildered expression, and suddenly began to feel unworthy for Song Xunnan.