"I said, I said!" Qin Wang on the side suddenly interjected anxiously: "As long as you give me money, I will say anything." Su Yiqing, she ......"

"Son!" Qin Qingling hurriedly covered Qin Wang's mouth: "What is she, she is your daughter-in-law, don't forget." If you let her go, are you going to beat the bachelor for the rest of your life? If I die, who will take care of you and who will take care of you. ”

Qin Qingling pulled Qin Wang tightly, gritted her teeth and said.

Qin Wang pushed Qin Qingling, gritted his teeth and scolded Qin Qingling angrily: "Her life is almost gone, what's the use of you keeping her." After speaking, he turned to Song Yiheng: "President, I'll tell you." The real Su Yiqing died a long time ago. Fifteen years ago, my father picked up a girl in a flash flood, and she was raised in place of Su Yiqing. ”

Song Yiheng's eyes narrowed, so it was.

Seeing that Song Yiheng's expression was relaxed. Qin Wang pushed the wheelchair to Song Yiheng: "That'...... "Qin Wang was driven crazy, like a withered walking corpse, and he was not angry at all.

Song Yiheng raised his eyebrows, took out a check for three million and threw it to Qin Wang's hand: "Remember, with this money, all the grievances and grievances between you and Su Yiqing will be written off, and there will be no more connections." If you still harass her, I'm afraid there will be no place for you to stand in this world. ”

Qin Wang held the money in his hand and looked at Song Yiheng gratefully. Although he is disabled, he has a strong desire to survive. As long as you can give him a glimmer of life, let him endure the humiliation as much as he wants. Can...... Qin Wang, where is it so easy to give up and let Su Yiqing go.

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The gongs and drums are noisy, the incense is burning, and the momentum is huge.

The Song family worships their ancestors, a lot of tedious things, and Song Yiheng is a little dizzy.

In the magnificent ancestral hall, a dazzling array of offerings are lined up on a huge pear blossom wood altar. The Song family worships their ancestors and gathers thousands of descendants surnamed Song from ****. Looking up, the mighty people, kneeling and knocking, the scene was shocking. Whereas...... The person kneeling in the first place was none other than Song Yiheng.

It is said that the ancestor buried in the ancestral tomb of the Song family was a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty, and this majestic and magnificent megalithic tombstone was repaired after his death. After the change of dynasty, this tombstone was abandoned for a long time, until Song Zhenshi rose the Song family and returned to his hometown, and then the ancient tomb was renovated, the Song family ancestral hall was built, and the descendants of this Song branch were gathered.

These men who can kneel here are all descendants of the surname Song. In fact, if these people weren't greedy for the relationship of the Song Group, maybe they wouldn't even be lazy to set foot here today. I came here just to get a piece of the Song Group.

After Song Yiheng lit the last incense, he was surrounded and walked out of the ancestral hall. Those who were still kneeling on the ground and couldn't even rank up in a serious position all stared at Song Yiheng with wide eyes. They can only see Song Yiheng once a year in the few hours that the Song family worships their ancestors. The descendants of the Song surname who appeared here have more or less received some care from the Song Group, but Song Yiheng is still out of reach for them.

When resting in the side hall of the ancestral hall, a group of old people in charge of the ancestral hall in the clan surrounded him. Song Yiheng listened to those flattering voices, and his heart was indifferent, but he didn't show his face, and he still treated those who made him irritable politely.

At this time, a figure flashed into the side hall of the ancestral hall.

Song Yiheng frowned, and his face immediately sank.

The old men around Song Yiheng saw Song Yiheng's face change suddenly, and immediately shut up and made an excuse to leave.

After the people left, the person who entered the door later found a chair opposite Song Yiheng and sat down.

Song Yiheng tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile: "What are you doing here?" A person with a foreign surname is not qualified to stand here at all.

Yan Hezhi smiled coldly: "Old Song called me." I was somehow asked me to come here for no reason. As he spoke, he raised his head and glanced at the huge portrait of his ancestors hanging in the center of the side hall: "Probably you really regard me as a son." I think I have a foothold in this ancestral hall of the Song family. ”

Song Yiheng clenched his fists. His eyes were cold: "Yes, congratulations, you finally got your wish." Song Yiheng still remembers that when Yan Hezhi married into the Song family with his mother, two people of similar age seemed to be a pair of "brothers" who seemed to be amiable in front of people, but they fought with each other behind their backs, and they competed with each other.

"Actually, I'm here for two things. Yan Hezhi's deep voice sounded slowly: "You...... Where did you hide Su Yiqing?"

Song Yiheng picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and stared at Yan Hezhi with cold eyes: "Su Yiqing has nothing to do with you, and you can't take care of her affairs." ”

Yan Hezhi sneered coldly, he hated Song Yiheng's eyes like no one.

"She is Yao Baxiong's daughter, and Yao Baxiong entrusted me to bring her back. ”

Song Yiheng was calm: "Didn't the paternity test come out?" Su Yiqing and Yao Baxiong are not related by blood at all. ”

"The paternity test was just dropped by Yao Mulan. Su Yiqing is Yao Baxiong's daughter. Yan He stood up and said with a fierce look in his eyes.

The-for-tat confrontation between the two people ignited a puff of gunsmoke in the side hall of the ancestral hall. Let the people who were guarding outside, waiting in line to see President Song, have palpitations and dare not take a step.

"Really, so what......" Song Yiheng said and looked at Yan Hezhi with a sneer. A little contempt, a little sarcasm...... Such a gaze is indifference and disdain for Yan Hezhi's nakedness.

"...... you" Yan Hezhi frowned, resisting the urge to step forward and beat Song Yiheng. Soon, though, the anger subsided.

"Hide it, I'll get Yiqing back sooner or later. Yan Hezhi looked condescendingly at Song Yiheng who was sitting on the Taishi chair, and there was an unpredictable playfulness in his eyes for a moment: "Song Yiheng, tell me...... If one day, I take everything from you. What will happen? Probably...... In the future...... This Song family ancestral hall is not so lively. ”

Song Yiheng raised his eyebrows disapplausively: "I'll wait." ”

Yan Hezhiyin smiled and asked, "Yan Men, you know!"

Song Yiheng's eyes shook when he heard this. "Yanmen" is a new enterprise that has only developed in the past few years, and it is a leader among companies with good qualifications. I grabbed a few big orders with the Song family, so Song Yiheng paid special attention to it.

"Old Song has secretly paid me a lot of money since five years ago, and I ...... outside the Song family" Halfway through the words, Yan Hezhi carefully observed the subtle changes in Song Yiheng's expression: "Another "Yan Gate" has been established. …… Look at me all these years and work under you, in fact...... I've been running new businesses out there non-stop. and transfused blood from the Song clan to Yanmen. ”

Although the voucher alone cannot compete with Song Yiheng with "Yanmen", it is ...... If it's a collaboration with Yao's. Little by little, the foundation of the Song Group will be pried, and the Song Group will collapse sooner or later.

Song Yiheng's eyes narrowed. It seems completely unexpected. Since entering Song's house, Yan Hezhi has been indifferent to Lao Song, but he didn't expect that Lao Song would quietly transfer the group's assets to Yan Hezhi. Lao Song likes to donate, and he donates tens of millions of dollars to hospitals and bridges...... must have been a hindrance from it, and transferred the money to Yan Hezhi.

Yan Hezhi pulled back the drama and hooked the corners of his mouth: "I want the company, Su Yiqing...... I want it too. ”

Song Yiheng couldn't listen to it anymore, so he suddenly stood up and stood opposite Yan Hezhi.

Yan Hezhi touched Song Yiheng's reverse scales, and Song Yiheng couldn't hold his breath. A pair of cold eyes stared straight at Yan Hezhi: "Su Yiqing, you don't want to find it, as for ...... Firm...... Maybe before you could move a single hair of mine, you'd already be bruised. ”

"Really?" Seeing that Song Yiheng was blowing up his hair, Yan Hezhi was happy. The corners of his mouth sneered: "Don't be at that time, cry like when you were a child, cry your father and ask for comfort." ”

Song Yiheng saw that Yan Hezhi was so arrogant, and a wave of anger surged in his chest and abdomen. His fists were tight, and he always wanted to go over and beat him.

I still remember when I was a child, he often played the image of a gentle and obedient good boy in front of adults. And when he was in school, he was messing with some bad students and conspiring to calculate himself.

"Yan Hezhi. Song Yiheng suddenly strode up to Yan Hezhi. His eyes were so cold that he could kill people, and suddenly he ...... He raised his fist in the air, intending to swing it towards Yan Hezhi's cheek.

The air in this side hall instantly froze, and the Song clan relatives who were standing outside and guarding all gasped.

That...... President Song's ...... Going to hit someone?

With a "......snap", an angry punch landed on Yan He's cheek.

Song Yiheng showed an eerie sneer, and the feeling of beating Yan Hezhi was so refreshing.

Yan Hezhi's face was twisted to the side, a sharp pain came from his cheeks, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth. Song Yiheng's punch is not small.

"This punch is for me to beat you for myself...... There is still a punch ......" Song Yiheng said, and his fist was raised again: "I want to beat you up for Su Yiqing." Song Yiheng's cold eyes stared at Yan Hezhi fiercely, eager to break him into pieces.

"Haha!" Yan Hezhi touched the corners of his mouth and sneered: "I really feel like I've returned to that time......

When I was in high school, the two of them scuffled in the playground and were punished by the principal. In the principal's office, as soon as Ci Ma entered the door, Yan Hezhi was counted in various ways, and then turned around to care and comfort Song Yiheng.

"Really......? Just one more punch. Song Yiheng was already eager to try.

At this time, Mu Ningci, who smelled the wind and came, rushed over.

"Enough. The two of you brothers have rarely been safe and sound for a while, why did you start to make trouble again. When he said it, he was between Song Yiheng and Yan Hezhi: "I warn you, Old Song is not in good health. Do you want to make him angry to death, so you are willing to stop!"