The gray morning light blends with the gloomy room.

Under the tranquil clouds, the emerald green acacia in the Song family's courtyard made an almost sharp loud noise.

Song Minghao looked at the hazy skyline with painful eyes, and wisps of green smoke rose from the faint aroma of tobacco, enveloping him in this gray area that released a deadly allure. He didn't know and didn't want to learn to smoke, but he imitated his father's appearance and flicked half of the light gray between his fingers.

The hanging bell above the bedside table rang, and he glanced at the hands of the hanging clock, and the time stood at 2.20 in the morning.

Song Minghao didn't turn on the wall lamp, nor did he change into the ink-colored suit that the Song servant had just ironed out of place for his age, but instead stretched lazily like July, and swam into the warm quilt like a snake again.

"Dad, do you want to explain something to me?" In the tossing and turning dream, Song Mosheng's enlarged handsome face appeared in front of Xiao Minghao's eyes. The playful Song Minghao carefully covered his chin and retracted into the dark and secluded corner under the desk.

"I have checked all the information about the beginning of the Yan's mining disaster, and there are no omissions in the indicators on these report forms, and even every reserve of raw materials is completely consistent with when I was at Yan's. And in the duty diaries of these workers, every clause is tightly sewn without the slightest deviation. So what's the problem, you say?"

The ornate Roman chandelier spiraled upwards in a circle, and Yan Father put one hand on his slightly bulging lower abdomen, and the other hand slowly lifted the hair that had fallen out. In the middle of the cigarette smoke, he slowly turned around, threw the thick folder on the coffee table behind him, and looked at Song Mosheng through the smoke.

Song Mosheng unnaturally stretched out his hand and touched his neck, his hand under the sleeve tube trembled, and his groan-like heavy breathing echoed on his honey-colored face. He wrapped his hands behind his ears, and at the same time, as if something had been stuck in his throat, he froze there in a state of confusion, and his feet trembled and stumbled in irregular steps.

"Hmph, I know if you don't say it. The darkness in his eyes was filled with an obscene aura, and the old man's heavy double eyelids squirmed, and he slowly opened his eyes wide again.

Song Mosheng snorted softly, his shrunken hand tightly twisting the sleeves of his suit that were getting tighter and tighter. In the darkness, his face turned pale with overtly frightened horror.

Father Yan put his hands behind his back, straightened his waist and walked in front of him, he looked at Song Mosheng without blinking, and Song Mosheng instantly frowned and blinked his stiff sword eyebrows, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean grain dripped from his wet hair. He squeezed the crying, sour silent liquid on his pale lips.

"Sure enough, the problem really lies with you. Judging by your expression, it's not like you're a thief. Father Yan put his finger against Song Mosheng's instantly tense arm. As soon as the words fell, Song Mosheng closed his eyes tightly, buried his head in his neck, and bit his lip tightly.

At that moment, the sound of high and low throat clearing mixed with heavier and heavier breathing came into Ming Hao's keen ears under the table, and Ming Hao curiously probed in the direction of the two people talking.

"Speak, speak to me, do you dare to do it? You coward who only hides behind women. How did my precious daughter fall in love with your little white face who has not achieved enough things and has more than enough failures. I'm really blind, I can let you get the first step, and you are shameless about having an affair with an actress. ”

The extremely domineering voice with a touch of irony drifted into Song Mosheng's ears, and Father Yan watched Song Mosheng breathe a sigh of relief with great sadness, and the dark red tears that had just been stored in the tear sac rolled down, burning his carved cheeks, and suddenly, Song Mosheng's skin, which was softer than a woman, tore two dark openings. Xu is movements were too fast, and the moment he suddenly raised his head like an electric shock, there was a sound of something breaking in Ming Hao's ears, and at the same time, Song Mosheng's eyes that had just been scattered gradually brightened.

"Dad, I'm here to confess my mistake to you today. Song Mosheng knelt heavily at his grandfather's feet like a fallen puppet, and he rounded his arm and slapped himself hard 10 times. "This matter is my fault, but I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time, I couldn't withstand the bewitchment of the young masters at such a critical stall, and they promised me that I would definitely get twice the result with half the effort if I succeeded this time. I am also dedicated to Yan's consideration, and I don't want to fall into the trap of others. Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me for the sake of Yaruo and Minghao's face, please forgive me, Dad. Dad, you believe me, those things are really not my original intention, yes, it must be those people who can't see me at all, it must be the surname Li surnamed Pu and the surname Gu surnamed Wang, they bowed my head, I was used as a gun. They clearly looked at me and looked at Yan unpleasantly. ”

Song Mosheng's body trembled violently, and he stumbled over and hugged the old man's slender legs. Seeing this scene, Song Minghao's nose was sour again, and a thin layer of mist was also covered in his eyes.

In the quiet darkness like water, Father Yan's eyes gradually became dull, he trembled his right hand, and said in a gentle and serious tone: "I'm not Yaruo is not so naïve and easy to fool, but I am also a sensible person, since my daughter chose you, then I can not blame everything in the past, I can not send someone to investigate your family background, even if you have that ambiguous black history, I will mobilize everything to help you smooth it out, so to speak, Mo Sheng, I treat you well, our Yan family is worthy of you." But you, why do you do it again and again, do you know that what you do is enough to ruin your reputation. When you were faced with the temptation of money and fame, did you have me as a father in your eyes? Have you ever put yourself in Yaruo's shoes and thought about your own son Minghao?"

The old man bent down and stepped forward to help Song Mosheng up from the ground. His eyes were half-squinted with a cloudy amber light.

"Dad, what am I going to do about this matter? Dad, you will still protect me, right, you can still clear my suspicions, right? Dad, I'm desperate today, don't worry, after this incident, I will definitely change my past, change my mind and be a new person, come to Japan, come to Japan. I will be filial to you, I will live a good life with Yaruo, and we will add two more big fat boys to you. Isn't it your greatest wish that your children and grandchildren will be on your knees? I will satisfy you, please, you will save me again. Minghao, Minghao, he can't live without his father, you can't hand me over, Dad. ”

Song Mosheng's eyes looked directly into Yan's father's somewhat dazed eyes, and the fear and shock he had just had just now completely disappeared at that moment. In the unusually quiet atmosphere, he held Yan's father's hand unhurriedly, maintaining his image as a good son as if nothing had happened. "Dad, son-in-law, I will treat you better than my biological father in the future. ”

"Hopelessly, you have lost your conscience! Mo Sheng, you are going to me to death!"

Father Yan said and covered his heart with his hand, his lips were purple and white. "So many innocent lives have been martyred for your lust, how can you let me forgive you. Even if I can forgive you, those who died in vain, as well as the families of the victims of the mine, can they forgive you?" Father Yan angrily pointed at Song Mosheng's nose and shouted. "Touch your conscience, say such cold-blooded and ruthless words, are you still human?" Father Yan glanced at Song Mosheng who was groveling and kneeling again. "And why did you refuse the material aid of your uncles, and choose the one surnamed Pu? Do you still want to step on the corpses of those poor people and make a windfall? You, you. You're going to be mad at me, you. You said, "You're doing all this for the sake of Yan's good?" Yan's father, who couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't control his fist on the coffee table. The dark night light outside the window shone on Yan's father's pale face, and his face was more transparent than the illusory fog.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Dad, Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore. Song Mosheng stammered for the last time.

The hollow hurricane crept by, and for a while, the beautiful searchlights on the company's exterior wall were like stars on the horizon, twinkling and dazzling.

"I taught you to swim so that one day you drowned Yan. I taught you to be in business so that you could cut off everyone's livelihood. Iniquity, what a iniquity. “

A gloomy look flashed in Father Yan's eyes, and he tried his best to calm down, even though his heart could not be calmed at all.

Xiao Minghao, who was hiding under the table, became nervous, what are they doing, grandpa has a very serious heart disease, and if he continues to quarrel like this, he is afraid that he will faint again due to excessive excitement. But looking at his broken crystal frame, he still didn't dare to get out from under the table.

"I should have thought of it when you deceived Zhenglin and defeated the singer Zheng Qian. You said you were going to break out of a bloody path, and sure enough, your hands were covered in blood. ”

Father Yan was so angry that his bloodshot eyes widened, his face was pale, he grabbed Song Mosheng's collar with a quick breath, and pulled his expensive tie. When his teary blurred gaze met the pair of sharp and deep eyes like a falcon on Song Mosheng's expressionless cheeks, Father Yan's thoughts were suddenly stunned. His knuckles slammed into Song Mosheng's increasingly soft shoulders.

"You don't always make excuses for yourself, you actually do all this, all of them deliberately, what is bewitched by others and what is lowered is just to fish in troubled waters and shirk responsibility. You just passed the door to participate in the Australian gambling and lost 10 million, I didn't pursue you for the sake of Yaruo's birth, but what about you, do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I'm at your mercy? This time, you cut corners, and secretly shrank and withdraw many times, do you say that you don't know the seriousness of the problem, I think you are clearly knowingly committing it. You obviously know how many people you can harm by your approach, but you still have the luck mentality of not being afraid of what happens, where do you say you want to put the company, where do you want to put my old face? ”

The darkness of the night permeated the dead silence of the desperate room. At that moment, the burning pain in his heart made Yan's father's stiff body gradually soften, his back kept touching, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After thinking to himself for a while, Yan's father, who was staring at Song Mosheng, lamented hoarsely: "Every successor of our Yan family has worked hard to build today's glory, but what about you, for the sake of your worthless vanity, you do not hesitate to destroy the company. Even when you go to the underworld, do you think the ancestors of the Yan clan can let you go? Do you think that your little fly camp dog can make the company stand up again? Ah!? Because the Yan family is not your style, it is just a disguise. After all, you hate us Yan. Hey, white-eyed wolf, what a white-eyed wolf. Jaro, you lure the wolf into the house. ”

Father Yan patted the coffee table excitedly.

On a rainy night without lights, the disgusting humid air seemed to wrap around the contour of Song Mosheng's cold chin. And his eyes are like bait with poison. There were tears in the corners of his eyes that could not be concealed, but was that repentance? Is it because he is afraid that he will be blasted out of the Yan family after being made public.

Champagne-coloured curtains ripple in the night breeze, and the warm yellow lights of the room and the flickering street lamps shimmer across the champagne-coloured canvas like reflection in the water. Coupled with the twinkling stars as embellishments, the whole quaint and solemn office is like a golden palace in a fairy tale world.

The two people's swaying eyes collided silently in the thick of the night. Father Yan stared deeply at his enchanting eyes that were like rippling waves.

"Dad, there is one thing that I have to ventilate and confess to you, otherwise you won't be able to see it when you die in the dark. Looking at the layers of mist in Father Yan's eyes, as well as his wide open mouth that couldn't make any sound. He smiled contemptuously. "However, you have to help me clear up the relationship with this matter anyway, after all, these things have happened, and we can't save them, can we? Not only those workers can't be saved, but even Li Minglan, who handled the accident at the scene for me and became suspicious of me, has faded out of people's sight, and it is impossible to open his mouth to speak. You taught me how to do it. Song Mosheng gritted his teeth viciously, and kept approaching Yan's father's gradually dilated pupils.

"You, what do you say. There is no conscience. I didn't know what Song Mosheng's intentions were, he trembled and raised his hands to stop his movements, however, just as he grabbed his shoulders and tightened his fingers in annoyance, there was a sharp pain in his heart. He pinched his neck hard and leaned hard against his ear. In the purple lips, the hot breath was filled with a thick pumping sound. "One day, Jaruo will know all this. Don't think that if you kill my mouth, you can hide from the world. Yan won't let you go. ”

Song Minghao, who was hiding under the table at that moment, was stunned, he was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and his mind was blank.

"Dad, Dad, why are you confused when you are old, you are on the cusp of the storm in front of everyone to head me, do you know the consequences of doing this? Don't forget that I am your own son-in-law, it was you who promoted me to be the general manager of Yan's Minerals, so what I did was also instructed by you, otherwise my son-in-law would not even have the power to pinch to death the ants crawling around in the Yan family, and I did it again." Song Mosheng backhanded Yan's father's arm leaning on his chest, although Yan's father was slightly bent with a pale face, his still gloomy eyes sneered indifferently: "Dad, don't you like to empathize?" Then please think about it from my standpoint, I am a poor beggar living on the street, not to mention becoming the general manager of your Yan family, a son-in-law, and a star who has passed in one day, I am not in vain, but you and the Yan family behind you are different, the decency you fancy is something that is dispensable for me. Do you think that you have become a good businessman who kills your relatives in righteousness? Not to mention whether those people will put the back on your head again, even on the side of Yaruo and Minghao, how do you explain it? Think about it, will your daughter, who has always been in love with me, be martyred and seek death?"

"Despicable and shameless, Song Mosheng, I really never missed you. You really don't have the slightest bit of humanity. The sharp pain made his body twitch violently, and his lips that had just been bruised gradually became terrifying, and even the fingertips that he had sunk deep into Song Mosheng's neck were so dark purple that it seemed to condense the blood of his whole body. If you push harder, the viscous purple blood will burst out.

Song Mosheng clenched his hands suddenly, his eyes full of anger and humiliation. "Sometimes I wonder what you would do if all these things were done by Yan Zhenglin, would you still want to do business and not care about his life or death? Maybe you can take everything on yourself, and you can't wait to pay for him with your life. I really don't understand, it's the same family, why we are so far apart. Father Yan raised his head to look at the increasingly empty white world, and his heartbeat and breathing became more and more messy because of fear. He is like a puppet at the mercy of others, allowing Song Mosheng to be ruthlessly pushed and ravaged. At that moment, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly, "Kill me, hide from Yaruo, and guard the bloodstained money, will you be happy?" At that moment, although Father Yan's gaze was calm, it also penetrated everything that he tried to hide in his heart.

"Don't pretend to be good for me, be kind to me, be kind to me, if you really want to be kind to me, if you are not partial to Yaruo, be my backing and let me fly, do you know what you are good to me in my eyes, like it? No matter how I prove it to you, I am a kite that you hold in your hands, yes, my half son is a cheap labor, a slave to be slaughtered. If you do a good job, you will be embarrassed in public? I am poor, but I am not poor. The heart-tearing pain spread through every cell in Yan's father's body, and his arms slid tightly into the embrace that was about to crush his bones.

Looking at his gradually trance-like eyes, Song Mosheng couldn't hold back the fanaticism just now. At that moment, the same sting lingered in his gaze. "So, shut up, old immortal, haha, little white-faced, white-eyed wolf. Do you really look down on me, on your precious daughter? yes, can hate crush my pain? If you could, I would like you to die right away. Die!"

Under the desk, Song Minghao clenched his mouth that was about to scream in horror, and he shrank there tremblingly.

He watched as his grandfather, who was majestic but full of love, fainted on his back with his mouth slightly open, and passed out in front of his wet eyes.

At the moment when he fell to the ground, the curtain behind him was as cloudy as the lights went off, and they trembled uncomfortably for a while.

"Dad, Dad. What's wrong with you, don't scare me, you must not be okay, Dad. ”

Father Yan lay silently on the cold marble floor, his eyes with blue and purple bags were closed, and his lips were already bruised and covered with black and red blood scars. The chubby face was almost transparent.

Song Mosheng, who had regained his composure, flew over and hugged his body.

Father Yan lay upright in Song Mosheng's arms, his hands hanging loosely on the ground.

Song Minghao's legs trembled so much that he didn't know what it was like to be numb, he struggled several times but couldn't stand up, he had to rely on the strength of his arm to lean on the spacious table and slowly slide back to the most primitive position again and again. He hugged his shrunken shoulders and trembled in panic as he curled into tiny fluffy balls that would not be easily noticed. At that moment, his face was even whiter than Father Yan, who didn't have a heartbeat.

"Dad, Dad. Medicine, yes, take medicine, Dad, sit up and take medicine. Open your mouth, open your mouth, I command you to open your mouth. Song Mosheng broke his mouth hard, and tried hard to do heart compressions for him.

"Dad, you can't have anything, yes, even if you have something, you can't rely on me. Why is everything good to be good for him, it's not fair, it's not fair. Song Mosheng shouted in a hoarse voice. He was still immersed in the fear of Yan's father's death and couldn't be completely calm, he still instinctively unscrewed the lid of the medicine bottle on the table out of fear of sin, and placed it next to Yan's father's nose, which was not breathing.

No heartbeat? Is it dead? It's the father, it's the father who killed his grandfather.

watched Father Yan bounce up slightly again and again, and then fell back to the ground weakly. Eventually, the pale and bruised hand fell high to the ground.

Song Minghao hugged himself tightly, he covered his mouth very hard, at that moment he seemed to have fallen into a cold abyss, except for the darkness in his eyes, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't notice it. From time to time, I heard a terrifying shout. Tears fell silently down his eyes, and he restrained himself from losing his mind, taking deep breaths, and breathing deeply.

"You yourself committed a heinous crime and died in fear of sin. It has nothing to do with me, your death is none of my business, it is those ghosts who have died to ask for their lives. The requisition is coming. Father Yan's eyes were in a panic, and in a hurry, he staggered out of the office.

The beige shirt was wet and sticking to his back, and Song Minghao unbuttoned his coat and changed it again.

The fluttering curtains were swept into the air by the fierce wind, and he looked at the sky and the earth that were suddenly filled with cumulus clouds again.

In the Song Garden,

A huge black shadow swept over Song Mosheng's head. From the track where the wind stopped, he recognized that the person behind him was Song Minghao, who had not talked the day before.

"Father, sometimes I really think you're tired. While holding Uncle Xia's hand, he was caring and considerate. On the one hand, he is talking about the sword and secretly arranging the formation, that feeling is really not like treating each other with all sincerity, but like giving a sweet date to let the other party be driven by you, in my eyes you are like a domineering long-term worker, and he is more inclined to be a slave who obeys his orders. ”

The cold breeze was tinged with a slight chill in the colorful droplets of water.

"Don't forget that Uncle Xia just doesn't have your old scheming, otherwise how could he be driven by you to do so many things for you. No matter what the reason, for a partner with ill intentions, he has been silently and unconditionally supporting you, don't you feel a little guilty about him? I am right, no matter how the Xia clan develops in the future, you will stand up and be the first to reject his access. Is it because Uncle Xia used to be the person you looked down on? He just doesn't have the aura of stardom, he just doesn't have his father's iron fist, doesn't he? Or maybe he just doesn't have your ability to deliberately kill people. Of course, my father didn't hurt people like that once or twice, so how can others compare with you?"

"What are you talking about? Song Mosheng walked a little slower. His eyes were nervous, but he still stood still, waiting for his wonderful performance. "For the sake of a summer and July, do you have to stand on the opposite side of me? Do you know how the old fox of the Xia family is eyeing the Song family, and did he make concessions to the project of Meixin Group at the beginning? He knows that I am determined to win that project, and I have made so many efforts, but what about him? He must compete with me at all costs. Do you know what it means to be in a hurry to be on an equal footing with me? Did he think his arms could be twisted past his thighs? Lawlessness, I had to teach him a lesson, or I would kick my nose in the face. I don't believe that our Song family has lost power, and he can still be so loyal. He and I are both businessmen, and they are not both the most loyal in the face of profit. You just said that he didn't have my sophistication, and I can tell you that kind old fellow wasn't a fuel-efficient lamp, but he wasn't cornered. ”

In the dark corner, pain and anxiety wrapped around Song Mosheng's face. He touched the sweat from the corner of his forehead and reluctantly lifted the corner of his lips.

"Cornered, father, your means have always been to make people have no way out, haven't they? So what is the Xia family in your eyes? ”

Song Minghao's cheeks twitched heart-wrenchingly, and he tried to use some scattered thoughts to change his father's opinion of Xia. "Your grip on me is permanent and unbreakable for Mother. But it doesn't mean that everyone around you and your relationship is the same. Why do you have to let everyone around you obey your commands?And what about Aunt Zheng Qian?Haven't you learned a lesson from her for your stubbornness?" he said slowly.

"Song Minghao, don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Zheng Qian is Zheng Qian, and Xia Qiyue is Xia Qiyue. They are women who can't be equated, do you understand? Through Xia Qiyue, I can restrain the Xia family, and I can also form an alliance with the Xia family, which will grow in the future. No matter how rapidly the business world changes in the future, I will always be invincible. And Zheng Qian is different, she doesn't have any impurities on her body, and I don't allow you to compare anyone with her. Besides, that girl doesn't deserve to stand next to my Zheng Qian. Song Mosheng's words had no change in pitch, and there was no stress, but there must have been an impatient aftermath after the conventional composure.

There was a long silence.

When Song Minghao stopped arguing and repeatedly recalled these conversations with his father, as well as the gossip about Zheng Qian and Zheng Muxuan, the image of a father who was more real than he imagined was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"The endless black bags in the stairwell on the first floor, Nurse Li Minglan gave up the opportunity to be promoted and entered the monastery inexplicably, the bizarre madness of the former superstar Zheng Qian, the secret of the illegitimate child, and more... ”

"Yes, and Aunt Zheng Qian, didn't you just say that she doesn't have the slightest impurities? Why does the son seem to be no different from Qiyue, they are both dolls to be manipulated by others? However, the son is not a father, and he can't do the thing of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. ”

"Don't force me, don't look at you as my son. Song Mosheng glared at him, his eyes ready to pounce on his throat like a dying animal.

And Song Minghao seemed to be tightly strangled by someone, and even his breathing became intermittent. He continued to recall that countless nights in amazement he had listened to those ridiculous words that Xia Qiyue had said into the air, and at that moment Song Minghao had a thought for the first time, why every outsider related to the Song family had the illusion of nervous disorder. It turns out that there is no illusion in the Song family, maybe some of the conversations in the dark are some different epiphanies. Of course, the nonsense told by the air man may have already tempered the relationship between his father and those who were not related. After all, his grandfather was killed by his father's anger, and that nightmare reminded him. You have to believe that your father is really a sanctimonious and well-dressed beast.

"Father, I want to know if your family is really your family, and why you told me the other day that you didn't know about the past. Even the eyes of your relatives can be blindfolded, maybe you have chosen to deceive and hide from everyone. It's not that you don't love others, you're a crippled person who doesn't even look down on yourself and doesn't love yourself at all. ”

Song Minghao exclaimed, and the feeling of conviction at that moment once again washed over his sharp heartstrings. If the father's story makes sense, then the father's selfish behavior can also be understood. So who are they, are they Zheng Qian's family? Do you have any other secrets that we haven't dug up yet? Father, you have hidden so much for all these years. What is it for? Judging from his father's choice of Ming Hao's future other half, his father cares a lot about his identity? It turns out that you are extremely insecure and greedy, which causes your psychology to change too much. In fact, if you don't care, no one will care for you. ”

A crooked smile swept across Song Mosheng's face, and his heart swelled as if it would pass through his ribs at any moment.

"Just because she doesn't care doesn't mean that Yan doesn't care, don't be stupid, child. Do you think there really is a happy love fairy tale? Part of it is accidental, part of it is the necessity of exhausting the organs. It's just that when things are a foregone conclusion, what is beautified and whitewashed becomes a fairy tale, otherwise it is a farce contrary to reality. ”

Song Minghao also hugged his majestic body with his backhand. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Song Mosheng had also been staring at his face, and at that moment, his ghostly wry smile made him suddenly realize what an abominable face his father had under his mask. He hesitated, as if he had fallen into a black hole that had been designed for a moment.

Song Minghao's eyes were wide open, and he tried very hard to look at the terrifying thing in his father's dark pupils like suckers.

"Then the first thing you calculated was the Yan family, right? But at that time, you could already appear on the same stage as Aunt Zheng Qian. With your and Aunt Zheng Qian's abilities, you don't have to take Yan's move. There must be a lot of other things in between that interfere with your choice, and I don't think it's necessarily just the Yan family that you're deceiving. Why do you hate the Yan family so much, there must be such a big mistake, so that the Yan family has no possibility of making a comeback. And you don't care about my mother's feelings either? You have never given me warmth like an ordinary father, you have never stood in front of me as a hero to protect me from the wind and rain. What about Aunt Zheng Qian? What about that child? You love him so much, why don't you leave the Song family and go to them to reunite. It's all an excuse for you to prevaricate. Now I don't want to care about how much debt you ever owed, I just want to know if you're going to do it again?"

Song Mosheng gently picked up Song Minghao's face and buried him between his cold hands.

"Dead boy, shut up. Shut up. ”

Song Mosheng shouted like a ghost. "You are not qualified to disobey me. ”

"Why do you want me to shut up, you've done it all, haven't you? So mom, she, she's just a scapegoat imagined by you because you refuse to face the fact that you hurt Aunt Zheng Qian. Maybe she didn't have clean hands before, but Aunt Zheng Qian's most heart-wrenching knife must have been stabbed by your own hands. Otherwise, that poor brother wouldn't have gone out of his way to embarrass you. Behold, all this is your own iniquity, and now you will be rewarded upon your father. Yes, I did see my brother, and he will sacrifice his mother under the Nine Springs with your blood,"

That deep pinch made Song Minghao feel dizzy. Song Minghao gasped for breath in pain, and before he could react, Song Mosheng's smooth forehead was already lightly leaning against the tip of Minghao's warm nose. He smiled and looked at Song Minghao's pupils that were slowly dilating due to fright. This time he didn't want to refute it at all.

"Is it really as simple as Dad taking July home to enhance the relationship between me and July? Is a capital chain because of the warning of that project? July also has a heavy role for you, it is a hostage, and it is a winning bargaining chip when you negotiate with Xia, right? In this way, the Xia clan will still be treated by you first, right?"

Seeing that Minghao had already guessed Song Mosheng's plan, he stared at Song Minghao for a long time, and smiled tentatively. "You have a lot of potential for me, and you dare to speculate on my mind at a young age. As a young man and an old man, the future must be bright. ”

Song Minghao struggled to swallow, biting his plump lip tightly in an attempt to keep his facial muscles tense.

"But I'm going to disappoint you, I'm not you, not your vile filth. Of course, even if you're in the mood, I still can't learn. The paths are different, and it is difficult to conspire. ”

Ming Hao's eyes shimmered sharply in the darkness of flint.

"Isn't it too early to give me such a serious answer now? Little one, who knows if you will be like me in the future, after all, half of your veins are also in my blood. It is the blood of the sin you despise the most. ”

"No, absolutely not. It's over, it's time for my father's ambitions to come to an end. Song Minghao, who was shackled by his wrist, roared lowly, his jaw was unnaturally tense, and his lips rolled up angrily.

After the deafening crash, Song Mosheng let go of the hand that was tightly strangled on Song Minghao's wrist, and he covered his eyes and let out a lightning laugh.

Song Minghao shrunk his neck lowly, and he shook his head vigorously trying to let the congealed air plug his ears.

Song Mosheng pulled Song Minghao's face back with one hand, forcing him to look at him intently all the time. And the other hand reached out to the petite body of July behind the murmuring water.

"Do you think I'm the kind of superficial person who thinks only of one thing and doesn't think about the other? The only people in this world who can restrain my precious son are two women who don't matter to me. However, with Yan Yaruo's physical condition, it may not pose a threat to you in the future. But she must be the best alternative. As long as you have her in your heart for a day, this hole card will never be turned over. No matter how righteous you are, you will definitely not gamble with this person's safety. Then you're not playing between my applause. I know you saw a scene when you weren't supposed to see it when you were a kid, but that's okay, I'll put it all in her account for you. ”

These words rubbed out from between Song Mosheng's gritty teeth, and it was really like a magnet that hit the endgame.

"Whatever you calculate, I won't let you succeed. Song Minghao watched Song Mosheng's reaction vigilantly, of course he expected to provoke his father, but when he looked at his father's calm and conspiracy face. His lips slowly contorted with horror. And the sorrow from the heart also squeezed out the panicked mouth.

"For I know you, once you have it, the honour and the medal are your treasures, and all the efforts of others are in vain, and perhaps at that moment you will laugh and feel desolate for their ignorance. But if the other party is free from control and becomes a wild horse, then the traitor will definitely try his best to nail him back to the carefully designed pillar of shame in the contract of life and death. You are blessed to always stand under the right banner because you are at the helm, enjoying the rain and dew, and quietly this world has been killed by you without a trace of dissent, then he will only have one identity wherever he goes - the betrayer of the Song family, and what others want to know more than the truth of the matter is, of course, what he has made to make a heinous mistake to you, a famous person. Father, in your eyes, the world is a patchwork of gray plates, and everyone living on this swampy continent is not your friends and relatives, they are only in a relationship with you that is simply hunting and arresting. You may find a partner to resonate with because of the food chain, but as long as everything goes in your favor, you will not mention them because you are the man who eats the feast of the sea and the sky and is stingy with the cake of others. You always want to transplant the blueprint in your head into everyone's brain and press the shortcut, and you desperately want everyone's brain to be crawling with chips that invade people's thoughts. It's as if you're a cold-blooded and ruthless regional judge, and everyone you're connected to should jump into your pool of cursed blood without hesitation, scrambling to become the first to feed you. In this way, the Compassion becomes a laughable one-act play in the eyes of a brutal executioner like you, and those who have a completely different opinion from you are more absurd and ugly than the Jumping Clown. At first I only thought my father was unkind, but now I realize that you have cold green blood in your bones. Don't you take into account the ten-year friendship between the Xia family and our Song family? If this is really the opposite, I will not block my father's decision. Song Minghao frowned, and his voice became stiff because it was too cold. Even the politeness of pretending to be respectful has become more warlike due to the change of focus.

The sun shines on the rippling fountain pools, splashing to the beat of the music.

"Frankly, I really don't understand why you always have to hold your prey into a meatloaf. Song Minghao sniffed violently, his voice was extremely unnatural, and even his grinning lips were as stiff as ice chisels.

Song Minghao stood there motionless like a statue, his dark eyelashes trembling violently, the bags under his eyes were dark purple, his lips were dry and slightly cracked, and his whole face looked like the skin on his chest was as bright as marble—there was a small pile of white stuff under his feet. The light reflected off the plaza walkway onto his skin, glowing slightly.

"Only in this way can I rest assured, just now you said that Zheng Muxuan is your brother, maybe there will be a very unforgettable emotional entanglement between you and him? ”

Song Minghao grabbed the fingertips that overlapped behind him. At that moment, his father's steps were so heavy that he was a little caught off guard. He didn't turn his head, and in a panic, the delicately decorated brocade box in his hand fell into the dark cyan weeds behind him with a "pop".

"Why don't you sit down together and kill a game. ”

In the shadows, Song Mosheng's face was grim, and his eyes were gloomy and gloomy like a vulture from the Shura Palace.

"Father, as your son, I won't speak to you without honorifics, and whether it is unintentional or pretentious, the matter of the shareholder's withdrawal from the Xia family has been decided. I just want to know that you promised to go to Uncle Xia early this morning... Then you, will you deliver on your promises. Song Minghao frowned, and after hesitating for a moment, he chose not to confront Song Mosheng head-on. At least until he was in his fledgling, he didn't want to dwell on him too much.

"What are you doing for Uncle Xia? Song Mosheng slowly bent down and tightened his fingers on the brocade box, but when he heard Song Minghao's question, his slowly straightened back was suddenly stunned. He glared at Song Minghao with his eyes full of fire.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do to get your way?" the two stood staring at each other, his smile filled with sadness. "Have you made all my preparations go to waste? Then you must show your sincerity as well. ”

"However, from your point of view, compared to the long-term dominance in the career field, it is more necessary to get the favor of that girl? Fortunately, now that I am sitting in this position, otherwise I am really worried that the direction of the Song clan will not be cheaper than my opponent. You said that you can be my negotiator without such a pattern? Don't try to challenge my authority, boy, learn a little. ”

Song Mosheng's deep eyes instantly became even more terrifying, and the pitch-black shirt that was close to his keto body could cover his jelly-like proud body, but it couldn't stop the wolf thoughts that had been hidden in his handsome body for a long time.

Song Minghao's eyes rolled, and sweat the size of a bean grain appeared on his ice-jade-like warm forehead. "Father was kind enough to clean up the mess for Uncle Xia, and Uncle Xia should be grateful to Dade. Obviously, Uncle Xia himself made things miserable, and his father helped him generously for the sake of many years of friendship, so how could Uncle Xia turn back. My father helped him stop the toppling mansion, and I think that the Xia clan will definitely stand on our best side in the future business war. ”

Song Minghao said in a low voice, at this moment, he didn't dare to meet his father's dark eagle eyes. "With me, it's not another bargaining chip. July is the only daughter of the Xia family, and this transaction will definitely not be lost. ”

Song Mosheng's dilated eyes slowly tightened. He half-squinted at Song Minghao, who was as sluggish as a puppet beside him. "Put yourself in the right position, as my son Song Mosheng, you can only turn your elbows towards me in this life. Got it?"

"Father. ”

Song Minghao bit his lip tightly, he pulled his shirt hard, and he carefully pressed the resentment hidden in his chest.

"You should know that protecting me and maintaining the face of the Song family is also protecting yourself in disguise. ”

Song Mosheng walked around to Song Minghao, he lowered his head and opened the brocade box, "It's so beautiful, you and Xia Qiyue's girl have only known each other for a long time and gave her a wishing bone made of ivory, it seems that you have put a lot of thought into her." ”

"Father, I, I am ... Song Minghao stammered nervously. That sad tone was as if he was in the summer heat and would faint with his head down at any moment.

"Hmm!" Song Mosheng turned to look at him, he raised the brocade box in his hand, and said with a deep smile on his face: "But I hope that girl can eat your set, otherwise she is destined to raise a good son for others, I have used this thought Dad once, you are still young and compared to Dad and I are a little less exciting." When it comes to pleasing girls, I've always used skill instead of expense. ”

Song Mosheng stabilized Song Minghao's shoulders and straightened his tie for him. Then he stimulated him coldly as if he had found Song Minghao's weakness: "Others say that you are very similar to me when I was young, you better not let me hold my head up in front of others." ”

Father's voice was as low as night.

"Do you think you won between you and me today?"

Song Minghao looked at him in a daze, he was confused by Song Mosheng's question. "Isn't it?" Song Minghao didn't understand his father's intentions, and he asked suspiciously.

"Ming Hao, have you ever played cards?" Song Mosheng played with the two wishing bones, and under the bright sunlight, the pair of wishing bones shone with crystal light. "The code card looks at the rules, the rules are set by people, who is the authority in this circle naturally has to listen to whom, since you just said that he and I are a chess difference, then he naturally has to listen to me. As for the dispensability of that project, I just had to set things right today. And you just stopped Xia from seeing a card of my intelligence. ”

Song Minghao's dark eyelashes trembled violently, he didn't understand what his father meant, so he had to nod and stand next to him and continue to remain silent.

"I didn't understand, I wanted to get by. It's a pity that the chess game is like a battlefield, if you don't move, the opponent will have the possibility of rapid change. A famous teacher must be a good apprentice, that is because you are self-righteous and hold a card called a hole card, and he does not rely on the skills you taught him, and gambles on luck. The style of the cards is weird, the moves are sharp, and sometimes it is just as good as playing steadily. Also, everyone goes forward and follows a road called ordinary, but ignores the special people who overtake in corners. Rampage sometimes breaks the head and bleeds, but the end of the strange road is bound to be the same. This is the hole card that your Uncle Xia has hidden the deepest. It's a pity that I saw it, and you don't even want to look at it. Song Mosheng smiled faintly. "Now, do you still think that the rules handed down are a gift from nature? In this way, it seems that listening to him or listening to me, I still have the same lineage, if you Uncle Xia's small and broad tactics break up my step-by-step formation. Then today, it's Xia Qiyue trying to intercede for you Song Minghao. But do you think that if I stand in a passive position today, Xia Qiyue will be as kind as you to intercede for the future husband's family? Let me tell you that my husband will always be an outsider, like a watchdog bolted to the door. ”

Facing his father's condensed gaze, Song Minghao's gaze quickly darkened. There is a deep pain called devouring the bone marrow.

The silent path, except for the leaves swaying in the wind, and the tireless neighing of knowing, was empty and there was not even a single figure.

Song Minghao's throat made a "硁硁" sound, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Still". Song Mo said calmly. "Of course, I hope that his muzzle will not really be aimed at you and me, after all, there is no father and son in the card game of life, not to mention the encirclement. In-laws are just a hidden card of the rights and interests of the matter, if there is a more subtle raise, no matter how beautiful the years are, I am afraid that you are engrossed in this game of chess, and the other party will not give you a chance to win. Song Mosheng changed his context, and his gaze calmed down. "After all, don't you think you're going to be emotionally bonded? I still say the same thing, no matter how dirty in your heart is me, your mother and I are better than all people with foreign surnames. They are the real unreliable. ”