Rebirth of the Wealthy Fakes

Song Feile drove the car all the way back home. After living in the independent apartment he remodeled for the convenience of going to school, he went to Pang Yi's residence twice recently, but he never returned to the Wang family's main house.Wang Ya didn't restrain him too much, letting him go wherever he liked.Coupled with the constant turmoil at home some time ago, and the fact that his father and mother divorced again, all these things added up, and he didn't even want to go home.

The one who opened the door was Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, who was so shocked that he almost couldn't close his mouth.Brother Song was calmer than Uncle Wang, he folded the newspaper and scolded, "How long has it been since you went to see your mother? If she doesn't want you, can't you go to her?"

"I'm finally back." Liu Xingzhi sat next to Brother Song, and he didn't even have time to change his uniform. Obviously, he came here immediately after get off work.At this moment, he is brewing a pot of tea gracefully, and the small Ru Kiln teapot is very transparent in his hand.

"Brother, can you say a few words less about me." Song Feile protested while changing his shoes, then slowly walked up to Liu Xingzhi and asked directly, "Is what you said on the phone true?"

Liu Xingzhi smiled, and gave Song Feile a cup of tea from the justice cup, and then handed it to Brother Song, "I can't say 100%, but there are witnesses who have seen it."

Song Feile's face was a little pale, and he muttered to himself: "I..." For a moment, the usual sloppy expression was replaced by sadness.

Big Brother Song felt sorry for his younger brother, and said in relief, "Fei Le, what happened to Fei Yun is not your fault."

"The body has not been found for so many years. It can only be defined as missing. According to the news, someone has indeed seen a similar Asian face. Unfortunately, this witness has never been found. But I believe that if this clue is dug deeper, there may be New harvest!" Liu Xingzhi added clearly.

"Second Brother...Second Brother...is it possible for him to still be alive?" He asked himself absent-mindedly, this question has haunted Song Feile for many years, but he has never been willing to face it.

Song Feiyun, a talented fashion designer who became famous at the age of 19 and died unexpectedly at the age of 25, is the eternal pain of the Wang family.He loves his younger brother, saying that he has received a steady stream of creative inspiration from his family, and even created an independent brand feiy for him, but died at the age of 25 to protect the young Song Feile.According to later investigations, Song Feiyun died of revenge from terrorists, which led to a car accident on the way to pick up Song Feile, who was a young practitioner, down the mountain.

Before he died, he pushed his younger brother out of the car, but he rolled down the cliff with the car. The wreckage of the car was quickly found. According to the degree of damage, it was determined that human beings could not survive.However, the Song family has not found the body for many years, and firmly believes that Song Feiyun is still missing.

The Song family has never given up looking for it all these years, and Song Feile feels extremely guilty about it.The gap between him and his mother, Wang Ya, also resulted from this. Even the strong Wang Ya, who lost his favorite second son, shed tears during that time.

Even if Wang Ya didn't say anything, Song Feile could still feel his mother's alienation and indifference.This is the blame, the young Song Feile silently draws conclusions for himself.

Seeing that Song Feile was obviously in a bad mood, Liu Xingzhi stood up and pulled him to sit on the sofa, "Yes! I can't stand your expression the most. Ask your brother, it's a good thing to have news. What does your expression mean?"

Song Feile showed an ugly smile, "I'm full of expectations that he is still alive, and then I am full of expectations. Don't you, who know the whole process of the incident, know this feeling better than me?"

Liu Xingzhi touched his chin, pretending to be deep, "But I realize that I don't know you very well now."

Brother Song threw the newspaper aside and smiled at Song Feile, "Growing up together, Ah Zhi is naturally the person who knows you best. When he transferred to another school, you forgot that you came back with a serious illness?"

Song Feile was a little embarrassed, "Brother, you laugh at me every day for having autism, why don't you reflect on how you as a big brother are simply not! Fit! Qualified!"

With such a tease, the sentimental atmosphere just now disappeared. Liu Xingzhi rubbed his temples. Recently, there have been many cases and he has a lot of things in his hands. He didn't answer the call to Song Feile today, but he got connected later. I don't know why. Didn't hear it or...

"You're not feeling well, I'll take you back early." Song Feile sensitively noticed Liu Xingzhi's slightly pale face, and there was even a slight cyan color under his eyes.

The two walked along the stone road of Wang's house to the garage, the faint moonlight dragged the shadow for a long time, as if they had returned to their childhood.

"I will inform you as soon as there is news."

"it is good."

When Liu Xingzhi opened the car door to get in, Song Feile pulled him aside, "I'll see you off today."

Under the faint moonlight, a little smile appeared on Liu Xingzhi's usual cold face, and then he teased, "Worried about my eyes? My eyes are fine, don't think I can't see."

Song Feile raised his eyebrows, "I didn't mean that." Although your eyesight is indeed declining.

The car drove slowly under the moonlight, and Song Feile concentrated on driving. It was already late at the moment, and a text message rang on the way of the car. Song Feile glanced at it, but there was no reply.Liu Xingzhi was very curious, "Who is it?"

Song Feile smiled faintly, "Advertising text message, it's all right."

On this side, Pang Yi waited left and right, but couldn't wait for the text message to be replied, and couldn't help but let Song Feile roll ten thousand times in his heart.The Mumashan villa is so big, it's not interesting to be alone at night.Uncle Pang took out the car keys, endured the pain in his feet, and forcibly went to the garage to drive back to Feng Yasong to have a look.

The moonlight was shining outside, and Pang Yi was sweating from the pain as he stepped on the gas pedal. He didn't think the sprain was serious at first, so why did it hurt so much?Do you want to see a doctor?After hesitating for a long time, I had to turn around and go to the nearest clinic. The doctor was an old man, shaking his head and sighing, as if Pang Yi had a terminal illness.

Pang Yi couldn't take it anymore, and raised his voice, "Doctor, I just sprained my ankle, why do you look like I'm going to die?" That's unlucky!

"You young people are too careless. Your ankles are swollen. Fortunately, you came early today!"

Is it that serious?Pang Yi stared at the ankle that was wrapped like a steamed bun, and he planned to drive back to Feng Yasong... The old man was so good at predicting things when he was old, he immediately saw through Pang Yi's thoughts, "What? You still want to drive?"

"Uh... I can go home today." Pang Yi said honestly.

"Find someone to open it for you. It's best not to move this foot for three days."

"Wait! Three days?" Doesn't that mean that he can't go to President Li to explain things clearly in three days?The loan seems to be washed away every minute, Uncle Pang is really in a bad mood at this time!

The old man glared at him, "Don't blame me for being lame!"

Depend on!This is too serious. In order not to risk becoming a cripple, Pang Yi picked up the phone and flipped through the address book...Who should I call here...Zong Ze must have fallen asleep...Assistant Pei has a wife...Secretary Lin...Forget it Well, it's better for her to know less about this black history...bobo...jery...

There are so many lovers, but they are all acting on the occasion. Except for spending money, he really rarely looks for them.

Sighing, Pang Yi thought, isn't there a fast hotel nearby?It's also very close, so I can just go wherever I want, so as not to trouble anyone.The biggest advantage of Pang Yi is that he did what he said, took the medicine and barely drove the car to the hotel entrance, and got a room.

Since there was no reservation and the time was late, all the rooms near the inside were booked, leaving only a few double-bed rooms facing the street unbooked.Pang Yi is also tired now, and he thought he wasn't that delicate, so let's make do with it, and he can go to the company to deal with things tomorrow until his feet are swollen.

After falling over, he was so sleepy that he didn't even hear Song Feile's text message back to him.Having a strange dream all night, Pang Yi dreamed that he was not dead yet, and he was not what he is now. He was wandering around the door of the company. Assistant Pei said strangely, who are you? Our President Pang is not here.He went to Secretary Lin again, but Secretary Lin pushed him to the security with a cold face like ice.Pang Yi was in a hurry because he couldn't enter his own company. He tried his best to explain that he was Pang Yi. He was sweating profusely when he saw a handsome young man approaching from a distance. He looked exactly like his favorite style!

Pang Yi took a closer look, it wasn't Song Feile, and he quickly grabbed his arm and sweated profusely to show his identity, but Song Feile showed a cruel smile and sarcastically said, "You don't know?" Do you know you're a fake? What's wrong with not knowing you?"

Pang Yi's lips turned pale, and he couldn't say a word.After digesting Song Feile's words for a few seconds, he jumped up and punched him!Well, you Song Feile, for whom have I been so humbled in this life, you are too fucking unreasonable!

In the dream, I beat Song Feile into a pig's head, and I was proud... Then the phone rang...

Pang Yi was very dizzy, thinking in a daze, what kind of strange dream is this!Also, let’s not mention this run-down hotel, the one facing the street is not good. It’s only this morning, and it’s as noisy outside as if you’re in the middle of the road!

When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Song Feile's call, and his mind immediately regained consciousness.

"Hello..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by fine sand.

Song Feile probably didn't expect Pang Yi's hello to have this effect. He froze for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Where are you? So noisy?" The villa area of ​​Muma Mountain was so quiet that mosquitoes could be heard flying. so lively?

"Me?" Pang Yi's mind froze and he couldn't think. Isn't it because he was in the hotel that he was so noisy.So I replied, "Of course the hotel is noisy."

"What are you doing in the hotel?" Wasn't he at the villa in Muma Mountain last night?Couldn't stand the loneliness all night and went to the room?

Thinking this way, Song Feile showed an unhappy expression that he didn't even notice, and then said, "I'm asking you something."

What am I doing in the hotel?What am I doing at the hotel...by the way, what am I doing at the hotel...?Uh... What am I doing in the hotel... Pang Yi's reflex arc is relatively long, and after thinking about it for a long time, his brain still lacks oxygen... What am I doing in the hotel all the time...?

Song Feile's expression faded, and he couldn't get an answer for a long time, because Pang Yi was obviously absent-minded and slow.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, Pang Yi really can't remember why he woke up in the hotel for the time being...

"Where are you? Mom asked me to pick you up for dinner." Wang Ya called early in the morning, saying that Mr. Wang had gotten better recently and wanted to have a meal with the children.

Just at this time, the room service rang the doorbell, and Pang Yi had to answer the door with his mobile phone in hand, no, no, no!

"Is there someone next to you?" Song Feile asked.

"No." Pang Yi replied.

"Where is it? I'll come and find you."

It took too little time for Young Master Song to take the initiative to find him. Pang Yi woke up now and immediately reported the name of the hotel.Then I hung up the phone and got up to take a shower and planned to change clothes.When I got to the mirror, I realized that I didn't go back last night, and I didn't have to change my clothes.

Is it too late to go out and buy?Disgruntled just didn't fit his tone.

But the foot is still hurting, but better than yesterday.As soon as he finished his hair, Song Feile's call came again. It seemed that he had already arrived. Pang Yi asked the front desk for a car storage service, and then he went downstairs slowly. Because of the gauze on his feet, he walked not so quickly.

Song Feile changed into two sports cars, resting his elbows on the window of the car, and at first glance he looked tall, rich and handsome, extremely aggressive.When Pang Yi came out of the hall, Song Feile found that the other party was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, which proved that he didn't go home at all yesterday, otherwise, according to Pang Yi's smugness, he would have changed his clothes long ago, and still endured the smell of sweat?

Pang Yi got into the car and found that Song Feile had no expression on his face... With a cry of surprise, he closed the car door.Just as I was about to joke a few words, I suddenly remembered that today's original itinerary was to go to the company to deal with matters, and this morning was too late, so I had to explain a few words to Secretary Lin.

So he started looking through the address book, looking for Secretary Lin's phone number.

"Did you get my text message last night?" Song Feile asked, it was to inform him about the meal, and this was the first time that Pang Yi didn't reply to his text message.

ah?Pang Yi flipped through the address book slowly, text message?What text message?

Song Feile smiled as expected, then turned his head sideways and saw a large list of names on the address book that Pang Yi slid his fingers, baby 1, baby 2, baby 3, baby 4...

There are quite a few numbers...

He glanced at Pang Yi, and Pang Yi stared back at him inexplicably.Then Song Feile slammed on the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow flying off the string, galloping on the road.Due to too much inertia, Uncle Pang, who was too late to fasten his seat belt, hit the panel with his head.

it hurts!

What kind of wind is this morning! ! ! !