I'm not unlucky at all

Song Wenlu drove back to the Song family's old house after smoking.

Mr. Song didn't go upstairs to eat at night, the housekeeper brought everything into the house himself.

This is angry.

Song Wenlu returned to the house after dinner with a cold expression. The servants in the house did not dare to show their aura, and worked with trepidation without making a sound, for fear that if they did something wrong, they would offend the two masters of the house.

Song Wenlu fell asleep on the bed after returning to the house. He didn't sleep well that night. In his dreams, he kept dreaming of a face whose outline could not be seen clearly. The only thing he remembered was that the other party had A pair of beautiful eyes, very good-looking.

When I got up the next day, before it was daylight, two people came to the house.

Song Wenyan was kicked in by Song Mingfeng with a bruised nose and swollen face, and the sound of beating and cursing woke up the old man who was sleeping upstairs.

He ordered the housekeeper to go down to see what happened. The housekeeper only heard a little movement downstairs, and then returned to the house with a pale face.

Mr. Song rubbed his forehead and asked, "What's wrong with the second family?"

The butler said, "Master, something serious happened."

It turned out that Song Wenyan and his friends were hanging out in the disco bar as usual last night. They didn't want to meet Mayor Huang's daughter on the way. We were all in the same circle, so it was easy to get together to have fun.It was the first time for Huang Shanshan to be taken into a bar by her friends, and she was overjoyed by Song Wenyan's group of friends, so she drank too much wine in a daze.

In the end, for some reason, Song Wenyan and Huang Shanshan slept together.This kid is still aware that he worked hard last night for a long time, he just thought he was holding some lady for joy, but he didn't expect this lady to be a big lady, but he stabbed a hornet's nest, put on his pants and went home to call for help .

"Idiot!" After listening to Mr. Song, his face turned dark, "Go tell them to go to the study, shameful things!"

Song Wenlu also heard the noise on the first floor, and soon quieted down again.

In the study, Mr. Song was sitting on the leading chair, his face turned blue with anger, and he slammed on the ground with a cane: "What stupid things did you say you did!"

Song Wenyan was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

Song Mingfeng smiled wryly and said to Mr. Song: "Dad, Wen Yan did mess up this time, but Miss Huang may soon have a seed from our old Song family in her stomach, or you can see that it's not right." , just find a time to come and propose marriage for Wen Yan."

Mr. Song laughed angrily: "You still have the face to say that? I don't even look at the good sons you have taught. You are an idiot who has more success than failure!"

Song Mingfeng's heart sank, his expression changed: "Dad."

Mr. Song suddenly said: "I don't care if Huang Shanshan has a son from the old Song family in her stomach or not. She is the one I set for everyone, and she will be Wenlu's wife in the future. You can bring Wen Yan to someone to apologize for this matter. It's over."

Song Mingfeng froze suddenly, and Song Wenyan raised his head in shock.

Can't believe it.

Mr. Song lowered his eyes lightly, and twirled the Buddhist beads with his thumb: "This is for the future of the Song family."

Breakfast is eaten at the table by four people.

When a person gets old, no matter how much he refuses to accept his old body, he will gradually develop various problems.Mr. Song is well maintained, and there is nothing visible on his face, but his stomach was dirty when he was young, his stomach is not good, and he can't eat spicy meat.

On the dining table in the old house, there are the same porridge and side dishes all day long, which have been tasteless for many years.

Song Wenyan hadn't recovered from the old man's words for a long time, he barely took two bites of the steamed stuffed bun, stuffed with chives, it tasted strong and choked.Resisting the omen that his stomach was going to be overwhelmed, he ordered the housekeeper to scoop him a bowl of porridge, which made his complexion somewhat better.

Soon Song Wenlu came down from upstairs. He changed into a gray suit today, and his whole aura was much calmer and gentler.

When Song Wenyan saw him, gloomy eyes flashed across his eyes, and he said with a half-hearted smile, "Brother got up really early."

Song Wenlu looked back at Song Wenyan without changing his face, his eyes fell on Song Wenyan's bruised face, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was not a smile: "Morning."

The breakfast was quiet, the old man didn't like to talk, while Song Mingfeng and his son were thinking about things in different ways.

Song Wenlu quickly finished eating, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and went out.

In the past few years, Mr. Song seems to have gradually devolved his powers and handed over the management of the Song family's company to him. In fact, most of the people who work in the company are old people who followed the old man back then.On the one hand, they obeyed his orders, but on the other hand, they looked at the old man's eyes, and there were quite a few people who acted in obedience and in violation of others.

Song Wenlu frowned and drove to the company.

Song Mingfeng and his son left the Song family's old house after breakfast.

In the car, Song Wenyan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be a fool, old man. What does he mean, even if Huang Shanshan has my seed in her stomach, she should be Song Wenlu's wife?"

Song Mingfeng sneered: "Why, you are not happy that your son is raised by others for free?"

Song Wenyan said: "Dad, are you happy with the son you have raised for uncle for more than ten years?"

Song Mingfeng lowered his face: "Shut your stinky mouth."

Song Wenyan gave him a blank look and didn't speak.

After a while, Song Mingfeng spoke meaningfully.

"Your brother didn't go back to the old house to spend the night the night before yesterday."

Song Wenyan raised his eyelids and said out of boredom, "So what?"

Song Mingfeng smiled, and said in a low tone: "The news we got is probably wrong. Song Wenlu is not interested in that female secretary, but someone else." He paused, "I'll give you a day to get her Get it out."

Song Wenyan stretched his neck forward and asked suspiciously, "Get it out, and then what?"

"Then?" Song Mingfeng lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, squinting his eyes and enjoying it, "Of course I want to find a way to let Song Wenlu marry someone back home, so that lovers will eventually get married, and let the old man die of that heart."

Song Wenyan frowned, and laughed for a while: "Dad, you want the old man to bite the dog with Song Wenlu."

Song Mingfeng raised his head and glanced at Song Wenyan, and said leisurely: "By that time, are you still afraid that you won't be able to marry the mayor's daughter?"

Song Wenyan thought back to the night when the woman cried and catered to him under him, her trousers stiffened, she licked the corners of her mouth ambiguously, and said bluntly, "OK, I'll find someone to handle this right away."

In the tube building seven or eight streets away, the sleepy Song Xing turned over, with goosebumps forming on her back for no reason.

Immediately after a rumbling stomach, Song Xing opened his eyes.

He woke up from the cold, and his lower abdomen was cold.

Clutching his stomach, he went to the small clinic downstairs and prescribed a box of medicine for abdominal pain. The doctor was still the same doctor, but the girl collecting money put on makeup.

Song Xing didn't recognize her, and thought she had changed, five or six years older.

The younger sister was still saying to him: "Here, this medicine comes in a box of twelve tablets, two times a day, three tablets at a time."

Song Xing said, "Thank you."

The little girl smiled and winked at him, her eyes were full of little stars.

After leaving the small clinic, Song Xing held a medicine box in his hand, and the cell phone in his pocket rang.

His stomach hurts, so he had to squat on the side of the road temporarily, picking up the tin foil containing the medicine in one hand while answering the phone.

Lu Daliu called.

"Lu, happy birthday." The man's hearty voice passed through the microphone, and the sound of piling on the construction site blew into his ears along with the wind, "Remember to spare some time in the evening, brother, and bring some friends to treat you to dinner. You celebrate."

Song Xing was stunned for a few seconds, and his stomach throbbed.

Holding the medicine box and pressing his stomach, he pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

Lu Daliu asked again: "What's the reason for your stabbing and pulling?"

Song Xing opened his mouth: "I..."

Before he could say a word, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw the pills in his hand popping out of the tin foil and rolling on the ground.

dirty.

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