"Mu Nianxun......" Song Qinghao roared and looked at his Pagani, and above the front of the car was squarely written 'well-dressed beasts, Sven scum' Eight big red lacquer characters, the handwriting was neat, and the pen was sharp and powerful. They lay red on the front of his Pagani, and they were very glaring.

"Neurotic?" Song Qinghao roared again, Mu Nianxun, you are a neurotic, a naïve ghost, a stingy ghost...... I couldn't find any more powerful words to vent my scolding, so I had to close the windows and drive home at a fast speed. The more you try to escape, the more problems will occur, and this is not a traffic jam! Pedestrians stopped to watch, and even drivers deliberately stuck their heads out of the window to watch the Pagani, which was written in red paint with the well-dressed beast Sven scum. They either hide their mouths and snicker, or their eyes are full of disdain, or they take out their mobile phones to take small videos.

"Wow, this owner is definitely not a good thing."

"People nowadays really know how to play."

"This is a personality, you know a fart."

"Maybe the owner of the car has offended someone! It's also possible that he's really a well-dressed beast Sven scum. ”

……

Song Qinghao buried his head on the steering wheel irritably: "I think I am the president of the Song Group, but I have ended up like today, Mu Nianxun, I, Song Qinghao, remember you." ”

He waited for an unknown amount of time before he was able to drive away.

……

In the Song villa, the mother and daughter of the Song family are sitting leisurely in the garden. Mother Song held a delicate ceramic coffee cup in her right hand, flipped through the magazine with her left hand, and had a pleasant smile on the corner of her mouth: "Jingjing! I haven't been in touch with that Wang Chen anymore! ”

"Mom, you're not afraid that I'll be sad, just mention that person when you're fine, I think you wish I couldn't forget him!" Song Jingjing stopped swiping her mobile phone and looked at Mother Song obediently. She Song Jingjing is not the kind of person who is obsessed, since she is not a good person, why remember, why be sad?

"Does that girl your brother has a crush on? He is not young, he has already established, and it is time to start a family. Mother Song sat quietly, looking gentle and elegant.

"Mom." Song Jingjing looked at her suspiciously: "Why are you pretending to be so gentle?" Okay, okay, there's no one else in the house. He waved at her.

"Stinky girl." Mother Song's left hand slapped on the magazine, and the coffee in her right hand spilled out with the shaking of her body, she hurriedly put down the cup and shook off her hand that had become sour because of serving the coffee cup for a long time: "Ouch, it can exhaust me." ”

"Poof...... Let you load. ”

"You haven't answered me yet!" Mother Song was no longer reserved, walked next to Song Jingjing, and dragged her arm and dangled it: "Answer me!" She always wanted to establish a gentle image in front of her children, but her two children were so cute that she couldn't take them seriously.

"Mom." Song Jingjing rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Ouch, my Jingjing rolls her eyes so cute!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on Song Jingjing's face.

Song Jingjing collapsed and died.

"How can there be a drama with a sullen man like my brother?" Thinking of Song Qinghao, I remembered that he went to the dance party of Zhenlan today, I don't know if anything happened to the Yuxun idol!

"How can it be done, let me tell you, people of my age are holding their grandchildren, but they envy me as an old woman!"

"Mom, you're so young, you don't have any wrinkles on your face, where are you old?" Song Jingjing poked Song's mother exaggeratedly: "Look, full of collagen, how elastic is it?" As long as Mother Song sighed that she was old at the beginning, she would think about hugging her grandson, thinking that hugging her grandson would destroy her brother and her, they really couldn't stand her chattering for three days and three nights, Tang Seng or something, compared with her mother, the Tao was too far behind!

"Oh, I'm so shy!" Mother Song held her face innocently: "Then I can't hold my grandson now." ”

"Isn't it? Those who have grandchildren are old. Song Jingjing continued to strike while the iron was hot, as long as she didn't hold on to her grandson, the whole family would be much more stable.

There was the sound of a car honking outside the compound, and Song Jingjing thought to herself that her brother must be back. hurriedly ran out to greet him, cough cough, not to greet, but to question, asking him if he had seized the opportunity to interact with the Yuxun idol.

Mother Song also followed Song Jingjing out: "Jingjing, it doesn't seem to be your brother's car, your brother's car is white?" ”

Pagani slowly drove into the yard, Song Qinghao opened the car door and walked down, angrily threw the car key to the housekeeper, and walked straight to the house.

"Wait." Song Jingjing stopped the housekeeper who was about to park the car, she walked to the hood of the car and read it out word by word: "Well-dressed beasts, Sven scum?" ”

Mother Song also stepped forward: "This guy is still not my own son?" I have so much courage to admit myself. ”

"Hahaha......" The mother and daughter looked at the eight big characters and laughed back and forth.

"Haha, Mom...... Mother...... Don't say it, it's so beautifully written. ”

"Hah...... Don't say it, I can see it too, the handwriting is neat, not bad. ”

"Mom, let's take pictures!"

"Okay, okay!"

"Mom, don't laugh so happily, your eyes are gone......"

"You slapped my face like a big pie, are you my own daughter?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take another picture of you."

"Don't say I'm old, or I'll hold my grandson."

"Huh?" Dare to love her mother and say that she wants to hold her grandson, she is lying to Song Jingjing to praise her!

……

The butler was on the side, with his head down and trying his best to hold back a smile, if he dared to laugh, he really didn't know what the black-faced gentleman in the room would do with him!

Song Qinghao looked speechlessly at the two people who were having fun in front of Pagani, who made him lose face: "I must have owed these two women in my last life." ”

The mother and daughter were tired of playing, so they walked into the house, and Song Qinghao leaned on the sofa with a blushing face, without saying a word.

"Brother, have you offended the big guy?"

"Isn't your brother just a big shot?" Song Qinghao said angrily, too lazy to look at her.

"Then who in T City would dare to blatantly tease you? It's hard for you, the road from Jingsheng Hotel to home is definitely not close, I think you have suffered a lot of strange eyes, right? Song Jingjing didn't care if he was angry or not, ran to him and sat next to him, pulling his arm: "Oh, brother, don't be angry!" Is it worth it to be angry with yourself for others? I—I'm not going to tell my sisters that you've been so humiliated. ”

Song Mu hurriedly sat on the other side of him and pulled his other arm: "Yes, yes, yes!" I appreciate your willingness to admit it, and I promise I won't tell my fellow players that you've been so humiliated. ”

"That's right!"

"Right!"

"Brother."

"Son."

"Brother."

"Son."

……

Song Qinghao held a mouthful of blood in his chest, Xia Yuxun, I still like you a little more, I really can't stand these two urgings.

"Brother, don't worry, my mother and I will help you out." Song Jingjing was still shaking his arm.

On the other side, Song's mother was not to be outdone: "Yes, I will not easily let go of the people who bully my son, both men and women will be killed." ”

"......" was speechless, he was about to collapse and die.

That's it!