The He family's mansion is located next to the Dongjiang River of the tributary of the Yancheng River in Nancheng District, and the Dongjiang River is twisting and meander when you go out.

At this moment, in the backyard of the He family's mansion, in an elegant courtyard with the fragrance of plants and flowers, a gray-haired old man was lying on a rattan chair, fanning his pu fan gracefully.

Once this old man is old and weak, he can't blow the air conditioner, and his favorite thing to do is to fan the wind with a pampa fan to drive away mosquitoes.

It was evening, the sun on the hill had not yet completely set, the old man was sleeping as if he was not sleeping, and the courtyard was quiet and peaceful.

But the peace didn't last long, and it was broken by a rather hurried footsteps.

Soon a figure appeared in front of the door of the small courtyard, and without saying any rules, he pushed the door and walked straight in.

"Dad, there's something I have to discuss with you!"

He Qingsong's voice was a little hurried, just along the way just now, the uneasiness in his heart was a little worse, his eyelids jumped wildly several times, and an ominous premonition always lingered in his heart, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

"What's the matter?"

The old man had obviously been woken up by him, and spoke slowly, with a look of displeasure on his face, and some blame looked at this eldest son who was so old and not heavy.

"Dad, I can't tell you for a while, but I feel that something big is going to happen to our family!" He Qingsong spoke out hurriedly, and his voice was a little hideous.

"To make it clear, I have lived to a dog at such an old age, hum! What kind of system! Say, what is it?"

The old man of the He family turned over and sat up, snorting coldly, with a calm look in his eyes.

He Qingsong was yelled at by the old man, and finally came back to his senses, and said in his heart What is wrong with him, how can he be so flustered?

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to think so much, paused, and thought slightly in his heart, and then said to the old man: "He Hong's kid had a conflict with a person in the school today, and that person said a word when he left!"

He Qingsong swallowed his saliva, glanced at the old man, and did not continue.

"What a word, you said!"

This old man of the He family is also a violent temper, although he has cultivated himself for so many years, it doesn't seem to have played a role, and the pu fan in his hand was thrown towards He Qingsong.

He Qingsong was smashed, but he didn't dare to complain, looked at the old man's cannibalistic gaze, and hurriedly said all the words behind.

And he said, His name is Ho... He Yuanshan will come to see him within an hour!"

He Qingsong lowered his head and said quickly, he could already guess that the old man was definitely going to get angry, but after waiting for a long time, the old man in front of him didn't make a sound, so he had to look up at the old man.

I saw that after he finished speaking, the old man didn't say another word, but fell into deep thought with his brows furrowed.

It's just that he thought about it for a while, and he didn't seem to come up with a reason, his brows gradually relaxed, and he slowly leaned back on the rattan chair, and said to He Qingsong: "Isn't it just my name, what's so strange about my name, I can't let people call it!"

The old man waved his hand, but he didn't care.

"It's such a little thing, look at your surprise, I thought the sky was falling, what is the name of that kid, you can tell me!"

The old man closed his eyes again, obviously he didn't pay attention to such a trivial matter, and if he could live to his age, how could he care what others said about him outside, as long as he didn't insult him in front of him.

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to say anything, He Qingsong's tense heart could be regarded as relaxed. The whole person also regained his elegance as a successful businessman, and he quipped to the master: "It seems to be the waste of the Lin family that has been ridiculed by people in the early years!"

"What!"

"Teng!"

I could only hear the sound of "Teng!" The old man who had just fallen on the rattan chair jumped three feet high and jumped up directly from the chair after hearing He Qingsong's jokes, and his hair almost stood on end.

"Say what you say, say it again!"

The old man stared at He Qingsong with a pair of frightened eyes, and shouted quickly.

He Qingsong was obviously taken aback by his father's move, he saw that his father's cloudy old eyes were bigger than a bull's eye at the moment, and he already felt that something was very bad in his heart, and he didn't dare to have any hesitation at the moment, and said quickly: "Listen to He Hong's kid, say this... This is the waste of the Lin family, it seems to be called Lin Yun..."

He Qingsong carefully repeated it again.

"Shhh

The old man of the He family almost lost his breath and fell to the ground, He Qingsong hurriedly stepped forward to support his father, and asked He Yuanshan quickly: "What's wrong? What's wrong..."

"Prepare the car!"

The old man roared at He Qingsong.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Where did He Qingsong dare to be lazy, he waved his hand at the subordinates who ran over and said, "Prepare the car quickly and go to the hospital!"

Then He Yuanshan heard He Qingsong say this, his face turned red again, obviously in a hurry, he kicked He Qingsong's body, and yelled at him: "Go to your mother's hospital, go to the hospital again, the He family will be finished, go find Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin, which Mr. Lin?"

He Qingsong didn't turn a corner at this time, his usual eight-sided exquisiteness is more like a child who has never seen the world today.

"Mr. Lin is the waste of the Lin family in your mouth!"

He Yuanshan coughed violently twice, obviously choking on anger!

"It's that Mr. Lin!"

He Qingsong seemed to think of something, and his face turned as white as the old man, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying, and a cold sweat surged out of his forehead in an instant.

"Why don't you call that rebel and ask when this happened!"

He Yuanshan clutched his violently undulating chest, and roared at He Qingsong again.

"Oh oh oh!"

He Qingsong finally came back to his senses from the three words "Mr. Lin" just now, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and quickly dialed He Hong's phone.

At this moment, He Hong, who was bragging to a few followers in the dormitory of Tunghai University about how he had deceived his father with two birds with one stone today, was talking about the spittle when his mobile phone suddenly rang.

He Hong took out his mobile phone and saw that it was his father calling again, and he laughed at a few followers with his eyebrows fluttering: "My dad must have come to ask me what to do with this kid!"

Without any hesitation, the phone was quickly connected.

"Dad, why did you call again!"

He Hong asked with a grin.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous roar on the other end of the phone.

"Rebel, tell me quickly, when did Mr. Lin tell you this?"

"Mr. Lin?"

"Which Mr. Lin?"

He Hung is not his son, and he asked the same question as before, but he really didn't know where Mr. Lin was.

"It's the Mr. Lin who clashed with you just now!"

Roaring continued.

"Oh, you said that Lin family waste, he..."

"You fucking giggle with Lao Tzu again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu chopped you with a knife!"

Before He Hong finished speaking, a thunderous voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, which finally scared He Hong.

He immediately understood what had happened, and then he heard his father's roar, and he was afraid for no reason, so he hurriedly said, "It seems that I have been here for more than half an hour!"

After he finished saying this, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and after the silence, a pale voice appeared on the phone.

"Rebel, you have listened to me, now, immediately, immediately go and find Mr. Lin for me, do you understand?"

"Listen... Got it!"

He Hong didn't hear that this was his grandfather's voice, and at this moment he was already terrified in his heart, and cold sweat was pouring down from his forehead.

"Little rabbit, if you can't find Mr. Lin, I'll pick your skin with my own hands when I come back!"

"Knock Knock"

The phone was rudely cut off, leaving only the He family who was standing in place in a cold sweat, and the group of stunned fox friends and dog friends!