Soon it was time for school to end at noon.

Song Fan left school and planned to go to his father's factory to talk to their factory director.

But as soon as he walked out of the school gate, he met the squad leader Yang Wei, and led Brother Long and a group of gangsters to block the way.

"Brother Long, that's that kid!"

Yang Wei couldn't help but smile coldly when he saw Song Fan walking out of the school gate.

"Brother Long, don't be too heavy. Just beat his mom and dad to recognize it!"

The person Yang Wei, the squad leader, found to teach Song Fan a lesson, was Qian Long, the leader of the gangsters.

It's not the first time they've worked together. As long as he encounters a classmate who is not pleasing to the eye or unhappy, Yang Wei will spend money to let Brother Long settle it.

Every time Brother Long attacked, he was ruthless and measured. Yang Wei was very satisfied.

But this time it's different.

Because the person Yang Wei asked Brother Long to teach was not someone else, but Brother Long's-

"Dad!" Brother Long hunched his waist and rushed to Song Fan's front with small steps all the way. "You're out of school, Dad?"

Brother Long's "Dad" made Yang Wei stunned on the spot.

What's going on?

What did Brother Long call that Song Fan's kid - Dad?!

Why did Brother Long also become Song Fan's son?

Yang Wei felt like he was going crazy!

In school, the head teacher Shi Li is called Song Fan's father, and outside the school, the little gangster Brother Long is also called Song Fan's father?

'Song Fan, this kid's hair hasn't grown anymore, where are there so many sons!'

Yang Wei couldn't figure out the situation for a while, thinking to himself that he couldn't be dreaming for the past two days, right?

Song Fan's footsteps froze, and when he saw his "son" Qian Long again, he was also slightly surprised.

"Why did you come to the school gate again?" Song Fan put on a strict father's appearance and frowned slightly, "Didn't you ask you to find a job and be a good man yesterday?"

Brother Long hurriedly said, "Dad, I happened to be passing by here." Just stop by and see your ......"

Song Fan could tell at a glance that Brother Long was lying. Knowing the son is more than the father!

"Stinky boy, do you dare to lie to me?" Song Fan's face changed slightly, "Say-what are you doing here?"

Seeing that his "father" was angry, Brother Long was so frightened that he hurriedly confessed everything.

Yang Wei spent 3,000 yuan and asked him to teach a student in the class, and explained it in detail.

"Dad, son should be damned! I don't know that Yang Wei's kid, the person who wants to teach a lesson is you, Dad!" Brother Long slapped himself while crying and begging for mercy.

At the same time, above Brother Long's head, the value of father's love is also increasing.

Father's Love +4+4+4......

Song Fan noticed Yang Wei who was in a state of confusion not far away. So he walked over.

"Class leader, the two of us have no grievances, you actually found someone to block me at the school gate?" Song Fan didn't know where to offend the class leader. Is it because I am at the same table with the school girl?

"You...... What do you want?" Yang Wei recovered from the shock. I saw Brother Long who was invited again, hunched over and followed Song Fan, like a dog slave. Yang Wei couldn't help but be scared for a while.

"Come and don't be rude!" Song Fan instructed Brother Long on the side, "What he asks you to do with me, you can clean him up." ”

"Okay, Dad! Look!" Brother Long was anxious to make up for it.

With a wave of his hand, he took a group of little brothers under his command, and hula suddenly surrounded Yang Wei.

Suddenly, Yang Wei was frightened. "Brother Long! you ...... Why are you going to touch me?"

"Yang Shao, I'm sorry! Don't blame the buddy for being ruthless, you shouldn't have messed with my father!"

As he spoke, Brother Long threw a punch and knocked Yang Wei to the ground heavily.

"Ah——!!?" Yang Wei screamed, frightened and frightened, and screamed, "I spent money to let you deal with that kid, why are you crazy, turn your head and beat me?!"

"Why do you still have the face to say--the one you asked me to deal with is my father!Can I do anything to my father? You are trying to harm me for being disloyal and unfilial!" Brother Long punched and kicked without mercy. "I'm a bastard, and I don't dare to be disrespectful to my father! I'll kill your turtle grandson!"

"Ah...... Ah!!h

Dozens of people surrounded Yang Wei and beat him for a while.

After a while, Yang Wei was beaten and bruised, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

"Dad. Do you think it's okay?" Brother Long stopped and asked.

Song Fan glanced at Yang Wei, who was lying on the ground, humming like a dead pig, and nodded lightly.

"I still have something to do, so I'll go first. Song Fan patted Brother Long on the shoulder, "Good son, you did a good job this time, and you appeared in time." It is very gratifying to be a father. ”

"It's an honor to be a son to be able to share his father's worries and solve problems!" Brother Long said happily.

Father's Love +5+5+5......

Song Fan glanced at the system, and his father's love value had just exceeded nine thousand!

Brother Long appeared in time, and made up for the father's love value that was still a little close. This made Song Fan very satisfied.

"Dad, you go slowly!" Brother Long sent Song Fan away.

At this time, Yang Wei was lying on the ground, panting. Still in a semi-confused state.

I wanted to teach Song Fan a good lesson, but I was beaten up?

'Who am I?' Where am I, what the hell did I do wrong today?'

"Oops......" Yang Wei wanted to get up, but he was in pain all over his body and screamed. "Song Fan, you wait for me—next time! Even if the Jade Emperor is your son......, it's not good!

Soon, Song Fan took a car and came to Xinfeng Machinery Manufacturing Factory in the East High-tech Development Zone.

This is where Song Fan's father works.

Song Fan walked into the door as if no one was around.

Suddenly, the door to the guard's room was wide open, and a man rushed out of it.

"Stop, who's doing what?"

I saw a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a man dressed in a hanger, and he stood in front of Song Fan with a big grin.

Along with the man came several security guards from the guard room.

Song Fan recognized the man as Zheng Yong, the driver and bodyguard of the director of Zhou.

"I'm coming to see Director Zhou. Song Fan said calmly.

"Hmm, come to our factory director Zhou, do you have an appointment, what's the matter with him?" Zheng Yong looked Song Fan up and down.

At this time, an old security guard recognized Song Fan and said in a low voice: "Brother Yong, this is our factory, Song Jianguo's son!"

"Oh, the son of Old Song?" Zheng Yong heard this, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. Xindao: Who do I think it is, so dragged! It turned out to be an employee's child? "You're here to find your father, right?"

"I'm here for my son!"

Song Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and continued to walk inside.

"Yo he! Stinky boy! You don't understand what the uncle said, do you? Who allowed you to come in? Get out of here!" Zheng Yong couldn't help but be furious when he saw Song Fan just breaking through. Get started now.

After all, Zheng Yong has practiced sanda, and he can work part-time as a bodyguard for Director Zhou, and he is quick and hateful.

pinched Song Fan's shoulder.

When the surrounding security guards saw it, they shook their heads slightly, thinking that Lao Song's son would suffer a big loss at the hands of Brother Yong today.

A well-meaning security guard even hurriedly prepared to call Song Jianguo so that he could come forward to solve the trouble.

Under the "hiss......" pinch, Song Fan couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Immediately after, Song Fan turned his head and glared at the other party. "Get out of here!"

Suddenly, Zheng Yong let go like lightning, and showed a frightened expression, and said in fear:

"Dad, I didn't hurt you, did I?

Song Fan said: "Don't say it, lead the way in front of the head - take me to see your factory director Zhou." ”

"Yes, son, I'll take you to see our factory director Zhou!" Zheng Yong didn't dare to slack off, and immediately led the way, looking cautious, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

Looking at Zheng Yong and Song Fan, the two walked into the factory one after the other.

The security guards at the door looked at each other and collectively lost their voices.

"What happened just now? Why did Brother Yong suddenly call Lao Song's son his father? Did I hear me right?"