He was not in the same family with Song Yishen for a long time, so he quietly waited for Song's mother to refute it.

His calm eyes fell on Song Mu, and there was a little scrutiny in the darkness.

The air around him seemed to flow slowly because of his supreme aura, and the atmosphere became serious.

Both realize that this is not a simple elaboration, this is a division of forces.

Song Yishen is ambitious, but he can't match Song Yin's strength, he has been in the Drya for about ten years, and it is not something that Song Yishen can easily pry.

Mother Song knew this very well, before the last shareholders' meeting, she spent a lot of money in private to buy people's hearts, and waited for the board of directors to let Song Yin go.

At that time, several people controlled the one that the person promised was more beautiful than the other, and it was really a kick in the door, but how do they know that they didn't do anything?

not only choked Song's motherly anger, but also made Song Yishen a little unable to get off the stage in the conference room for a while.

"Madame's abacus is too loud," Song Yin shook his head with an uncertain expression, a little regretful: "I didn't go to the last shareholders' meeting and I have given you a way out, but you don't want to cherish it very much."

His calm and bland tone couldn't hear his joy and anger, but the pressure in his eyes faintly gave people a feeling of suffocation that was difficult to breathe.

A flash of panic flashed in Song's mother's eyes, she could be regarded as watching Song Yin grow up, and she was not the person who knew him best, but she was not far from ten.

She heard the waves hidden by the oppression, and the threat.

A flash of thought flashed between her eyebrows, and her voice slowed down a little: "Whether you admit it or not, you can't deny it, you and Song Yishen have your father's blood in their bodies."

"Blood kinship is inseparable," she looked sad, and her expression was not as mean as just now: "Yi Shen may not be good enough in some places, and he needs to be taught well by your brother, so you don't have to worry about many things."

Song Yin seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke, and the corners of his lips raised a touch of sarcasm, this abacus was so loud that he heard it across the Pacific Ocean.

This smile made Song's mother laugh and panicked, and she raised her feet to step forward.

Song Yin took a few steps back gently, with a look of avoidance, "I will personally handle the matter after that, and Madame doesn't have to send it."

Of course, it's not just about the marriage with Chu Luo......

Song Yin turned around and accidentally pulled his shoulder, and the pain in his heart quickly climbed to his brain, and in an instant, he invaded the cells of his body, all shouting that the wound had cracked.

Song Yin's back shook slightly, pretended to pull his sleeves, clenched his teeth and left slowly.

Mother Song's worried brows never fell, and she sat in the living room and waited for Song Yishen to go downstairs.

But the scene just now was fully watched by the two people upstairs, although they didn't stand on the balcony to watch, they sat at the balcony curtain and listened to the conversation clearly.

The two people have different minds.

Song Yishen half leaned back in the chair, playing with a lighter in his hand, biting a cigarette in his mouth, skillfully turning it in his hand and lighting the cigarette.

Duan Hanshuang sat on the chair opposite the coffee table and looked at him, the smoke he spit out surrounded his expression, and his eyes under the lenses were faintly hazy with a hint of mystery.

His fingers are white and slender, his nails are neatly cut, and his whole body is full of warm and elegant temperament.

If you don't look at the things he did and the words he said, Duan Hanshuang would also feel that he was a qualified partner candidate.

Her eyes darkened, and she squinted unconsciously as the smoke filled her face.

Song Yishen: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's a pity," Duan Hanshuang's face was full of seriousness, and his tone was calm and sincere, "What a good skin, but it contains a vulgar soul."

Song Yi flicked the cigarette ash for a moment, and the ash fell on the edge of the ashtray and fell on the table.

Duan Hanshuang looked at it, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a vague smile: "Surprised? Don't have self-knowledge of yourself?"

Song Yishen didn't answer, and smoked quietly after playing.

Duan Hanshuang: "I want to go back to China."

Hearing this, Song Yishen smiled: "I have something to ask for

I, talk to me with this attitude?"

"We are partners, I am not your slave."

"Hear you mean to inform me?" Song Yishen didn't think so, Duan Hanshuang must have known that if he didn't nod, Duan Hanshuang wouldn't be able to leave the country.

Now she has no identity, everything depends on money and power, she relied on Song Yin before, but now she is not willing to ask Song Yin for help.

After investigation, Li Jin, the only one who can help her now, also returned to China.

"Xi Mingyue is sick, I want to go back and take a look."

Song Yishen: "Are you reporting to me now? Honey?"

Duan Hanshuang couldn't help frowning, "So you don't agree or not?"

Song Yi took a deep puff of cigarette and blew it lightly into her face.

Duan Hanshuang slapped it away with his hand in disgust, in exchange for Song Yishen's gentle and ruthless words: "Her life or death has nothing to do with you, you can't go back to Huaguo for the time being."

Duan Hanshuang: "What if I have to go back?"

"See the rope at the head of the bed?" Song Yishen raised his eyebrows and motioned her to look over, and wrote lightly: "It was specially prepared for you, and it was cut with a scalpel."

In simple words, it means intriguing.

A trace of coolness crossed Duan Hanshuang's back, she had been bound like this before, and there was still a deep shadow to this day.

During the time he spent with Song Yishen, he also figured out what kind of person he was, and since he had already said so, Duan Hanshuang already had a bottom in his heart.

Silently put away the chatterbox, walked straight over and took the rope off the bedside, and then threw away the trash can.

Open the door and go out. Z.br>

It didn't take long for him to turn back and say, "Your mother told you to go to the study to find her."

Before leaving, Song Yishen also asked people to look at Duan Hanshuang.

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The curtains of the room in cold black, white and gray tones are closed, a night light is on at the head of the bed, and a delicate figure sits next to the dresser.

One hand supports the cheeks, and the other hand is clasped on the table irregularly.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and Song's mother told her to hurry up with Song Yin, which said: "We are now on the same boat, if one person has a problem, the whole boat will capsize and fall into the vast sea that Song Yin has laid out, and it will not even be able to catch the bones."

The dim light made the environment even colder, and she couldn't see her expression clearly in the dark with the light on her back, and her tone was fluttering, "You don't have to worry about it, just do your own thing."

"All I want is him, and if you dare to hurt him again like last time, I won't let you go."

The leisurely tone made people suddenly break out in a cold sweat and shiver unconsciously.

"Luo Luo, Auntie didn't teach you......

"No," Chu Luo said with a smile as the corners of Chu Luo's mouth curled in the darkness, "I should have called you mother now, right?" When Brother Yin and I get married, we are all a family, and my mother should teach her daughter-in-law."

She had a chuckle in her ethereal voice, and she could easily feel the sense of oppression she brought through the screen.

"Song Yishen, you take care of your fiancée, it's best not to let her appear in front of me and Brother Yin, I don't like it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, "You should be in charge of Song Yin in this matter, not throw the problem to me."

"Then send her to Huaguo! Never come back!" She raised her voice suddenly, not soft, but mean and sharp, like a mousetrap caught in the tail of a mouse.

"Impossible!" Song Yishen also stubbornly, "The problem is not me, why should I send her away?!"

Chu Luo turned around slightly, the dim light came, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and cold words overflowed: "Then you'd better think clearly!"

"Chu Luo, she looks the same as your sister, if you really dare to do it, then you are really ruthless, so ruthlessness makes me hesitate to dare to continue to cooperate with you!"

Although Chu Luo has the support of Chu Qiao's old department, he has no power that he can hold, so so

There are also limits to what you can do.

She also needs Song Yishen's help.

"We're all on the same rope," her eyes narrowed slightly, "how could I deliberately provoke you?"

Chu Luo didn't necessarily want to talk to him much, so he hung up the phone in a sloppy manner, and discussed to prevent Song Yin from announcing the cancellation of the marriage contract.

A long sigh rang out from the dimly lit space, followed by the sound of fingers tapping on the table, adding to the silence surrounding the surroundings.

Fell into a deathly silence.

She took out the remote control and pressed it, and the next second the whole house lit up.

Chu Luo closed his eyes in advance, and only after feeling the warm light adapting to it did he slowly open his eyes and look at himself in the mirror.

At this time, there was no pitiful pleading on her face, and the redness of her eyes had become cold under the flood of darkness.

Like a poisonous tongue hidden in the bushes, he has learned to blend in with his surroundings very well, keeping an eye on his opponent while killing him with one second at any time and place.

The light in her eyes is like the most terrible fangs of the poisonous tongue, spitting letters slowly climbing from your tail vertebrae to the back of your neck, and a strong chill can sweep through every cell of your body in an instant.

"Sister," she muttered, "Sister, you won't blame me for being cruel in heaven, will you?"

"No......

"My sister should be in hell and may not be able to hear me."

She suddenly laughed, with Ling Rui at the end of her eyes: "Sister, do you think I want to kill Duan Hanshuang?"

"She looks like you, and I'll be curious if I knew!" She muttered to herself into the air, as if she was stunned.

"Sister, shall I burn her to you?" The corners of her crooked eyes glowed with a cold scarlet light, "So you can see her!"

Burn......

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The first thing Song Yin did when he went back was to post the news, but the news sent out seemed to be restricted or a virus, and disappeared for no reason.

He sat in the study, and the light-colored decoration brought a lot of warmth to the room, and people's nerves gradually relaxed.

"Cha Song Yi Shen."

He looked at the swallowed Weibo, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Assistant: "Yes!"

"And Chu Luo is also staring, check it."

Song Yin paused, thoughtful: "It's these two people who dare to stop me."