seek her

At this time, Song Sipu's car was driving in the traffic flow in the city center. Assistant Yang answered the phone, leaned close to Song Sipu's ear and whispered a report.

Song Sipu didn't move his brows and eyes, and was unusually calm.

In the study room on the second floor of the Song family's ancestral home, it seemed that the time had come. Second Master Song put his phone on the table with a smile, opened the unopened will on the table, and read it at a glance. He smiled, "Xiaoling, You go and wait outside, I have something to say to your grandfather."

Song Xiaoling leaned on the bookcase to flip through magazines, and said indifferently, "Can grandpa understand what you say? Didn't the doctor say that grandpa has cognitive impairment?"

"If I tell you to go out, go out!" Second Master Song scolded.

Song Xiaoling got up reluctantly, rolled up the magazine and walked out, "I have a dinner tonight, so I won't eat at home."

"Don't hang out with Ji Linjiang, he's not as simple as you think!" Second Master Song scolded, "You don't have any knowledge! If you have half the mind of Si Pu! You won't be able to make such a move!"

Song Xiaoling perfunctory, "I know, I know, my ears are calloused."

After Song Xiaoling left, the study returned to tranquility. Mr. Song's wheelchair was parked in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The old man tilted his head, half-closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips dripped on his collar, pulling out a long stream of mucus.

Second Master Song looked at the will and the notarized documents again, and anger slowly crept into the corners of his eyes, and he threw the documents heavily on the table, "Not a cent!"

Not a cent was divided to him in the will!Give it all to Song Sipu!In fact, he had already expected this situation. He forged and notarized the content of another will without even reading the content of this will.

His wheelchair slowly stopped beside the old man, "Dad, why are you always being so cruel to me? My eldest brother and I are both your children. Why do you give him more than me! Even leave everything to his children !"

Mr. Song tried hard to make a sound, but there was only a grunting sound in his throat.

Song Erye helped him turn the wheelchair with one hand. He looked at the landscape calligraphy and painting on the wall, "This is your favorite room. When you were young, you always taught me and my elder brother to read and write here. My elder brother learned faster than me. He is better than me, he is better than me in everything, you like him, praise him, in order to cultivate him! You do not hesitate to squeeze my growth space, and even make me his right-hand man, declaring to the outside world that this is training me!"

"You can fool others! You can't fool me! You single-handedly founded the Song brand, which is the largest real estate brand in the country. It has a successful business model that countless entrepreneurs cannot copy. This is the business empire of the Song family. You are so majestic." Second Master Song looked at Mr. Song, "What about now? You are just a despicable person who relies on squeezing his son to consolidate his country, and a fool who can only drool in a wheelchair!"

"Do you know why I have endured for so many years?" Second Master Song was emotional, "Just for this moment! To prove to you that I can!" He smiled sinisterly, "That's right, I killed my brother and sister-in-law. Who told my elder brother to cause me to lose my legs? He murdered me first! He drove the car off a cliff! Caused me to lose my legs! Shouldn’t I hate him! Why are his legs intact! Why are my legs still intact? The legs are useless! I just made the same accident and didn't expect them all to die? It's not my fault, it's their short lives."

Mr. Song gasped violently, and he rolled from the wheelchair to the ground, twitching in extreme pain, as if he had been greatly emotionally stimulated.

"Since I was young, do you know how much I want to get a compliment from you?" Second Master Song slid the wheelchair and leaned slightly, "Do you know that I have worn out my hands practicing calligraphy and painting in order to get your praise? You can't see, you You will never see me in your eyes! You will never leave me a piece of property!" After Song Erye laughed sadly, his killing intent burst forth, "You people should all be damned."

Jing Shu came in a hurry, the courtyard was full of bodyguards, layer upon layer of protection, Secretary Zhao was guarding outside the study, all of them belonged to Second Master Song, Jing Shu suddenly remembered the news he heard from Song Sipu, Secretary Zhao, as the old man His confidants are likely to betray.

Jing Shu stood outside the study and adjusted his breathing gently. The mobile phone was confiscated, and she was let in after repeated inspections. Jing Shu was about to open the door and enter.

Suddenly someone hugged her waist from behind, "Aren't you my brother's concubine? What are you doing here?"

Jing Shu yelled in horror, turned around suddenly, and saw Song Xiaoling's somewhat foxy face, she hurriedly broke away from Song Xiaoling's arms, "Your father asked me to come!"

"My dad is going to do something big today." Song Xiaoling hugged her tightly and whispered, "He didn't want me to participate, but he called you. Are you from my dad?"

"It has nothing to do with you! Please show some respect!" Jing Shu broke free from his restraint, turned around and walked into the study, closing the door behind his back.

Song Xiaoling took two steps back, leaning against the wall of the corridor lazily, his eyes fell on Secretary Zhao's face, he really couldn't believe that this man who had been loyal to his grandfather for half his life would betray his grandfather because of threats.

Secretary Zhao was simple and honest, keeping his head slightly down and guarding the door.

Jing Shu walked into the study room, saw Old Man Song twitching violently on the ground, and gasped, she instinctively stepped forward, trying to help Old Man Song up.

Song Erye shouted: "Miss Ji is here, my best partner is finally here."

Jing Shu's outstretched hand trembled slightly, then slowly withdrew it, and looked at Second Master Song with a smile, "Second Master, you are looking for me."

"Kill him." Second Master Song looked at Jing Shu sideways, gritted his teeth and threw out a sentence.