"Mom?" Su Meng was stunned, and her eyes couldn't help but dim.

"Xiyun is also very hard, and there has been controversy in the outside world, don't make trouble. Su Zhengsheng thought of the woman who had been missing for a long time and smiled sweetly, shook his head and wiped the figure out.

"I just don't like her!" Su Meng rarely made her voice louder, which made Su Zhengsheng feel angry for a while.

"She is your mother, you have to respect her!" Su Zhengsheng glared at Su Meng, and then looked at Song Qingzhi, "You have to go back to live, and my wayward son will go back when you go back." ”

"Stinky dad, bad dad, you get me out!" Su Meng didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly yelled. Before Su Zhengsheng could react, he saw Su Meng pick up the vase and smash it to the ground.

"Have you forgotten your identity?!" Being treated like this by his son, Su Zhengsheng felt that he had lost face, raised his arm and threw it over. With a hard slap falling, Song Qingzhi's face was obviously red palm prints, and almost half of his face was instantly swollen.

Su Zhengsheng was a little incredulous, he almost didn't see how fast Song Qingzhi used to hold Su Meng into his arms and block this for him.

Su Meng was still stunned, Song Qingzhi looked at Su Zhengsheng coldly before Su Meng reacted, and said quietly, "Father will leave first today, don't send it." ”

Su Zhengsheng was shocked, when did this little cub have such terrifying eyes? Looking at Su Meng again, his heart was also complicated, and he turned around and left.

When the sound of closing the door came, Su Meng suddenly came back to his senses, and then he wanted to hold Song Qingzhi's face but was afraid that he would hurt, so he cried anxiously.

"Qingzhi! You must be in pain, it's my fault! It's all my fault, I've been causing trouble for Qingzhi!" Su Meng was out of breath crying, and her eyes were red.

Song Qingzhi didn't react to the redness and swelling on his face, and hugged Su Meng and coaxed: "Brother, Qingzhi is not afraid of pain." As soon as my brother cried, it hurt to hold it. ”

Su Meng was taken aback, tried her best not to cry, and held back her hiccups, "That, brother no, don't cry, don't hurt!"

Song Qingzhi laughed and nodded, "Brother is so cute." ”

Su Meng's teary eyes were hazy and she suddenly asked, "Why aren't Qingzhi afraid of pain?"

"Because," Song Qingzhi thumped his chest, "Qingzhi is a man!"

"So, why am I afraid of pain?"

Seeing that Su Meng really thought about this problem, Song Qingzhi felt soft and sad in his heart, nodded the tip of Su Meng's nose, and said with a smile: "Because my brother is a little Song Zi, a little Song Zi who is guarded by Qing Zhi." Just like the princess of peas, the brother should also be a delicate baby. ”

Su Meng's eyes lit up, and then he said anxiously: "What about the ointment! Apply the medicine!

At night, Song Qingzhi was lying on the bed with Su Meng in his arms, hugging him tightly and coaxing him to close his eyes, but he didn't close his eyes at all.

Su Zhengsheng used all his strength, and there was absolutely no mercy on his subordinates. But what he wants to fight is not his adopted son at all, but Su Meng, a son who is already more fragile than ordinary people.

"Master, they're coming!" Xiao Luo ran in excitedly, as if she had seen a life-saving straw.

"So fast?ah, yes, after all, ......" Father Su was taken aback, and then thought that they were all strange people, and they must not be regarded as ordinary people.

Su Meng was quite interested in this young and promising ghost killer, and even his fear was alleviated a lot.

"Aha, this is Su Fu?" A man with a sword on his back strode through the door, his clothes not only untidy, but even tattered. is tall and handsome, and this unobtrusive dress shows the style of Luotuo.

Su's father frowned, and Su Meng knew that his father was rude. Su Meng didn't care, and even had a good impression. He has always hated hypocrisy, and likes mavericks, not to mention that people have unusual abilities.

"May I ask who you are?" Su Meng glanced at Father Su and bowed with a smile.

"Hey, whatever," the man sat down straight, waved his hand, "My real name is Hezhou, just call me Brother He!"

Su Meng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Brother He, it's hard to come from afar, I'll let the house pick up the wind and wash the dust for you!"

Father Su glanced out of the door, and sure enough, a few more people walked in.

A charming woman with a folding fan in her hand, dressed in red, is so gorgeous that it makes people feel dangerous. There is also a young man with many pockets on his body, who is immature and delicate, and his eyes are ignorant and curious.

After the two of them stood still, they looked out the door together, and sure enough, the person who walked in made the room a little distracted.

The figure is slender and slender, with a long sword on his back and black boots on his feet, and a simple green shirt on the young man's body, which reveals a sense of nobility and dust. Looking up, the neck is white, and then the face is angular. This face is really a must, different from Su Meng's soft and delicate, but cold and hard but handsome, a pair of light-colored eyes without waves, just looked straight over. Su Meng was suddenly shocked and forgot to say hello.

Father Su finally hurriedly spoke, and for some reason he looked at this young man and felt a little panicked, "Presumably this is Song Qingzhi Song Gongzi, right?"

Song Qingzhi glanced for a week before he said lightly: "It's down." He glanced at the two beside him and motioned for them to speak. The woman in red folded the fan to half-cover her face, and said delicately: "Little woman Chixin." As he spoke, he threw a wink at Su Meng, with beautiful eyes. The little boy glared at her, smiled and said, "My name is Duanmu Shi, just call me Little Stone!"

Su Mu was really anxious, and hurriedly said: "Then Song Gongzi hurry up and take a look, the family is going to be scared to death!"

Song Qingzhi looked at Su Meng, who was still stunned, and there was a smile in his eyes, "I don't think Su Gongzi is afraid." The three people around him were secretly surprised, he actually smiled?

Su Meng came back to his senses suddenly, scraped the tip of his nose embarrassedly, and then put on a serious face and said: "I'm afraid too!"

Song Qingzhi smiled again, nodded and said, "Okay, okay, you're afraid." The three of them almost suspected that Song Qingzhi had changed his soul, and he was ...... Laughing?

Father Su saw that the attention of this group of people was off, and he finally became anxious, "You better take a look at the situation first, right? As long as my house is clean, you can have as much gold and silver as you want!"

"Yo, you deserve to be the richest businessman!" He Zhou stood up and blinked, "Is this ghost also fond of money, and after he dies, he will open his eyes here?"

Su Meng sneered, and Su's father glared at his son before turning his head and saying, "Don't torture the old man, you heroes hurry up and help the old man!"

"Then let them all withdraw from this mansion, and we will draw a battle for them to protect?" Duanmushi looked at Song Qingzhi and asked.

"No," Song Qingzhi had already recovered his indifference, "Why did those things come?

Su's father and Su mother glanced at each other, and their hearts were raised, they really planned to move out first, after all, peace is more important than anything else.

Xiao Luo's body trembled, and she was so frightened that she hid behind Su Meng, and sobbed: "Then what should we do? What should we do if we are haunted by ghosts?"