"Long time no see, uncle......" Song Yunfeng looked at the middle-aged man drinking tea in front of him, and his tone couldn't help but be a little cold.

This is his own uncle, Song Qingyang, who is also the nominal ruler of the Song Group.

This group, if it hadn't been for that accident, it should have been inherited by him, but that incident changed the fate of the entire Song family.

That incident was the Liu Yunlan incident.

After that time, the empire wanted to clean up all the people related to Liu Yunlan, and the Song family bore the brunt.

Song Yunfeng's parents were killed by the empire, and if he hadn't escaped by luck, he would have definitely been killed.

And this huge group fell into the hands of Song Yunfeng's uncle Song Qingyang.

However, Song Yunfeng knew that Song Qingyang was actually just a puppet, a puppet of the empire.

The empire also coveted the big fat of the Song Group, but it was too embarrassing to eat badly, so he pushed such a person as Song Qingyang up.

He looked at the scenery, in fact, and that's it.

Song Yunfeng turned around Song Qingyang's chairman's office twice, and then sat on the comfortable chairman's chair exclusive to Song Qingyang, and turned around twice.

"It's been several years, and there hasn't been the slightest change here...... Song Yunfeng stroked the ancient wooden table in front of him, put his fingers to the tip of his nose, and sniffed lightly, feeling the familiar fragrance.

"yes, I didn't make any changes when I took over here." Song Qingyang stood up, came to the front of Song Yunfeng, and stroked the wall in front of him that had some age, "I just want to keep more of your parents' imprints." ”

"But they're all gone, aren't they?" Song Yunfeng stood up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the landscape outside, his voice was distant and long.

"Yes, what I can do now is to protect all this for them......" Song Qingyang returned to the sofa and sat down and drank tea.

"Guard? It's snatching, right? Song Yunfeng's cold words were tingling.

Song Qingyang's hand holding the teacup trembled, and the hot tea spilled out of the teacup and poured it on his fingers, and the hot and severe pain came at the same time.

But Song Qingyang felt that the tea was not like it was spilled on his fingers, but like it was sprinkled in his heart, burning the fragile heart that did not dare to face reality.

"Why do you think that?" Song Qingyang pleaded palely.

"Isn't it?" Song Yunfeng was aggressive, "Didn't you always want to be like your mother and make a big career, and now that your mother has left everything for you, what are you not satisfied with?" ”

Song Qingyang smiled bitterly: "If I say that everything I do is forced, do you believe it or not?" ”

"Don......'t believe it," Song Yunfeng replied dryly, "Being able to get all this should be something you dream of, and you would tell me that it was forced......

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Song Qingyang, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was frivolous and mocking: "Uncle, in your bones, you are really cheap~"

Song Qingyang didn't speak, but the teacup in his hand was held tightly.

"I guess you're not here just to mock me, right?" Song Qingyang's tone suddenly became brisk, like the wise chairman of the Song Group.

took a sip of tea and looked at Song Yunfeng: "If you came here just to sarcastically mock me, then I'm sorry, I don't have this time to spare." ”

"Moreover, as the most wanted criminal in the Empire, I can make you doomed with just a phone call."

The corners of Song Yunfeng's mouth still had a flirtatious smile that had not changed for thousands of years: "I think that before I can no longer recover, I should still have the ability to demolish your headquarters." ”

"By the way, it shouldn't be difficult to bring a few executives to the funeral, right?"

Hearing Song Yunfeng say this, the smile on Song Qingyang's face also retracted.

I have to say that Song Yunfeng's threat is very effective.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Song Qingyang looked at Song Yunfeng with scorching.

"I'm just here to visit, my dear uncle......" Song Yunfeng also looked at Song Qingyang with a burning eye, and the flirtatious smile on the corner of his mouth always made Song Qingyang's heart furious.

Knock knock~

It was at this time that there was a knock on the door of the chairman's office.

A young man in a professional suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

"Dad......"

As soon as he tried to speak, he saw his father talking to a man he didn't know.

But he was keenly aware of the atmosphere here, and there was a hint of hidden dissonance.

Song Yunfeng heard the young man call Song Qingyang - Dad......

He remembered that when the accident happened, his uncle still had no children, and now what happened to this child of this age? Bastard?

In terms of generation, this should be regarded as his cousin.

Song Qingyang cleared his throat and pulled Song Yunfeng's arm, introducing the young man: "Come, get to know each other, this is what I often tell you, your cousin, Song Yunfeng." ”

Then Song Qingyang introduced the young man in front of him to Song Yunfeng: "Yunfeng, this is my adopted son, called Song Han. ”

Song Yunfeng broke free of Song Qingyang's hand without a trace, and mocked in a very low voice: "Song Qingyang, do you dare to talk about me to others, do you think your life is too long?" Or do you think about your nephew, and let me have a suitable reason to kill you? ”

"Brother!" Song Han heard what Song Yunfeng said to Song Qingyang, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes looked calm and flat, and he spoke, "Please don't say that, Dad also has his own troubles." ”

This is the second time Song Yunfeng has heard it.

"Let's talk about ......" Song Yunfeng leaned against the wall, "I want to know what kind of hardship a super-rich person who easily sits on hundreds of millions ......of assets can have."

"Brother!" Song Han's gaze gradually cooled, "When talking to Dad, pay attention to your tone......"

"Oh? Tone? Song Yunfeng set his eyes on Song Han, "Why don't you talk about it, what tone should you use?" ”

Song Yunfeng's gaze was indifferent with mockery, mockery with oppression, and oppression with murderous intent, like a fierce tiger and a wild lion.

When Song Han saw this gaze, he couldn't help but be stunned, but to Song Yunfeng's surprise, he greeted him stiffly.

The gaze is flat and cold.

Song Yunfeng saw something different from Song Han's gaze.

It seems that there is an angry dragon sleeping in his heart.

Dididi~

The phone on the desk rang, shattering the atmosphere.

Song Qingyang walked quickly to the desk and picked it up.

"Chairman, there are a few people outside who claim to be the Imperial Security Service, saying that we have terrorists here and want to forcibly search them!"