At his adoptive father's funeral, Su Mian met the belated Su Yong, who was his adoptive father's only child and their first meeting. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Su Mian arrived at the Su family when he was seven years old, and Su Yong had been sent abroad at that time, and he had been gone for more than ten years, and he never came back in the middle. Although this is strange, it is true, and it is rare to hear adoptive parents talk about their son outside the home.

Su Yong, who had long legs, stepped to her side and immediately became the focus of the funeral. A well-fitting black suit, with white flowers on his chest, and a cold face with a high appearance. It seemed that it was he who needed to be seen, not the old man lying in the urn.

Su Mian withdrew his gaze lightly, not as much exploration and curiosity as others.

Under the small difference under the same size, Su Yong quickly captured, tilted his head slightly, and only saw the skin like a white porcelain doll exposed on the back of her neck. The crystal lamp shining above his head is like a fine mutton fat white jade.

Su Yong coldly withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips hooked an unrecognizable arc.

A man with a cold aura.

The funeral seemed to be unusually depressing and heavy because of his arrival, and the whole process of silent mourning was silent, and even those sorrows, whether fake or real, were silenced.

During the whole process, the man beside Su Mian was so flat that he didn't even sigh superfluously. just stood silently, inexplicably restraining the people attending the funeral, and no one was embarrassed to go first. All accompanied by the dry station.

At about the same time, it was the third uncle of the Su family who stood up and spoke. "Okay, everyone's worked hard, let's disperse."

Su Mian obviously felt that the atmosphere behind him was relaxed, and everyone seemed to be in a hurry to evacuate from their own low-pressure place.

Su Mian watched his nose and nose throughout the whole process, looking motionless like a mountain, in fact, he had been beating the drum in his heart, and he always felt a little panicked inexplicably. Seeing that everyone began to move, his whole body was relieved, and he was about to leave. The cold man next to him spoke.

"Not going to say hello to me?"

This sentence is said to yourself?! When he realized it, Su Mian's whole body suddenly shook like electricity. When he looked up to argue about the feeling, he had already turned to face the mourning crowd in the lobby. The calm voice of the waves spread coolly.

"Thank you for coming to my father's funeral, my name is Su Yong, and I have taken over all the affairs of the company. I hope you'd better be aware of some of the current changes in the company. ”

Everyone's expressions were tangled, and the room was so quiet that they could hear it, and all eyes were on him. No matter what kind of business it is, it is inappropriate to choose such a place and time to mourn loved ones.

But Su Yong obviously came prepared, and first asked the lawyer to show and read out the old man's will. As Su Qingyuan's only bloodline, there is no doubt that the company inherited it to him, and no one can find fault with him in the matter of exercising his rights.

As soon as the lawyer's words fell, someone held a bunch of document bags and distributed them to every high-level shareholder present.

When everyone was bowing their heads and busy unpacking the bag, Su Yong threw down a sentence: "If you are not convinced, just come to me for a theory." And he departed.

Su Mian didn't know what was in those bags, but when he left, some people were happy and some were worried. When I passed by Uncle Su, I heard Uncle Su laugh and scold: "Stinky boy, it's really a ......"

No matter how Su Mian analyzed, he felt that this was a disguised admiration.

Behind him, someone smashed the bag in his hand to the ground angrily: "Cross the river and tear down the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey!" Lao Tzu disagrees! ”

Su Mian later heard about Su Yong's killing methods before taking office.

When Su Mian returned to Su's house, it was almost noon, and when he got out of the car, he raised his eyes and saw Su Yong standing outside the door, with his hands in his pockets, his tie loose, his neckline wide open, and his posture was idle and indifferent. She couldn't help but slow down her steps up the stairs.

Su Mian looked at him, and he hadn't thought about what to call him. Su Yong's peach blossom eyes had already swept over her coldly and said, "Come in, I have something to tell you." ”

Su Mian was slightly stunned, what could he say to himself.

In the living room, the adoptive mother was also there, with a sad face.

Su Yong's footsteps stopped in the middle of the living room, turned back slightly, and said to Su Mian orderly: "Go upstairs to pack your things and move over to live with me." ”

Su Mian heard the sound of his jaw shattering in unison, his own, and his adoptive mother's.

"I don't agree."

"I disagree!"

The opposition is also their own and that of the adoptive mother.

Su Yong turned around and slowly swept his gaze.

"It's my business, I don't need your consent." This sentence is for Su Mu.

"As for you, you're not qualified to bargain with me yet. I have the final say in the current Su family, including you. This sentence is for Su Mian.

The incommittal beak of every sentence, the categorical imperative of every sentence, is all a sense of persecution that cannot be ignored. The ancient tyrannical emperor, who was obedient to the prosperity, died against the odds.

With this absolute aura, Su Mian instantly returned to the feeling of standing beside him above the funeral. Thinking of the third uncle's scolding and praising secretly, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Those who have no chance don't even dare to resist.

The adoptive mother tried her best to stop her, and Third Uncle Su also came, but Su Yong still took her away without much effort.

The duplex is a small high-rise, quite retro European-style building, with typical reddish-brown walls, triangular sloping roofs, and tall floor-to-ceiling arched windows. The color is stable, and the exquisite architecture can be seen everywhere, which is Su Yong's residence.

Su Mian stood outside the door with her suitcase, stubbornly refusing to enter, if Su Mian didn't give her a reasonable explanation. She stinks in the sun, and she won't go in.

Slippers were changed at the entrance, and Su Yong poured out a glass of ice drink from the refrigerator. calmly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked forward to the hot and stupid girl standing outside.

The scorching sun in September is particularly spicy, and the roasted Sumian meat is fragrant, and the oily water is swaying.

Su Yong didn't pity the jade at all, just looked at her like this, and watched her finally fall unbearably.

This silent confrontation ended with Su Mian's complete defeat.

In the following days, Su Yong even took her to the score. She had no room for resistance, and all resistance gradually collapsed, and again and again, she learned what it means to resist uselessly.

After a long time, Su Mian really learned to be obedient.

That's about it, that's why he didn't even bother to say the unwanted words when he was attacking the city and plundering the land in the future. For people like Su Yong, who must get what he wants, he doesn't care whether others want it or not.

It was in vain to say it, and Su Mian simply didn't mention it.