Quickly pass through: Crazy batch of bosses are so popular that they become popular

Thirteen years ago.

Song Renhuai went to Beijing to take the exam, and his first wife Jiao Yuee was pregnant and stayed at home to serve her parents-in-law.

At that time, the Song family was no longer impoverished. Since Song Renhuai married Jiao Yuee, the family's living standard has skyrocketed.

In addition, after Song Renhuai was admitted to the imperial examination, a large number of squires came to bet on his property, and he was able to secure a certain amount of property.

That year, the original owner was 4 years old.

Jiao Yue'e was young and healthy, but she was hit by a horse-drawn carriage while going shopping, causing a difficult delivery.

After three days and three nights of struggle, he finally exhausted his energy and gave birth to Song Qixuan, but he passed away.

Three months later, Song Renhuai returned to Laiyang County from high school and hurriedly picked up his parents and concubine back to Beijing, but he did not even go to say goodbye to his parents-in-law.

Not to mention the death of his wife!

In these years, the original owner only knew that his biological mother died of hemorrhagic arrhythmia during childbirth, and because of this, he also disliked her and fell in love with his biological brother.

Little did he know, it turned out that there was another hidden reason behind the death of his biological mother!

Si Jin stared at Aunt Wang with a sullen face for a long time, and then squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"You... Seriously?"

Aunt Wang was lying on the ground. After hearing this, she straightened up and looked directly into the eyes of her superior, Si Jin.

"No lie!"

He also explained with a guilty conscience: "Everyone who knew about that thing back then is dead. I have always known that I was not a lover, so I never dared to reveal anything. Please spare my child's life, Miss!"

After speaking, she knocked her head down hard, and when she raised her face again, her forehead was swollen and shiny.

Si Jin closed his eyes and exhaled tiredly.

"Okay, don't worry, they are also my brothers and sisters. I am not so crazy that I insist on killing two children."

Although she said this, Aunt Wang couldn't believe it, bit her lip and kowtowed.

"This matter is not without evidence. The master thought that he had concealed it perfectly, but little did he know that the coachman who frightened the late wife was not alone. He also had a nephew who should be in his mid-twenties by now."

Si Jin waved his hand, stood up and left.

It doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not, she has just looked at the timeline.

What Aunt Wang said is entirely true!

Jiao Yue'e was killed by someone back then!

But what Aunt Wang didn't know was that the carriage that frightened Jiao Yue'e was indeed arranged by Song Renhuai, in order to make Jiao Yue'e die of childbirth due to fright, so that he could make room for his newly married uncle's daughter!

But the person who really killed Jiao Yue'e was the Wen Po who had been invited back in a hurry.

But that Wen Po was arranged by Cao Ruixin!

Si Jin gritted his teeth, this couple was really a tangle of snakes and rats!

What a fucking perfect match!

They are all equally ruthless and vicious, without any lower limit!

Song Renhuai never expected that Si Jin would come back so quickly. As soon as a happy look appeared on his face, he was kicked in the chest.

It was his eldest daughter who had always ignored him who kicked him.

"Song Sijin, you are...rebellious!"

He covered his chest with one hand and his breathing was disrupted.

Si Jin's kick directly turned the bastard that Song Renhuai had kicked out of his shell.

Song Qixuan was shocked when he saw this, and used his hands and feet to help Song Renhuai. His face became even more angry, and his eyes were blazing as he stared at Si Jin.

"What are you doing? When you enter a bandit's den, do you think you are really a bandit's wife? Do you want to humiliate even your own father? You are... what a young man!"

"Snapped!"

His answer was a heavy slap. Si Jin used all his strength to slap Song Qixuan, who fell headfirst, and then crushed Song Renhuai, who had just been lifted up, into a bastard.

"you!"

He covered half of his face and turned his head. The young man looked at his sister-in-law in disbelief. His heart was filled with grievance and anger, and for a moment he was filled with hatred.

"I don't have a sister like you! You will never be my sister again!"

He roared at Si Jin, thinking he had shouted the most hurtful words.

Little did she know that the person standing opposite her was no longer her sister Song Sijin, who loved and hated him, worried and hated him.

The original owner's feelings towards this younger brother were very complicated, but it was undeniable that the foundation of her feelings was love!

Although the original owner looked down upon Song Qixuan on the surface, secretly he still cared about his younger brother.

But Si Jin is not the original owner, and she doesn't care about this little wolf cub at all.

I wish that in this world, these siblings were raised in separate camps. Even the original owner was humiliated at the palace banquet and was later driven to the gate of the General's Mansion. This biological brother didn't even fart.

Even when the original owner was imprisoned in the most remote courtyard to fend for himself, the mother-in-law and her younger brother never even asked about it!

On the surface, Song Qixuan seemed to be well-educated, but in fact, his temper was crooked.

Cao Ruixin used the persona of an impartial and loving mother to firmly control people, and even the Master's teachings from saints did not shake his already formed three views.

Cao Ruixin planted the seeds in Song Qixuan's heart early on. The interests of the family should be given priority in everything, the father should be filial and respectful, the brothers should support each other, there should be distinctions between concubines and concubines, and women should be sacrificed for the sake of indifference...

He is 12 years old this year, and his three views have been finalized in the Party Central Committee.

Si Jin didn't have the interest to correct his temper. If he couldn't figure it out...then he would hate him for the rest of his life!

Meng Delong took a step slower, and what he saw when he came over was the scene of the Song family's father and son falling on their backs.

The corner of Te's mouth twitched and he stood silently by the stone wall.

Si Jin suddenly turned around and accurately grasped the handle of the knife at his waist.

"Shh-"

The bright blade was dazzling and frightened everyone for just a moment.

Cao Ruixin trembled, moved half a step back with her hands on the ground, and said without giving up: "Girl, be careful, the sword has no eyes, this thing is..."

"Shh-"

Before Cao Ruixin could finish speaking, Si Jin flipped his wrist and stabbed horizontally, and a white light suddenly appeared.

A strand of Cao Ruixin's hair fell down from her temples, and at the same time, a thin red mark appeared on her neck.

Cao Ruixin's eyes widened, and she felt a buzzing sound in her ears. Her whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cave, and she subconsciously covered her neck with her hands.

Too bad it's too late!

Just when Cao Ruixin's fingers touched the skin of her neck, it seemed as if some switch had been triggered.

A column of blood shot out, and the blood was so warm and sticky that it spattered on the faces of Song Renhuai, Song Qixuan and his son.

Cao Ruixin wanted to speak, but couldn't. Her throat could only make an unwilling "ho ho" sound, her eyes widened, and her soul was out of her body.

Song Qixuan watched Cao Ruixin fall down, and the scene was frozen in silence.

He raised his hand and touched his neck, rolled his eyelids and fainted.

Song Renhuai, who had just gotten up, was pushed back again. He raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and his eyes were about to burst.

"Song Sijin! How dare you go under the knife with your mother?"

Si Jin almost laughed angrily at his words, mother? How dare he mention this word in front of her?

He doesn't deserve it!

"Whose mother is she? She is your Song Renhuai's parents, not my Song Sijin's mother! I have my own mother..."

She slowly raised her arm, pointed the tip of the knife at Song Renhuai again, and spoke with a cold tone.