Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

Song Xunnan thought for a while, and felt that there was an 80.00% probability that the "that man" Song Yuqing was talking about was Wen Heng.

"I don't want to call anyone. It has nothing to do with you. If you have nothing to do, don't call me." He paused and added, "If you have anything to do, don't call. Our company's consultation number is not a decoration, go to them. "

Song Yuqing's voice was muffled on the other end of the phone, his voice was hoarse like gravel: "I was in a car accident."

Song Xunnan: "Okay, do you want me to order a bunch of flowers for you to celebrate?"

Even though he had predicted that Song Xunnan would not ask him "Is the injury serious?", the smile on Song Yuqing's mouth still faded.

He insisted: "If the driver didn't get out of the way at that time, I wouldn't be able to call you. I have a hunch that the car accident was not an accident, and someone should have done something. But I haven't thought of who it is yet."

Song Xunnan stopped turning the pen.

Song Xi's face that he saw that night emerged in his mind.

Song Yuqing didn't know about the only person hiding in the dark.

He thought at the time that Song Xi's personality had changed so much that it could almost be called a distortion, Song Yuqing's handwriting was probably indispensable in this.

But he didn't remind Song Yuqing of his plan, "Oh" was his response, and he was so perfunctory that anyone could see it.

What does the dog-eat-dog matter have to do with him?

There was a brief silence between the two, and there was nothing to say.

It's hard to imagine they ever had memories close enough to be called "good".

Song Yuqing started coughing again, mixed with a few gasps.It must have been a wound on his body.

"It's okay to hang up."

"Something happened....Why didn't you come to me when something happened to you?" Song Yuqing was nervous about this question.

"Let me beg you Song's family miserably like a stray dog, and then I was ridiculed for saying that I was going to walk in the Song's house on my knees," Song Xunnan said calmly. Xinwozi said, "Are you looking forward to seeing such a scene?"

"Even if I didn't do this, you still feel that it's a pity, and you specifically called me to question me."

Song Yuqing suddenly felt very dizzy, and it hurt even more from the place where he was knocked out of the concussion. His eyes were almost completely dark, and there were snowflakes that flashed when the TV signal was not good.

He almost gritted his back molars to suppress the pain, and roared in a low voice: "Enough, I never thought of that!"

He gasped a few times, his eyes were scarlet, but his tone calmed down: "I am me, and the Song family is the Song family. Xiao Nan, I just want you to stay by my side. As I said, I will protect you."

Song Xunnan laughed out loud.

He seems to have heard a big joke, and he can hardly control his laughter: "Protect me? Trapped me in the house like before, unable to go anywhere, 'protection' like imprisonment?"

He said: "Don't tease Song Yuqing, in my last life I should have called the police and let you go to prison. But I didn't expect—"

When Song Yuqing heard him mention his past life, a bad premonition flashed in his heart. He knew that he must have been spotted, and Song Xunnan finally found out.

He knew that he was Song Yuqing who had done all kinds of bad things.

"No, don't say it!" Song Yuqing covered his head and thumped hard to resist the piercing pain.

Song Xunnan was smiling lightly, and his tone rose, like a long-planned murder: "Live again, you still can't change your dog and eat shit."

The suffocating pain made Song Yuqing's breathing stagnate.

As soon as the hand lost its strength, the phone fell to the ground with a heavy muffled sound.

This sound seemed to startle him who was frozen in place, Song Yuqing struggled to get out of bed to fish but only saw the screen that had been hung up.

A corner of the phone was broken, and the cracks stretched like spider webs, densely entangled his heart, making him sink like a sponge soaked in water to the dark seabed.

It seemed that someone rushed over and yelled: "Oh, why did you pull out the needle and still bleed? The doctor said you can't get out of bed now, go back and lie down!"

very noisy.

Too noisy.

This was Song Yuqing's last thought before losing consciousness.

……

After Song Xunnan hung up the phone, he thought for a while, and asked his subordinates to investigate the matter of Song Yuqing's car accident.

It's good to watch the fire from the other side, but if Song Xi is really crazy to the point of killing someone, Song Xunnan has to be on guard in advance.

It's not good to set yourself on fire.

There is also the cooperation that Song Xi mentioned before, he has to screen it again to be sure.

When the phone rang again, it was Wen Heng who was waiting for him downstairs.