this summer

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"Find something to do and divert your attention." Jing Fan said without emotion.

"Hey," He Cheng rubbed his face and whispered, "I'm so sleepy that I'm out of my mind."

Jing Fan looked up at the math teacher. The old teacher who was about to retire was still immersed in reading the questions, so he whispered to He Cheng, "Yesterday you said that no one in the three districts dared to provoke Song Han, why?"

"Song Han," He Cheng spread out the paper, and pulled himself together. "Her life experience is quite mysterious."

"Ok?"

"Her father, no, her adoptive father is Song Qin."

There is too much information in this sentence, Jing Fan frowned and turned to look at him. "Mingsheng's Song Qin?" she asked.

"Well, I remember when he died, we were very young."

Jing Fan pursed her lips, thinking about the name.

Song Qin is the eldest son of Song Yuanlin, the founder of Mingsheng Group. He is a young hero, whether it is education, talent or appearance, he is the leader of his generation in the circle.

But they knew the name, not because of his career achievements.

The story they heard about Song Qin was that he gave up Mingsheng's inheritance rights for a woman.

That was a long time ago, whether it was then or now, everyone would feel regretful when mentioning Song Qin.

Song Qin died of cancer seven years ago.

"Song Han was an orphan adopted by him and his wife. Before Song Qin died, he left his inheritance to his wife and daughter, but his wife committed suicide a month after his funeral, so all of Song Han's property went into Song Han's hands .”

"Didn't Song Qin give up Mingsheng's inheritance rights? His inheritance is enough for seven years?" Quite frugal.Or is Chihuang making so much money?

He Cheng laughed lowly when he heard her question.

"He gave up his inheritance rights, but he still has [-]% of Mingsheng's shares, which were all transferred to Song Han before his death."

Jing Fan was a little surprised. "Mingsheng's [-]% shares will all be handed over to the adopted daughter?"

"Yeah." He Cheng continued, "Song Han disappeared for a while after both his parents passed away. He only returned to Ling'an four years ago. Instead of going to Mingsheng, he went back to District [-] and reopened that bar. Oh, Yes, Chihuang is also left by her parents."

It turned out to be like this, no wonder no one dared to touch her, and she was able to make Chi Huang so big, "The power of capital."

"Not at all." He Cheng tried to open his eyes wide, "After all, she is Song Qin's daughter, so the means must be good. Hey, I can't take it anymore..." After he finished speaking, he just threw himself down on the ground.

Jing Fan glanced at the teacher who continued to lecture as if he didn't see anything, didn't say anything, and took out an exercise book to do it.

In fact, it was not a lie that she would tell Jing Xuan that she didn't need to review. Her natural capital is higher than others, and her study intensity in the past two years is much stronger than others. I'm not afraid.

It's just that two years of intensive study has already become a habit, and it's hard to change it for a while.

Habits have become natural, so that those crazy days two years ago seem to have been forgotten.

There is a rest sign on the blazing door, but the door is not locked.Lin Xiangxi was actually very nervous when he pushed the door and walked in with Bei Si behind his back.

In the empty bar, the chairs were neatly turned upside down on the table, and only a small dim light was on at the bar.

A black figure crouched under the lamp.

He looked around and saw that there was really no one else, so he took a deep breath and walked over.

He stood still in front of the unconscious man, cleared his throat in a low voice, "...Brother Chen."

After a while, nothing happened.

"Brother Chen." He called again, and when he saw that there was still no movement, he stretched out a finger and poked Tan Chen's shoulder.

"Who the hell..." Tan Chen raised his head abruptly, his eyes were full of uneasiness about jumping up and beating someone, but when he opened his eyes and saw a well-behaved boy in a white shirt with a student hair in front of him, he stopped talking.

He rubbed his face and sat up, "You are...anaerobic..." You should be a member of anaerobic, but every time they perform in punk style, this sudden change of clothes makes Tan Chen feel a little embarrassed blind.

"Beth!" Lin Xiangxi couldn't help but recognize him, that's great, "Brother Chen, can I stay here?"

"Ah?" Tan Chen looked at him with a silly expression on his face, "What?"

"I want to stay here!" Lin Xiangxi stood upright and said loudly with seriousness.

"Where is this?" Tan Chen glanced at his hand holding the corner of his clothes and asked.

"Ah?" Lin Xiangxi looked at him puzzled, his big eyes sparkling, "Blazing..."

Tan Chen sneered, turned around and took out a bottle of Coke, "You still know this is Chihuang, what does Chihuang want you to do? Go back and play your bass."

"I don't, I'm going to stay here!" Lin Xiangxi stubbornly yelled at Tan Chen's back, so frightened that Tan Chen spilled half of the Coke he just poured out.

"You're sick!" Tan Chen shook off the drops of water on his hands, turned around and stared at him, making the young man flinch, he had no choice but to come out from under the bridge hole, and he was full of the aura of a bastard When he came out, ordinary people would be shocked, not to mention the kid in front of him who was dressed like a three-good student.

"I... I have no place to stay."

Lin Xiangxi lowered his head, his hair limply fell down, covering his forehead, and he was so wronged that the corner of Tan Chen's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he asked angrily, "I don't want you anymore for anaerobic?"