Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

This was the first time that Song Xunnan spoke to Xia Ye like this, and Xia Ye was very concerned about what he called "Doctor Wen" in an instant.

"Song Xunnan, what's your attitude?" Xia Ye also knew that the people behind her back were not good, but he was still annoyed by Song Xunnan's words, so angry that he poked Song Xunnan in the video.

Song Xunnan ignored him, focused on watching the fire, and even set the alarm clock: "If you're okay, I'll hang up first, and call back later."

Xia Ye watched Song Xunnan's hand appear on the screen, getting closer and closer, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

"What? Master Xia wants to watch me cook?" Song Xunnan's tone was teasing.

"...Doctor Wen, male or female?"

Song Xunnan didn't expect him to ask this, so he answered casually, "Man. I'm dead."

Looking at the dimmed screen, Xia Ye repeated: "Man...? Damn! No way!"

He hurriedly called Huo Er, and heaved a sigh of relief after getting the answer "How could Song Xunnan fall in love".

"I'll just say, he should at least tell my friend when he's in love, that's the right way." Xia Ye muttered to himself.

Song Xunnan hung up the phone, turned around to get the soy sauce, but felt that he had accidentally kicked something, so he quickly looked down.

The baby was kicked and rolled around on the ground, whimpering, the round black grape eyes soaked with tears, looked up at Song Xunnan aggrieved.

Song Xunnan squatted down and held it in the palm of his hand: "Why did you follow?"

The palm felt hot, and the baby licked it with his tongue, then rubbed his head against Song Xunnan's cool skin.

Song Xunnan had no choice, the baby was too small, and he was afraid of stepping on it, and his home had an open kitchen with no door to block it, so he had no choice but to put it in his pocket and patted his head: "Be good, I'll get it for you tomorrow." Buy a bell so you won't get kicked by me again."

As he talked, he thought of another thing: "You should also get vaccinated. I'll ask Dr. Wen if there is a better pet hospital to recommend."

The baby "woofed" echoed him.

When Song Xunnan invited Wen Heng to his house at night, he casually mentioned this matter.

Wen Heng looked at him: "I'm not a veterinarian, it's impossible to know this."

"Ah...it seems to be the same," Song Xunnan suddenly understood, a little apologetic, "I'm sorry to hear about the doctor. The main reason is that you are the only doctor by my side, so I wanted to ask you before I knew it."

Wen Heng picked up the mobile phone on the table, clicked into the chat: "Su Qing should know, let me ask."

Song Xunnan couldn't help saying: "Didn't he just move to City B? How did he know this?"

Wen Heng paused while typing, and continued: "He just bought a cat not long ago, so he should know which hospitals are better."

"I see." Song Xunnan nodded with a smile.

But laughing and laughing, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Wen Heng never mentioned to him that Su Qing had just moved here, so it was impossible for him to know about it.

His heart was beating a little fast, and he raised his eyes to see Wen Heng's expression, only to find that the other party was normal.

"He said that the restaurant on Liulishan South Road has a good reputation, and he will take you there on the weekend."

Song Xunnan said "hmm". Seeing that Wen Heng didn't express any doubts after he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party didn't pay attention to this detail, his brows and eyes stretched: "Doctor Wen, try this, I made pangasius vermicelli stew."

Speaking of this name, Song Xunnan felt a little guilty, because the heat was too hot, and the fans basically melted.

Wen Heng's face remained unchanged, he picked up a piece of pangasius and chewed it carefully.

Song Xunnan watched him eat with anticipation in his eyes: "How is it? Is the taste okay?"

"Yes, very good." Seeing him staring at him, Wen Heng nodded in agreement.

"That's good," Song Xunnan was recognized, he smiled all of a sudden, and found that his smile was a little big, then he pursed his lower lip, and put the other dishes he made in front of Wen Heng one by one, "Dr. Try this!"

Wen Heng tried them one by one.

Their tastes are actually quite different.Wen Heng is used to a light diet, and the taste is more southern. Less salt and less oil are the most basic, and they are usually boiled and stir-fried.Song Xunnan is the taste of the general public, he can eat anything, light food occasionally, but after a long time, he still can't stand it, the amount of salt he eats in one meal is comparable to Wen Heng's in a day.

Now the dishes on this table are obviously catered to Wen Heng's taste, Song Xunnan can't taste anything, but he is very happy to eat.

Wen Heng's trousers were stressed, he looked down and found that the baby was biting his suit pants: "When I rest on the weekend, take it to get an injection."

"Don't bother Doctor Wen, I'll go by myself," Song Xunnan bit his chopsticks and shook his head, then lowered his head and reprimanded the baby, "Don't bite, I will have to pay for you if Doctor Wen bites you."

Of course, the baby didn't know what he was talking about, and even went even further to hook Wenheng with its soft paws, flopping back and forth on his pants.

Wen Heng shook his head: "That hospital was opened by Su Qing and my friend, and they happened to want to see me, so we dropped in together."

"That's it. Just now, Dr. Wen said that he is not a veterinarian, but he has friends who are veterinarians. Dr. Wen's friends have a wide range of careers." Song Xunnan sighed, and only after he finished sighing did he realize that this sentence was a bit too offensive.

"I mean, Dr. Wen, you have a friend who is a veterinarian. I'm a little surprised."

This sentence is not correct, Song Xunnan changed the sentence: "I just think that neurosurgeons have a wide range of friendships. In addition to psychologists, there is also a veterinarian. There are many medical types."

Song Xunnan: "..."

What the hell is he talking about...

Why does it feel like it's getting darker.

Song Xunnan avoided Wen Heng's gaze, stuffed the rice in the bowl into his mouth, and blocked his mouth.

Wen Heng watched him bow his head and eat rice all the time, and picked up a piece of bamboo shoots for Song Xunnan with his serving chopsticks: "It's okay. You can go see him on the weekend."

Song Xunnan looked at the extra bamboo shoots in the bowl, coughed lightly, picked them up and ate them: "Then I won't work overtime on weekends, I'll wait for you to pick me up."

Wen Heng changed back to his chopsticks, and said "um".

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Song Xunnan parked his car when he went to work that day. When he entered through the gate, he stopped pushing the door. He looked back at the reflection behind the glass window and stared at a black car in the corner for a while.

Seeing him not leaving, the security guard at the door was a little scared, thinking that there was something wrong with his work, Song Xunnan came to ask the question: "Mr. Song, what's the matter?"

Song Xunnan withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "It's okay, you guys continue to work." After speaking, he went in.

It's hot outside, but when you open the door, there's a gust of cool breeze.

Some are too cold.

The front desk stopped him today: "Mr. Song, I have your things..."

Song Xunnan stopped and looked at them: "Didn't you say that if you encounter those gifts again, you don't need to tell me and just throw them out?"

The front desk showed hesitation: "This gift is a bit special, we can't deal with it, please take a look."

Song Xunnan walked over and saw the gift box on the front desk. The ribbon bow had not been unwrapped, but a photo on it was particularly eye-catching.

Song Xunnan glanced away, and when he saw the scenery above, his expression froze, and he took the photo out of the ribbon.

The photo shows a house with a lot of weeds growing in the yard, which looks very old.

He held the photo under his fingertips and nodded slightly to the front desk: "Thank you, you can handle the rest yourself."

The front desk saw that he had gone far away, and his pace was much faster than usual.

"It's such a waste to send and throw away every day. Mr. Song didn't keep any of them."

"Rich people, let's be self-willed. To them, this little money is nothing but sprinkling water."

"I asked for leave a few days ago and didn't come. Mr. Song is being chased by a girl? But the presents are all weird. Shouldn't they be sending flowers and chocolates?"

The other person shook his head: "It's not a girl chasing after him, it's more troublesome than that, it's President Song's brother."

"Mr. Song has a brother? Why have you never seen him before?"

Song Xunnan could faintly hear the discussion behind him, but he couldn't hear clearly anymore, but his fingertips were burning hot holding the photo.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the newly recruited secretary before entering the office: "I have something to do, so don't disturb me for a while."

The secretary nodded in agreement.

"It feels like Mr. Song is in a bad mood today." The little assistant beside him said in a low voice.

Secretary: "Knowing that he is in a bad mood and still fishing? Hurry up and go to work, and be careful not to deduct your salary."

Song Xunnan heard the conversation between the two when closing the door, and rubbed his brows, feeling that he was still too indulgent to them.

He put the photo on the table and stared at it for a while.After about ten minutes, a message from Song Hengxuan was sent to the phone, and the screen lit up.

【Song Hengxuan: I went back to worship my ancestors yesterday. After thinking about it, I took a photo of you. I hope you like it. 】

It seems that he already knew his move to accept this photo.

Song Xunnan watched the screen of the phone light up and dim. He remembered the last time Song Hengxuan asked him to worship the ancestors, but he flatly refused. He didn't expect that something happened in the Song family, and the ancestor worship was delayed until yesterday.

It's reasonable to calculate, yesterday happened to be Grandpa Song's birthday.

Song Xunnan used to live with Song Hengxuan and Song Yuqing in the ancestral house in the countryside, especially during the winter and summer vacations, Song Xunnan was there alone most of the time, the eldest and second child had to go to cram school, and he was only in elementary school, so he didn't have to go to .

Grandpa Song was in his 70s at that time, and he lived alone in the ancestral house, and Song Xunnan was also raised by him.

The old man's benevolent face emerged in his memory, as well as the smile that he held a sugar bowl and wiped sugar on Song Xunnan's mouth with both hands.

"Xiao Nan wants to eat something sweet? But Grandpa only has this kind of candy here. Why don't Xiao Nan buy it with Grandpa's money?"

Song Xunnan still remembered that he was cheering excitedly and wanted to sweep the canteen, but when he saw his grandfather put change in a red plastic bag and unfolded it layer by layer for him to take out coins, his heart was inexplicably touched.He didn't know what that felt like at the time, only that he should say no.

"Grandpa, I don't want to eat it. My brother said that eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay."

"Xiao Nan really doesn't want to eat?"

Xiao Song Xunnan nodded vigorously: "Yeah! I can eat this!"

He pointed at the sugar pot, his eyes squinted.

……

Later, Song Juwei also developed, and his great-grandfather also fell ill.

The people in my hometown are all snobbish, and they started fighting for family property when the old man was still lying on the hospital bed.Song Xunnan watched them arguing, but he didn't understand anything, he only remembered that his great-grandpa died amidst the quarrel.

Song Xunnan was the first to discover it. He shook the old man and kept calling "Grandpa", but was pushed away by the Song family and sat on the ground blankly.

There was a loud cry in the ward, and the faces of the adults who had just fought for family property were flushed, and their faces were full of sadness, like a farce.

He hated the people in his hometown so much, so naturally he didn't miss it at all when Song Hengxuan asked about it.

"That group of people didn't like him, and he didn't like that group of people."

Unexpectedly, Song Hengxuan actually sent himself a photo of the ancestral house.

Looking at the familiar plants and trees above, it seems that the caress of rough palms and the voice and smile of the old man can still be felt on the cheeks.Song Xunnan let out a sigh of relief, and slowly stroked the photo with his fingertips.

"...You forgive me." The voice was too low to hear.

The world is impermanent, who would have thought that he and the Song family would come to this point.

"I saved the lives of Song Juwei and Xu Qing, and I repay them for raising me for more than 20 years."

"...It's just that I don't know how to repay you," Song Xunnan's voice trembled slightly, but he quickly held back, "Then, I wish you a sweet dream."

The corner of the photo was wrinkled, and after a long time, a tear finally fell on it, blurring the sunset in the yard.