After being dressed as cannon fodder, I tear up the script

Song Ying was coming from the other side of the corridor. He was still talking to Song Chang'an when he heard Song Jingxi's terrified voice, and his attention was immediately attracted.

Over there, Song Jingxi retreated to the corridor outside the living room, covered his head with his hands and dared not lift it up, and fell to the ground and curled up into a ball.

He was not particularly tall in the first place, and his frame was slender. Sitting curled up on the ground, he looked even more petite and pitiful.

At that time, Song Muchen didn't know that someone was coming, he thought that Song Jingxi's sudden begging for mercy was because he was afraid, so he smiled and walked towards Song Jingxi with strides, "You weren't very powerful just now, are you scared now?"

At this moment there are so many people standing downstairs, Song Muchen is not afraid at all, no matter how painful it was when he used to strike, Song Jingxi would never make a sound, just like just now he used so much force that he wanted to break his arm, he just endured it .

Song Muchen didn't want to do anything at all, the marks made by his hands are too obvious, and people will find out.

Kicking is more convenient than using hands, and it is more powerful and insulting.

The sense of superiority that others can't get will make Song Jingxi feel twice as happy when he bullies him.

Indeed, during Song Jingxi's absence, he hardly had any fun.

Seeing the posture over there, Song Ying realized something was wrong, and said to Song Chang'an, "Grandpa, let me go and have a look."

"Ah."

With the approval of the old man, Song Ying immediately ran towards Song Jingxi.

Over there, Song Jingxi was counting in his heart, and rubbed the ground back a little.

The leather shoes on Song Muchen's feet got closer and closer, Song Jingxi hugged his head tightly, thinking that if Song Ying didn't catch up in time, his face would not be disfigured.

He still likes the skin of the original owner, at least he will feel happy when he looks in the mirror.

Just when Song Muchen raised his foot to kick towards him, Song Ying suddenly said, "Stop."

Song Ying's timely appearance made Song Jingxi heave a sigh of relief. He was not particularly sure that Song Ying would pay attention to his side just now.

Ben also thought that if Song Muchen kicked over, he would roll to the side to hide.

Song Muchen and the others didn't notice Song Ying, but at this moment they were suddenly caught, and their anger suddenly seemed to be waved aside mercilessly.

"Brother, I..." Song Muchen was still quite afraid of Song Ying. Now when he saw someone approaching him, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know whether to make up a lie or not.

But Song Ying didn't scold him immediately, instead he stretched out his hand to Song Jingxi who was on the ground, and pulled him up from the ground, "Xiaoxi, are you okay?"

Song Jingxi's eyes, which were still red from being overly invested in the study, now pre-emptively shed a tear.

He just shook his head but didn't speak, the hair on his forehead was a little messy covering his eyes.

All that was seen were the tears streaming down the cheeks, and the red nose and lips.

He was already beautiful, but seeing this pitiful and wronged appearance made people feel pain in his heart.

"Mu Chen, what's going on?"

Song Ying's originally clear voice sank but was stern and terrifying, Song Jingxi, who was hiding behind Song Ying, now made a grimace at Song Muchen with a confident smile.

Only then did Song Muchen realize that he had been fooled by Song Jingxi.

How could Song Jingxi play such a clever trick in the past, this trick is hard to guard against.

Song Muchen was furious, the side of his face that was slapped by Song Jingxi still hurt, but now the responsibility was entirely on him.

"Song Jingxi, what are you pretending to be?"

Song Muchen just wanted to rush forward to drag Song Jingxi out, but Song Ying stared at him and shrank back.

He had no choice but to stand still and point to Song Jingxi, "He hit me first, brother, you can't just stand by Song Jingxi just because he is your own younger brother."

In the past, the relationship between Song Jingxi and Song Ying was not good. When Song Changan beat and scolded Song Jingxi, Song Ying would not speak out to help. In the eyes of outsiders, the two even hated each other.

That's why Song Muchen dared to stand here and accuse Song Jingxi now.

"Xiaoxi?" Hearing this, Song Ying turned sideways, and wanted to ask Song Jingxi if this was the case, but the other party hid his hands behind him in panic after looking at him.

Only then did Song Ying remember, and Song Jingxi covered his head with his arm, which seemed to reveal a small red mark.

It was too late to ask the ins and outs of the matter clearly, Song Ying worried, "What's wrong? Your hand hurt?"

"No, it's fine..."

Hearing the words, Song Jingxi hid her hands even more, but was pulled out forcefully and carefully by Song Ying, "Look, brother."

The clothes were pushed up a few centimeters by Song Ying, and a red bruise appeared on Song Jingxi's glaringly white forearm, as if a piece of red cloth had been thrown suddenly in the snow, abrupt and weird.

Although this step was also in Song Jingxi's plan, he himself did not expect it to be so serious.

Song Ying's heart ached so badly, his cold eyes swept towards Song Muchen, "What's going on?"

Song Muchen faltered, the arrogance he had shown in front of Song Jingxi just now had completely disappeared.

The few people behind him didn't dare to speak, and they were silent for more than a minute before Song Ying let go, but his tone was still serious, "I'll talk about this later. Grandpa just said that it's rare for everyone to come back. It's okay, we will stay for lunch at noon."

I don't know if he said this to Song Jingxi alone or to everyone, Song Muchen and the others must have heard it, and no one dared to ask any more questions.

Seeing Song Ying leading Song Jingxi towards Song Chang'an, Song Muchen and others never imagined that Song Jingxi, who even his biological parents detested, had such a good relationship with Song Ying.

Song Yang, who stood on the sidelines and watched for a long time, stepped forward, "Brother, did you find that something was wrong with that idiot? Besides, didn't Song Ying ignore him before? Why did he treat him so well all of a sudden?"

Song Muchen panicked, seeing Song Ying leading Song Jingxi to Song Changan, and then Song Changan glanced over from afar.

He couldn't lose his position in front of Song Yang and others, so he could only pretend to be calm, "No matter how wrong it is, he is still a low-grade low-grade product. Didn't Song Ying just say that he will stay for lunch for a while and see how he gets embarrassed .”

Song Jingxi was taken to the room by Song Ying to apply medicine. Just now Song Changan saw that he was injured and didn't say anything, Song Jingxi was a little nervous.

I don't know if Song Changan has discovered that he is acting.

"They bullied you before, and you didn't tell your brother."

Song Ying said, "Now that you know how to rely on your brother, it's better not to tell him."

"..."

Song Jingxi was silent, he didn't know how to answer.

It turned out that the original owner did not tell Song Ying, probably because he felt that no one in the Song family was trustworthy except himself.

Song Jingxi understood how the original owner's crazy character came about.

In fact, just now Song Muchen said something more, he said, "How can you get grandpa's preference for something that even your biological parents look down on?"

These words were like a thorn, piercing into Song Jingxi's heart.

He himself was an orphan abandoned by his parents, so he could more or less empathize with the original owner.

Song Jingxi, who originally thought the original owner was cheap and stupid, suddenly seemed to understand why the original owner liked Xing Wenkang.

It is because Xing Wenkang once gave him a little bit of care that even his parents didn't give him.

Song Jingxi's eyes wandered and he didn't speak for a long while, not knowing what he was thinking, fearing that Song Jingxi would be even more sad, Song Ying didn't speak anymore.

There are many Song families. In the era of the Republic of China, it was probably a big clan.

It was only halfway here today, and a long table ten meters long was seated from beginning to end.

Song Jingxi rested in the room for a while, and when he came down, everyone was almost seated.

Song Ying and Song Chang'an didn't know where they went now, he didn't know anyone at the table except Song Muchen and others, he had seen it in the pictures, but the gap was a bit big, so it was hard to recognize.

"Young master, sit down quickly, the old man will be here in a while."

Seeing that Song Jingxi was still standing there, the servant who came to deliver the tableware reminded him in a low voice. Seeing that he was talking to him, Song Jingxi pulled up a chair and sat down.

The friction between the chair and the ground was not too loud, but Song Jingxi hadn't sat down yet, when he saw everyone's gazes all looking in his direction.

"laugh."

During the banquet, someone made a laugh, and then everyone began to "whisper".

"They both grew up in Song's family, why is he so uneducated."

"The mud can't support the wall, let's see how he explains it later."

"Oh, I've committed the embarrassment again, please remind him."

Song Jingxi heard their words clearly, and before he had time to take the next step, he received a kind reminder from Song Muchen, "Xiaoxi, the seat you are sitting now is my uncle, that is, your father's seat."

But there was no better seat during the banquet, except for this one, there were only two seats left, plus Song Ying and Song Changan were just right.

Song Jingxi suddenly understood that they hadn't arranged for themselves in the first place.

Song Jingxi rubbed her fingers back and forth in her pocket.

"Xiaoxi, why don't you sit down?"

Song Jingxi looked towards the source of the sound. Song Ying and Song Changan were together, and behind them was a serious and abnormal man. Song Jingxi had seen it in the picture. He was Song Ying and Song Jingxi's father, Song Jianye.

It was only when Song Ying finished speaking that he realized that Song Jingxi was standing in Song Jianye's position at the moment. His mind sank and he realized that anger was gathering in his heart, but he didn't explode immediately.

Song Ying's narrowed eyes narrowed, and he smiled, "Who's in line today? I'm afraid it's a little unreasonable. Xiaoxi sits with me, and I'll just ask someone to add another chair."

Song Ying was about to arrange for someone to get the chair, when Song Changan passed by Song Jingxi, he sat down and said, "No need."

As soon as Song Changan said this, although everyone didn't make a sound, they just looked at each other and kept silent.

Song Jingxi is going to be unlucky again today.

Song Muchen sneered, and before the complacency on his face could subside, he heard Song Chang'an continue, "Song Jingxi, go and sit in Song Muchen's seat. Song Muchen goes to the ancestral hall to kneel at noon, and come out after reflecting."