In the bedroom, Song Xinghe was having a heated discussion with Pang Jianan.

Xinghe, you should tell him the truth. Pang Jiannan said.

Song Xinghe's face was grim and sighed: "I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it for a while." ”

"He's an adult and should have the ability to handle pressure." Pang Jianan said: "It's not a way to hide it like this, the misunderstanding is deep, and it will be a trouble in the future." ”

Song Xinghe thought for a while and said, "Your words also make sense, just wait for me to solve the trouble in front of him for him...... At present, killing the Wu family is the top priority. ”

"I'm afraid of children guessing." Pangganan secluded road.

The voice has not fallen!

The thick door of the room was kicked open!

It's Song Ziyu!

Song Ziyu walked in with red eyes.

"Song Ziyu, what are you doing here?" Song Xinghe was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but ask.

"You scumbag! Don't think that giving me a little favor will make me forgive you, there are no doors! Song Ziyu clenched his fists and roared: "You have caused my mother to suffer a lot, but you are enjoying glory and wealth here, you are really an out-and-out scum...... I'm going to beat you to death! ”

Talking!

Song Ziyu's fist was about to smash Song Xinghe's body.

Song Xinghe sat in place, not knowing how to dodge at all.

Obviously, the situation in front of him was beyond Song Xinghe's imagination.

……

Song Ziyu stared at Song Xinghe.

But seeing Song Xinghe's eyes, there was confusion and relief, and he felt a little guilty.

This made Song Ziyu's ruthlessness three points less, and there was a trace of hesitation in his heart.

And then...... Song Ziyu's fist couldn't fall.

Pang Jianan pounced on Song Xinghe, trying to block his fist for Song Xinghe.

As the saying goes, there is a debtor.

Song Ziyu is not a tyrannical person.

Besides, Song Ziyu never beats women, so this punch can't fall.

"Get out of the way!" Song Ziyu said.

"If you have something to say, Ziyu...... What are you doing here? ”

Pang Canaan was frightened.

Song Ziyu pulled Pang Jianan away, and then hit Song Xinghe.

But seeing Song Xinghe sitting on the edge of the bed with an awe-inspiring appearance, Song Ziyu couldn't help but wonder and be angry in his heart.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Song Xinghe's light and breezy expression was definitely not what he wanted to see.

He should feel guilty and panicked.

Is it possible for a person to make a mistake so dignified?

But no matter how you think about it...... The fist has fallen!

The fist was pointed directly at Song Xinghe's head, and Song Ziyu was ready to punch Song Xinghe.

But!

Song Xinghe really didn't hide from it, just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at himself.

Song Ziyu hesitated!

This fist ......

After all, I still can't go down.

Humanity ...... Filial piety comes first.

This scumbag in front of you...... It's my father.

Song Ziyu couldn't do it.

After all, he is not a ruthless person......

"Song Ziyu, what are you doing?" Pang Jianan was shocked and hurriedly asked.

Song Ziyu was at war in his heart at this time, and finally scolded viciously: "You dog men and women, don't let me go to you again, a good man was born between heaven and earth, and I don't accept your love." ”

After speaking, Song Ziyu turned around and was about to leave.

Song Ziyu didn't want to stay in this place for a moment.

"Stop!" Song Xinghe's scolding voice came from behind him.

Song Ziyu turned around and looked at Song Xinghe coldly.

Song Xinghe slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then said, "Song Ziyu, who do you think I am?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Song Ziyu was puzzled.

Song Xinghe straightened out his pajamas, which were already covered with sweat, and then gasped: "Didn't Su Quan tell you who I am?" ”

"You scumbag! Mother is ashamed to mention your name. Song Ziyu said coldly.

At this time, Pang Jianan said: "Ziyu, you may have misunderstood one thing...... Galaxy is not your father. ”

"What?" Song Ziyu was stunned.

"To be precise, Xinghe is your uncle, and he is your father's brother." Pang Canaan explained.

Song Ziyu: "......"

This change really exceeded Song Ziyu's expectations.

However, Song Ziyu is extremely smart, and he immediately figured it out as soon as he thought about it!

Song Ting is a junior sister, and she is older than herself, which is unreasonable.

Because my father left after my mother became pregnant with Xinyi.

At that time, I was only in my teens......

Although the image of his father is quite vague, there is still a considerable gap between Song Xinghe's appearance and the father in his memory......

In my memory, my father was thin and sad, always looking worried and hurried.

This is in huge contrast with Song Xinghe's slightly blessed image.

Moreover, Song Xinghe's feeling of not being angry and arrogant is very strong, which is an aura that the father of memory has never had.

Song Ziyu understood.

It's because I'm in a hurry and recognizes the wrong person.

"I'm sorry...... Uncle, I'm rude. Song Ziyu apologized.

Song Xinghe sighed and said, "That's it, it's just a family, just don't be so impulsive in the future...... Lao Tzu almost scared you to death. ”

Song Xinghe was so angry that he burst into foul language.

Song Ziyu's face turned red when he heard this, and he asked, "Uncle...... Where is my scumbag father now? ”

Song Xinghe's face turned cold: "Ziyu, you have to show respect to your father!" He is bitter about leaving your mother and son. ”

Song Ziyu sneered when he heard this: "Bitter? What else can there be to suffer? Isn't it for the pursuit of his personal happiness? Uncle, your life is so superior, presumably his life is not far behind! Now I can understand why he left his mother. ”

Compared with the cramped tube building in Muxian County, who can refuse to get the manor big bed room?

Did you refuse?

……

"Ziyu, things are not what you think!" Pang Jianan said excitedly, "Your father just told your mother a white lie......

"White lies? You call this a white lie? Song Ziyu felt that his three views were shattered!

Do people from these wealthy families have a hole in their brains?

Is this a white lie?

At this time, Pang Jianan looked at Song Xinghe Road: "Now that the matter is over, you should tell the child the truth!" ”

Song Xinghe sighed and said, "Song Ziyu, you come with me, and I'll take you to a place." ”

After speaking, Song Xinghe opened the door and walked forward.

Song Ziyu's heart was pounding!

Because I realized that the man himself would meet again.

How do you deal with yourself?

I must question him well for my mother!

Ask him why!

Why do you treat your mom like this.

……

Song Xinghe opened the door of the room, walked through the manor path, and came to another small attic not far away.

The three-storey wooden loft looks quaint and twilight.

The bamboo forest outside the attic is lush and green, and the shadows are dark at night.

His own father actually lives here?

Shouldn't it?

Song Ziyu's mind was full of doubts.

I saw Song Xinghe walk to the attic and push open the unlocked door, revealing the dim inner room.

Red candles, incense, oil lamps......

In the dim light, the neatly arranged tablets come into view.

Song Ziyu only felt dizzy, and his breathing became extremely short.

"This is the tablet of the clan relatives I invited from the ancestral hall of the Song family, and your father's tablet is inside."

Every word Song Xinghe said was like a sledgehammer bombarding his heart, making his heart unbearable.