What use do I want this villain to do?

Just like Song Hao, where there is pain, then poke there.

The Song family is different from others. Many things happened in the early years. Those so-called uncles did not know how many times they had eaten in prison when they were young. Can't get it out.That's why the Song family is extremely sensitive to words related to "police station", and it's also why Song Hao was scolded like this last night, humiliating himself in front of the whole family!

Song Hao never expected that he would be exposed by Kong Yangling first, and he was shocked for a moment, but he didn't know how to react.

And the others in the room would not give him a chance to react.

At present, everyone present is a small fan of Kong Jiyuan's brother, and the fanatical energy has not yet come down, how can he be allowed to bully Kong Jiyuan!

Therefore, before Song Hao could turn his back on him, the tea room laughed one after another.

"Oh, I see, it must be that Song Sanshao is used to being a treasure at home, so he relies on his family to support him in everything. Then we are really envious, after all, our family background is not as good as Song Sanshao, You can only learn something by yourself.”

"Wait, Song Sanshao is considered a treasure at home?"

"I'm sorry that I was wrong. Song Sanshao has obtained all his status now. After all, his return to the Song family is not right, and he doesn't know how many difficulties and dangers he has to overcome along the way. Then I will I don't think I understand it, since that's the case, where did our Song Sanshao come from to tell other people whether they have a family to rely on..."

The people present are all elite students with all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor. They are calm and decent on weekdays, and they don't show off their mountains and dews. It's been picked up all over - it's ridiculous, they're all from the same circle, everyone knows everything, and when it comes to birth and family background, no one is five hundred times nobler than him!

Song Hao was obviously also caught off guard by this series of attacks, and after a long time, the surging energy and blood poured into his head, which made him unbearable and furious: "Shut up! Don't think that everyone is like you! "

His family background is indeed Song Hao's untouchable Nilin. His mother's mistress is in charge, and he was an illegitimate child. It took a lot of effort to return to the Song family, and then to develop his own power, and then gradually gain a firm foothold in the family. heel.

But so what, now that he has come to the present with his own efforts, he has justifiably obtained the approval and support of his family, how is this not better than Kong Jiyuan?

What's more, everyone at the scene is empty-mouthed and has no grades, so why should they teach themselves here?

"No matter what, I have now obtained a cooperation with Wen's family. Wen's family, do you know Wen's family? When I was your age, I had already..."

While furious, Song Hao originally wanted to talk about his great achievements.

The content is correct, Song Hao is actually much older than the rich young masters present, almost on the same level as Kong Jiyuan, and he was involved in family feuds early on, and he was involved in business affairs. Many achievements are incomparable to these flowers raised in the greenhouse, otherwise they would not be so arrogant and dismissive of them on weekdays.

But he hadn't even started his long speech, when suddenly a polite and alienated voice came from behind, polite but hard to hide his indifference: "Mr. Kong."

The location of the voice was not far away, and the utterance was exceptionally clear, which made the tea room that was already tense with swords suddenly quiet, and even Song Hao couldn't help but pause.

At first they thought it was Kong Yangling.

But this is very strange, the tea room of Kong Yangling and others is in the penultimate room of the long corridor, Song Hao is blocking their door, and the speaker is coming out of the innermost box, standing behind Song Hao, no matter what No matter how you look at it, Song Hao should be called first. I don't know why he went over him and called Kong Yangling who was the innermost one.

But wait, the other party's name is Mr. Kong...Kong Jiyuan?

Kong Jiyuan's eyelids trembled almost imperceptibly, he was still in the state of watching a play without his business, but somehow he was called by his name suddenly, so he couldn't help but look outside, and then stopped suddenly.

The figure in the corridor was tall and straight, and his face could not be seen clearly against the light, but his identity was revealed in a few words: "Mr. Mr. Wen paid for the expenses, it’s like making friends, and we’ll drink tea together when we’re free.”

Mr. Wen...?

These few words seem to be a bit confusing to everyone, but the person who came didn't intend to explain, he seemed to just say this sentence simply, and turned around to leave after finishing speaking.It was only halfway that he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and glanced at Song Hao, and said indifferently: "Oh, that's right."

The words were still simple, but he didn't know what Song Hao thought of, or even recognized something. When the other party's eyes fell on him, he suddenly straightened his body, as if he was about to usher in some terrible pain judgment.

Afterwards, he heard that voice in a calm manner, and said calmly: "Mr. Wen also said that he didn't even know which unknown small project was responsible for the cooperation between the Wen family and the Song family. He was too lazy to take care of it, but If I hear my name in this form anywhere outside in the future..."

The words are still unfinished, but the meaning is self-evident.

Song Hao's face suddenly turned pale.

"I...I..." It was as if the conjecture that had been pulling him desperately just now was suddenly confirmed, all the strings in his mind collapsed in an instant, his lips trembled violently, and he subconsciously wanted to say something, but Once he thought of the "Mr. Wen" mentioned in the other party's name, his whole body became stiff, and after a long time, he was still unable to move like a mud injection!

And inside the house, it became more and more dead silent.

It's just that the dead silence at this time suddenly adds a bit of horror and dullness to the weirdness just now.No one expected that such a big man would suddenly appear on the stage during their talk. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly turned up the volume in their minds.

Mr. Wen...Mr. Wen...

In such a place, where else is Mr. Wen?

Wen Yue, that is!That's Wen Yue!

The so-called tea room needs to be elegant and secluded, so the whole place has a wide space. The tea room is said to be next door, but the distance is still far away. The wooden door can be easily isolated from all the sounds outside.

It's just that when Shu Yelan came back, those voices leaked into Wen Yue's ears clearly and unmistakably before they were completely blocked. He rested his stomach on one hand, leaning casually by the window made of bamboo, with a strap wrapped around his wrist. The dark red one looks like a braided string obtained from a temple, with a sandalwood Buddhist bead at the knot, as if it has been rubbed many times, making it soft and delicate.

"uncle."

But when Shu Yelan walked in front of him, his heart suddenly rose to his throat, subconsciously lowered his voice, and said cautiously: "The outside has been dealt with."

Wen Yue followed the sound and turned his head sideways.

At this time, the sun was in full bloom, and his face was almost completely shrouded in the sun, showing a glaring feeling that was almost too bright.But when the bamboo curtains behind him were blown by the wind and swayed suddenly to cover the scorching sun behind him, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into extreme shadows, sinking like pitch-black, indelible ink.

But no matter what it is, what hits people is an extremely thick blood and violence.This is very strange, because his facial features are not terrible, even unusually handsome; he is not arrogant, his brows are quiet, and the contours of his face are clear and sharp.

Even the voice was casual and indifferent, as if he didn't care, "Okay, then let's continue."

But this is even more strange.

Shu Yelan knew that his uncle was afraid of making noise, and it was understandable for someone to use Wen's name to embarrass him outside, so he went out to restrain him, but even he didn't understand why it was called Kong Jiyuan's name. Judging from the situation, Kong Yangling was the one who really called the shots, even today's game was saved by her.

But Shu Yelan didn't dare to guess anything.

Even though the uncle in front of me is not much older than himself, when his elders were still alive when he was young, he would often take himself and Wen Jiacai to study together, but the longer I stayed with him, the more I respected and feared him. Under his quiet appearance, he suddenly saw through the origin of the devil-like brutality.

So he could only nod his head and look at Luo Xiang, the trembling man curled up in the corner.

That man was so scared, so scared that when Wen Yue didn't look at him, he wished he could tuck himself in a dark corner and never be found!

But when Wen Yue's gaze fell slightly on him, he was still so frightened that he fell to his knees on the spot, hugging Wen Yue's leg and weeping bitterly: "Mr. Yes, I, I dare not again!"

If there were other people here at this time, they would definitely feel extremely shocked, because at this time, the tearful and shameless man was none other than the boss of Hengye Group, who had made an order some time ago The marvelous feat of the entire circle, integrated nearly nine light luxury industries in just a few months, and became a heavyweight giant with huge assets!

But no matter how heavy it was, in front of Wen Yue at this moment, it was no match for a piece of light paper.

The flimsy document on the desktop that had been placed for a long time fell slowly on his face like a feather. The boss of Hengye wailed until the end. The writing on it, but the more you distinguish it, the paler your face becomes, and your fingers tremble so much that you can't even hold such a light weight.

"Mr. Wen...Mr. Wen!" He broke his voice suddenly, begging desperately as if he was trying to grab the last straw when he was drowning—but if he knew a little more about the person in front of him, he would definitely I understand that at this time Wen Yue still sits here quietly listening to his begging, not because he still has a chance, but because he is very patient.

Also extremely freewheeling.

He stared at Boss Hengye for a moment, then slowly laughed.

"It's up to you whether you sign or not." He leaned back casually, as if he really didn't care about it.Only the bamboo curtains behind him were suddenly blown away by the wind, as if it suddenly added a bit of cruelty almost to the sun in his eyes.

"Anyway, next time, you will die."

Boss Hengye couldn't help being stunned.

The next moment, the feeling of fear and trembling suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the sky, causing his scalp to explode, and even uncontrollable hallucinations like a marquee appeared in his mind—maybe it was just that he was extremely frightened. It is a conjecture generated under the circumstances, but it seems to have happened in real life.

He saw countless similar scenes, whether it was an office, or the lounge of an auction house, or a holiday villa. He knelt in front of Wen Yue and desperately begged for mercy. He thought of countless ways to resist, bloody and treacherous. , violence, but all failed.

This devil named Wen Yue always looked at him with a smile like this, and said slowly: "Anyway, next time..."

But where did it come from next time?

Even in the bottom of Mr. Hengye's heart, at a certain moment, it seemed that this kind of scene had happened countless times.But how is this possible?What he has been thinking about for most of his life, he knows very well in his heart, this must be an illusion, he was actually driven into a daze!He should have known that he couldn't get his hands on his stuff, he should have known...

He raised his head trembling in cold sweat like a waterfall, and saw the shadow in front of him clearly in a trance, and suddenly trembled more violently than a sieve, and let out a wail that he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.