Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

"Today is July 7th at 4:[-] am, welcome to the daily morning broadcast, I am your friend Aleigh..."

The driver, Lao Wang, looked in the rearview mirror and found that Song Hengxuan was checking the relevant information of today's meeting with a tablet, so he turned off the radio, changed to a soothing soft music, and lowered the volume.

The car left the cold air, and the outside was as hot as a steamer.

Driving on the road was a bit slow, Song Hengxuan urged while reading the documents: "Hurry up."

He has an important board meeting in the morning and needs to prepare in advance.

It stands to reason that there is no major problem with the regular meeting, so there is no need to pay so much attention to it. However, the Song family's main real estate business has been very difficult due to the tightening of policies in recent years, and it seems to be eating its money.The fields such as biopharmaceuticals and artificial intelligence that are expanding outward are indeed making money, but Jiang Na has recently attacked them, causing the business to repeatedly hit the wall.

Some people even found out the relationship between Song Xunnan and the Song family, and wanted to sell Song Xunnan a favor, so they made some tricks.It wasn't painful at first, but it added up enough to make people uncomfortable.

Song Hengxuan's eyes were blue and black. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest these days and kept spinning.

Originally, the board of directors was quite critical of them, but something happened to Song Xi on the cusp of the storm. Although he was not intentional and was a victim, the stock of the Song family was turbulent for a while amidst the condemnation on the Internet.Song Juwei blamed Song Xi for the first time because of this incident, and the atmosphere at home was a little tense.

Unfortunately, the sky failed, and there was a traffic jam on the road.

The driver, Old Wang, muttered: "Could there be another car accident?"

Song Hengxuan simply put down the tablet to let himself rest for a while, and asked him, "Have you been in a car accident before?"

"You don't know?" Old Wang asked in surprise, and knowing that he had slipped his words, he faltered in Song Hengxuan's gaze.

"What's going on?" Song Hengxuan frowned in dissatisfaction. What he hated most was that someone was hesitating and couldn't count.

Old Wang has been with Song Hengxuan for so many years, and the young master understands his temperament more or less in his heart, and knows that he should not hide it at this time: "Song Xunnan had a car accident a few days ago, and the hospital called Song's house."

Song Hengxuan's eyes that were originally outside looked at Lao Wang instantly: "Why don't I know?"

Something happened to Song Xunnan?Why don't you know anything?

Lao Wang swallowed: "You were not there at the time, and the call was connected by the newly recruited servant at home."

"Resign," Song Hengxuan gripped the front seat tightly, his voice unsteady, "How is he...?"

Old Wang: "I'm not too sure about this, the housekeeper should know."

Song Hengxuan immediately called the housekeeper. Uncle Sun went for a physical examination not long ago and found out that there is something wrong with his health. He has already resigned and returned to his hometown.This butler is new.After confirming that Song Xunnan only had a concussion, the dark clouds on his face visible to the naked eye dispersed.

Old Wang didn't expect Song Hengxuan to care about Song Xunnan: "Then, are you going to see it today?"

At this time, the secretary called. Song Hengxuan hung up after listening to it a few times, held the phone in silence for a while, and said, "I have something else to do, so I won't go. I will arrange for the secretary to visit."

Old Wang was not surprised to hear this answer. After all, Song Hengxuan had asked his secretary to do it for him before, and he was always very busy.

It was because he saw Mr. Song so angry just now that he thought that the other party would care about Song Xunnan very much.Old Wang thought, if his wife and children were involved in a car accident, he would only send a secretary who could not be dealt with, and the other party would argue to divorce him.

He couldn't figure out how rich people behaved.

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The new housekeeper did not expect that Song Hengxuan would call and ask him about Song Xunnan. He had heard a lot of rumors before, and he decided in his heart that Song Xunnan was an ungrateful white-eyed wolf. The Song family provided him with food and drinks. What a pity. he?In the end, he was not only ungrateful, but also disrespectful to Song Juwei, playing a trick on everyone and causing the Song family to be ridiculed.

But Song Hengxuan's phone call just now was directed at him to blame him.

The butler couldn't make up his mind, so he gritted his teeth and made a risky decision, calling the Second Young Master, Song Yuqing.

What if Song Yuqing's attitude towards Song Xunnan is not clear?In the eyes of the young master, if he didn't report it, there might be a turning point. If the second young master found out, he wouldn't know how to torture others.

What he didn't know was that Song Hengxuan had already resigned him, so he was about to go through the process.

The phone rang several times before it was connected. Song Yuqing was filming in a closed crew, and it was deep in the mountains and forests, so the signal was inevitably bad.

"What can I do?" Song Yuqing's manager, Zhao Qian, connected the call. He was swinging a fan to beat the mosquitoes. The mosquitoes in the mountains were big and bit people covered in red envelopes.

After listening to a few words, he frowned and said, "Okay, I see, please trouble the housekeeper."

After hanging up, Zhao Qian snorted, and didn't know what the butler was thinking, what happened to Song Yuqing, the abandoned son of the Song family?Why don't you just call and let me know?

When Song Yuqing is in the show, tell Song Yuqing about this as a joke.

The costumes and costumes were already soaked in sweat. Someone next to Song Yuqing handed him iced sour plum soup, some blew it with a small electric fan, and there was a parasol behind him.

He lowered his eyes and listened to Zhao Qian's talk for a long time, then suddenly smiled: "Do you think he deserves it?"

"Ah?" Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, "Who?"

Song Yuqing didn't intend to give him an answer, but watched the second female lead in the play walking towards him.

"Brother, you drink some iced milk tea. I asked my assistant to run away for a long time before I bought it." The second female said coquettishly. down, pale.

Song Yuqing stretched out his hand to take it, and naturally noticed that the second female number scratched his palm lightly.

Song Yuqing was rich, beautiful, and backed. Even if the industry had a bad reputation and was not shy, there were still a lot of people who sent them up, just for a chance to go up.

The crew had already taken it for granted. Anyway, Song Yuqing had a big background and many methods, so it was impossible for the news to leak out.

The woman naturally came to hook up with Song Yuqing because she knew about these rumors, and she was also confident that Song Yuqing would not reject her, so when Song Yuqing took the milk tea, smiled and grabbed her hand to bring him into her arms, the woman's face was full of excitement. Laughing, but a little disdainful in my heart.

Song Yuqing was just as good at being bitten by her as soon as he hooked him.

Hope the camera in the corner catches this scene.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, severe pain came from the wrist that was being pulled, her expression changed, she pulled back hard but did not twitch, and looked at Song Yuqing in surprise: "You, Brother Yuqing?"

"Ah, I'm sorry," Song Yuqing seemed to have just recovered, let go of that hand, and threw the milk tea into the trash can, "I don't like it being delivered to my door."

The woman was brushed off in public and ridiculed in this way, she could feel the mocking eyes on her, bit her lower lip hard, and raised her hand.

"You want to hit me?" Song Yuqing's venomous and cold gaze rested on the woman's face, and he paused every word.

The woman's raised hand trembled, but in the end she didn't dare to drop it, and she clenched her fist and ran away crying.

Song Yuqing didn't even look at her, turned around and went into the dressing room.

Zhao Qian looked at his back.I have been by Song Yuqing's side for many years, and I can tell at a glance that something is wrong with him.

what happened?It was fine just now.

Do you really think that phone call won't work?

Zhao Qian couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it.

Before he could figure it out, it finally rained in the mountains after a sweltering day.

The director quickly called everyone together: "Hurry up! Film the rain curtain scene now! Ah Qing, are you ready?"

Song Yuqing stood in the shadow of the corner: "Okay."

The crew's play "The Plan to Control the World" is adapted from a book about the male protagonist's ruthless but devoted to the country's strategy.

In this scene, the villain played by Song Yuqing, Ji Wenyao, chases the male protagonist in the rain, and finally realizes that everything is a game when the revenge is about to be avenged, and even his own tragedy is a planned plan. In the end, he couldn't accept the result and jumped died on the cliff.

Dressed in red, he wiped the water from his face in the torrential rain, whether it was rain or tears, and read the lines he had memorized long ago to the hero.

"Li Ji, you say that I am heinous and do all kinds of bad things, have you ever thought about who drove me to this point?" Ji Wenyao's mouth curled into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and his expression seemed to be crying but not smiling. , looking at the executioner who dominated everything through the distant rain curtain.

"You are a pawn in the chess game, but you developed a self-consciousness and disrupted the layout," the male protagonist said with an extremely cruel expression on his face, "should, discard."

Even though the rain was far away and the thunder roared, Ji Wenyao could hear those two words clearly, and he suddenly laughed like a maniac, laughing until his whole body convulsed: "Li Ji, just because I don't meet your expectations, Will everything be wiped out?"

"Just because of the original sin I carry, you will never let me go?" In a trance, someone seemed to be asking Song Yuqing like this, and the cold rain was caught in his ears.

He was stunned for a second, not understanding where the voice came from.

The male protagonist over there has already said his lines: "Ji Wenyao, if I were you, I wouldn't take myself too seriously."

His eyes seemed to say, "You are not worthy of anything other than being a pawn, so how can you talk about expectations."

Ji Wenyao felt that the heavy rain was pouring down on him, and his whole body was icy cold, even his bones were soaked in coldness. He still wanted to laugh, but he could no longer smile: "Because you have never expected me, so I do Nothing should be wrong, right?"

The rain was so heavy that people even struggled to open their eyes. Ji Wenyao subconsciously read what he heard in his ears.

The assistant director was stunned behind the camera: "This is not Ji Wenyao's lines."

"Whatever, it's not a problem to change a line or two when you're emotional. This line is changed very well, and it's more desperate than the original line." The director became worried when he saw the rain getting heavier and heavier, "No, it's raining too much. Let them call it a day and go to the mountains to stay!"

"This one is over, hurry up and call it a day!" The field manager shouted to the two people in the distance.

The actor playing the male lead heard it, and relaxed his whole body and patted Song Yuqing on the shoulder: "Let's go bro, hurry up and get out of the rain. It's raining so heavily and it's in the mountains, so it's quite dangerous."

He took two steps forward, saw Song Yuqing standing still, turned around and pulled him: "What's wrong? Come back to your senses, brother, if you don't leave, if a mountain torrent floods us all, where are we going to cry?"

Song Yuqing grabbed his arm and squeezed so hard that his fingertips were turning white and blue from the rain, as if there was a rattling sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Damn it!" The male protagonist's face was distorted in pain, and he didn't manage his expression well, "Let go of Song Yuqing! What are you doing!"

He reached out to break Song Yuqing's hand, and Song Yuqing looked up at him.

Only then did the leading actor see that Song Yuqing's expression seemed wrong.

He seemed to have not yet come out of the play, the pain still lingered on that face, his eyes were a little dazed, the focus did not fall on the leading actor, but stared at one place, and moved the corners of his mouth.

The leading actor also has a temper, so he broke away from Song Yuqing's restraint with all his strength: "You're fucking convulsed, aren't you?"

"What were you thinking at the time?" Song Yuqing's eyes fell on the male lead actor leisurely. His pupils were very dark, and when he stared at them all the time, it would make others feel creepy.

The male lead thought he was sick: "What do I think?"

Song Yuqing asked seriously and slowly: "What did you think when you said those words?"

"I just think that people like Ji Wenyao are not worth caring about at all. He is obviously a pawn and should follow the prescribed path step by step, but he wants to come out to disrupt the situation. Disrupting a good game, annoying him is not enough," The male lead said a long series in one breath in the spirit of colleagues, and finally said, "Let's go? If not, I'll go."

Song Yuqing's pulled hand trembled like a nerve. He pressed it firmly with the other hand, his voice was hoarse, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisp: "That's not the case."

He repeated in a low voice: "...that's not the case."

The male lead didn't care if he was like this, he just thought that Song Yuqing might really be sick, not the kind who cursed, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

But it was too late.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and it was here in the blink of an eye.The sand rushes in like a fluid.

It's a mudslide.

Facing them, the director noticed the strangeness first, opened his mouth and shouted heart-piercingly: "Run!"

Song Yuqing had just regained his sanity, but the next second his eyes went dark, and he couldn't see anything.

The mud and sand mixed with clods of soil weighed heavily on his body, and he felt short of breath, staring at his eyes.It was as if he was wrapped in a huge cocoon, and the silk thread wrapped around his body was constantly tightened and imprisoned, robbing him of his breath.

While losing his mind, Song Yuqing seemed to hear someone say to him in panic and despair: "I really don't want to continue, please help me and let me go."

Then the voice became dead silent again, dumbly: "If this is what you want, then your goal has been achieved, and I will not leave again."

Song Yuqing felt strangely relieved. This feeling was like he put a knife on the kidnapper's neck after he was kidnapped, watching him condescendingly and not being afraid of death——

The comfort of being in control.

But in the end, the voice changed again, becoming alienated and indifferent.

A patch of red seemed to appear in front of Song Yuqing's eyes, burning the eyeballs and tearing the pain nerves.With his back turned to him, a figure said indifferently:

"I don't owe you any—"

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It is reported that due to the timely rescue of this small mudslide, no one was killed, but there were still injuries of varying degrees, and was rushed to the hospital by search and rescue personnel.

Several nurses followed the doctor and pushed the people on the hospital bed to the emergency room.

One of the nurses noticed the man's indistinguishable face, and the injury didn't affect his appearance. She thought to herself that she was indeed a big star.

While wearing the ventilator, the nurse saw the big star, moved her mouth, and muttered as if she was about to say something.

She subconsciously bent down and lowered her head: "What did you say?"

The man's voice was weak, and there was a gash on his lip that was cut by a sharp stone, bleeding continuously.

It took the nurse a long time to hear it clearly, and he seemed to be saying, "I'm sorry."

He seemed to be in pain, every word was squeezed out of his throat, with a strong smell of blood.

"What are you dawdling for? Let you wear a ventilator!" The director snapped at him, and the nurse quickly put the breathing mask on the man's face, blocking what he wanted to say inside.

There was a thin layer of mist on the mask, which soon dissipated.

At times like these, no one wants to hear what a sick man is confessing.

It is the duty of God to listen to the confession, and what they have to do is try to keep the other party from seeing God.