The main residence of the Song family.

Outside the window, in the twilight, Song Xiaoxiao walked through the empty, long and empty corridor, and went straight to the outside of the master's study, but he didn't knock on the door for a long time.

She seemed to be unstable, and her eyes revealed some kind of inexplicable panic, but it was only a flash, covering up all the qiē under the gradual recovery of calm.

Finally, Song Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, calmly stretched out his hand, and was about to knock on the door of the study.

"Come in." A deep male voice came from the study, interrupting Song Xiaoxiao's knock on the door, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Yes." Song Xiaoxiao answered, slowly turned the doorknob, and walked into the study.

In the study, a middle-aged man sat on a leather chair, dressed in a slightly open expensive suit, and rested his legs on the desk uninhibitedly.

Seeing Song Xiaoxiao coming in, the middle-aged man's originally lazy eyes suddenly changed, as if a sleeping lion was gradually waking up, looking at Song Xiaoxiao with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see something, with an amazing oppressive force.

That is the gaze of the superior - life and death are all in one thought!

Song Xiaoxiao is different from the school dress when she traveled with Song Xiao, she seems to have been prepared for a long time, and put on a water-blue silk long skirt, which makes her originally graceful girlish figure more elegant under the long skirt, with her cold pretty face, there is no doubt that it is trembling beautiful.

Her mood seemed to gradually calm down, slowly relaxed her slightly stiff body, and calmly faced the look of the middle-aged man in front of her, with a gaze as sharp as a blade.

She was like a delicate flower that touched people's hearts, being destroyed by the invisible blade, and her terrifying gaze was about to break her heart.

It seemed like a long time, or even an instant, the middle-aged man finally spoke, with a hint of a smile between his eyebrows: "Sit down, Xiaoxiao." ”

There is also a leather chair in front of the desk, which happens to be placed in the opposite direction of the middle-aged man, as if specially prepared.

Song Xiaoxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then put up a sweet smile and responded, "Okay, father." ”

This person is none other than Song Mingcheng, one of the heads of the top ten families.

In the Hong's martial arts hall, Song Xiaoxiao received a communication message from the head of the family, asking her to come to his study.

This is the order of the head of the family, and the children of the Song family must not disobey it, otherwise it will be a violation of the family rules, and the violators will be severely punished.

Therefore, even if Song Xiaoxiao was reluctant, he had to come.

Song Xiaoxiao glanced at the housekeeper Shaohui, who was standing next to the head of the family, bowing down and waiting on the side, lowering his old eyes, no longer his previous sharp look, and looking low and pleasing to the eyes.

Song Xiaoxiao moved slowly and sat on the seat specially prepared for himself with a smile.

"Father, what's the matter?" Even though Song Xiaoxiao knew it in his heart at the moment, he still pretended not to know and asked.

Song Xiaoxiao knew that it was wrong for him to refuse the invitation of the head of the family, but there were too many things that needed to be instructed at that time, but before he could explain it clearly, he was still called by the head of the family.

I'm afraid that there is really something important, whether it is about myself or my brother.

Or maybe the housekeeper Shao will find something?

Song Xiaoxiao was full of thoughts for a while, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of the head of the house calling him to come.

But there is one thing she kees in mind is that smart women often don't live long, and no man is willing to tolerate the calculations of a smart woman.

Not to mention the man in front of him, who is like calling for wind and rain in the Jiashi Empire, he is simply omnipotent.

It is said that women are natural performers, and Song Xiaoxiao is also a smart person who knows this well, so naturally he also shows an innocent posture, blinking his eyes and looking at the head of the family Song Mingcheng sincerely.

"Nothing, just found something interesting, I want you to take a look." Song Mingcheng's eyes were deep, with a terrible oppressive force, and he looked directly at Song Xiaoxiao, who was innocent.

He seemed to see through Song Xiaoxiao's disguise, but he didn't expose it, but looked at this qiē with interest, as if he really thought it was interesting.

"Smack."

Song Mingcheng casually threw the text jiàn that he was originally holding in his hand on the desk, and let out a soft sound, it was really a black paper jiàn folder with gilded characters.

Song Xiaoxiao's face stiffened slightly, and she saw with her own eyes that the bright gilded characters on the text were like a scorching sun, wanting to burn through her eyeballs.

That's clearly the four words Song Xiao file.

"Let's see." Song Mingcheng didn't seem to notice Song Xiaoxiao's slightly trembling gaze, and looked at the file Nunu, motioning for Song Xiaoxiao to open it and take a look-

On May 5th, Song Xiao defeated three masters in a row, among which Yan Wuluo, the most dazzling genius of the Yan family, was inexplicably shocked, and the reason is unknown-

In the evening, Song Xiaoxiao and Song Xiao went to the Hong Clan's martial arts hall to repel a provocateur in the ring

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"Boom."

That is only the first page of the recent main information, the more Song Xiaoxiao looked at it, the more frightened he became, the information on the black paper Jiàn folder is more than 300 pages, and everything is recorded in detail The deeds of Song Xiao's daily life began when he was ten years old.

And that year happened to be the day when Song Mingcheng adopted Song Xiao and Song Xiaoxiao.

What is Song Mingcheng's ulterior motive? Why did you spy on your brother since he was a child? And how many watchers lurking in the shadows that I haven't discovered?

Cold sweat slowly wet Song Xiaoxiao's back, just like her heart gradually became cold due to fright, fortunately she was facing Song Mingcheng, so that he would not find out that she was desperately trying to pretend to be calm in fear.

"I don't understand, what's wrong with you, father?"

Song Xiaoxiao simply stuffed back the heart that was beating violently, smiled sweetly, and pretended to be puzzled: "Is there something wrong with my brother?" ”――

I want to know what the hell you're trying to do.

But I know I can't ask.

"Nope." Song Mingcheng smiled kindly: "It's done too well." ”

"Huh?" Song Xiaoxiao really didn't understand this time-

Is it just a simple compliment?

"I'm thinking, maybe Song Xiao has the talent to become the heir of the family, what do you think?" Without waiting for Song Xiaoxiao to calm down, Song Mingcheng slowly handed out a bombshell.

"No, brother, he's not suitable." Song Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, she was really anxious, and hurriedly refused.

Just kidding, this is not a good thing, the Song family has been calm all these years just because there is only Song Tianqi as the only heir, and everyone can only support him.

And once Song Xiao wades into this troubled water, there will inevitably be speculators who secretly support Song Xiao and try to get a share of the interests of the Song family's industry.

But even so what?

Song Xiaoshi is weak and financially shallow, just an adopted son, and unlike Song Tianqi, he has a mother who can often blow the wind on the pillow.

What can be changed by the words of the head of the family?

At that time, I am afraid that once this news is announced, Song Xiao will have endless killings, and all the poisoning grievances in other wealthy families will be fulfilled one by one, and it is impossible to avoid it at all.

This is not a good intention from the elders at all, but more like a long-planned poisonous plan, with a sinister purpose, pushing Song Xiao into the abyss step by step.

"I'm just talking, what are you nervous about, don't you usually ignore him?" Song Mingcheng smiled deeply, as if he slowly uncovered the sword that was quenched in the shadows, and broke through Song Xiaoxiao's psychological defense step by step, with a calm rhythm, it seemed that he could really seal his throat with a sword.