There were two glasses of water on the table, already cold.

After beckoning Yang Zhexuan to sit down, Song Chang pointed to the documents on the table.

"Remember those two documents?"

Yang Zhexuan looked at the documents in front of him, one had not been opened yet, and the other had been opened as if it had been seen countless times, and there were some traces on the paper.

"Why don't you remember that you had to destroy it at the time."

"That's why I'm upset."

"Can I see what the list is?" Yang Zhexuan looked sincere, "Don't get me wrong, maybe I can help you with ideas." ”

He took the list that Song Chang handed him, there were only ten names on the list, and most of the paper was blank.

He pinched his chin with his hand, pretended to be thinking, and deliberately replied after a few seconds: "There is a name in it that I have some speculation, but I dare not comment on it, I have to read the second list to give you an accurate answer." ”

Song Chang understood it in his heart, and then opened the second document.

"Look first, I'll go get a glass of water." Song Chang nodded, not noticing that Yang Zhexuan was walking towards the water dispenser with the list.

He walked to the water dispenser, took out a disposable paper cup, pressed the switch to receive water, glanced at Song Chang behind him vigilantly, and then quickly took out his mobile phone, turned on the photo mode, and took a picture of the first list.

With the brief sound of water droppings, the water cup was already full of water, and he took the water cup and walked back to its place as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the second list was opened, Song Chang's gaze swept over a familiar name, his face suddenly became ugly, and at the same time, there was a feeling that his guess had been confirmed.

"How's that, did you find anything?"

Yang Zhexuan asked, but Song Chang was stunned, as if he hadn't heard his words.

He took the document from Song Chang's hand and hurriedly glanced at it to understand.

In the second list, there is a name that Song Chang is very familiar with - Song Kang.

No wonder his expression became very gloomy, but now in this situation, Yang Zhexuan decided to pretend not to know.

He took the list and pretended to think, paced around the room, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the second list in the same way, and then walked back to Song Chang's side.

"When I saw Fu Changyu's name on the first list, I wasn't very sure, but now that I see Chen Chen's name, I can tell you with certainty that this is a list of Phantom Dieck Powder."

"Phantom Die," Song Chang already had some guesses about the list, so he didn't have any special expression on his face, and then said, "What's that?" ”

"I don't know, it's a bad thing."

"So......" he pointed to Song Kang's name, "my father's name is on this list, it means ......"

Yang Zhexuan continued with his words: "It means that your father is also a person who sells phantom powder. ”

"How is that possible?" Song Chang did not show nervousness, but instead had an inexplicable calmness and calmness.

The more frightened he found himself, the calmer he became, and he forgot how and when it came.

He remembered what Zhang Fan said again - this is a business that harms others and himself.

In fact, before opening the list, Song Chang already had a guess, but now that he sees the truth as he expected, it is a little difficult to accept.

At this time, he regretted that he was curious about the ending.

"Song Chang, are you okay?" He saw that Song Chang's expression was calm and abnormal, without any emotion, but it was precisely because of this that it made people more and more worried.

"Thank you for coming to me, but I'm feeling a little uncomfortable right now......"

Yang Zhexuan understood what he meant, and he had already been photographed, so there was no need to stay here.

"That'...... I'll bother next time. ”

"It's me who didn't entertain well." Song Chang nodded apologetically.

Lu Xiao had just walked out of the association and saw a face he should be familiar with not far away, and then he quickly turned around and left, afraid of being recognized.

That was Yang Zhexuan's good friend Sun Bo, who was also a member of the Federation.

The list lay quietly on the table, and Song Chang on the side closed his eyes tightly, as if he was escaping reality.

At this moment, he finally understood the reason why he had to destroy the documents - if he was seen by An Hui, his father's powder sales would not be buried.

A burst of footsteps came, and Sun Bo's voice sounded: "Song Chang, I found it, this is a copy-"

"List of Phantom Stacks." Song Chang opened his eyes, and his breathing slowly became deeper and heavier.

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At lunchtime, the smell of rice overflows.

Ji Wu's wife, Chen Ying, was holding a piece of braised pork and sending it to Ji Zixun's bowl.

She was simply dressed, she looked in her forties, and her face was carved with wrinkles that matched her age, but her straight back was full of strength.

"Eat more."

"Thank you, Mom, but don't give me food." Ji Zixun said. He is fair-skinned and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

Sitting next to Ji Zixun was his brother Ji Zikun, who was tapping his legs with his fingers as if to match the beat of the music.

Chen Ying saw her eldest son's happy face, and couldn't help asking, "Zikun, is there anything happy about it?" ”

"Oh, nothing." Ji Zikun restrained his smile a little, as if he had become the disdainful look he usually had.

He wouldn't tell his mother that he had a crush on a woman who was very cold to him.

The woman was a painter, with a princess haircut, and although her appearance was not the most beautiful of the women he had ever seen, it was definitely unforgettable after one glance.

The problem now is that the painter woman has no feelings for him, which makes him a little annoyed.

But it doesn't matter, with his charm, it won't be long before she will be conquered by him.

Thinking so, the chopsticks were loading vegetables into the plate, and he accidentally touched his younger brother Ji Zixun's chopsticks.

He glanced at Ji Zixun contemptuously, then looked at the braised pork in his bowl, and then deliberately knocked his chopsticks open, picked up a mouthful of food and ate it.

There are always a lot of dishes that his mother has served him in his bowl, and his own bowl is empty.

When Chen Ying saw this scene, she frowned, and then shook her head helplessly.

Ji Zikun is one year older than Ji Zixun, although their appearance is very similar, but their personality and temperament give people a very different feeling.

The eldest son, Ji Zikun, has a weird hairstyle, a perverse and domineering personality, a ruffian, and a little wild.

The youngest son, Ji Zixun Si Wenwen, has a pair of gold-wire glasses on his nose, and there is a faint breath of books between his eyebrows.

"Cough-cough-" Ji Zixun suddenly let out a few coughs.

In autumn, the weather turned cooler, and he caught a cold again.

"Did you catch a cold? I'll go get some medicine for you. ”

"Mom, no, it'll be fine in two days." The cough gradually stopped, and Ji Zixun felt slightly unwell, but this was the norm.

He was born frail, so his family loved him, and over the years, under the careful care of his parents, his health gradually improved.

Of course, since Ji Zixun's dream is to be a police officer, he naturally has to be more diligent and hardworking than others when training in a martial arts school.

In contrast, parents naturally prefer motivated children.

The two brothers, who should have been close, because of the subtle partiality of their parents, caused Ji Zikun to seem to not like his younger brother very much, and he has always been at odds with him.

"You see that you can't carry it on your shoulders and can't carry it, so just quit the federation."

From Ji Zikun's words, Ji Zixun can always hear a faint ridicule, but it doesn't matter, he won't really care about these things with his brother.

"Don't be sarcastic about your brother." Chen Ying on the side said, his eyes were a little stern.

"Isn't it, just his body......" Ji Zikun took a sip of the drink at hand, feeling that the drink was light and tasteless.

"Mom, what my brother said is right......" Ji Zixun persuaded him to hurry up.

When he saw that his mother and brother were arguing over him, he felt very sorry.

"It's because I'm not in good health, and I'm always dragging others back." He fiddled with the cup in his hand, spun around, and then changed the subject, "Mom, has Dad been busy lately, and I haven't seen him all the time." ”

"It's the end of September, autumn fruits are on the market, and your dad has been busy wholesale fruits lately."

As soon as these words came out, she couldn't help but be suspicious.

Her husband, Ji Wu, runs a small fruit wholesale business outside the home, and his work place is far away from home, so he usually doesn't come back to eat together.

But...... He hadn't been home in a long time.

"I see."

Hearing his mother say this, Ji Zixun was still a little unsure.

Dad's whereabouts have been a little strange lately, but he can't say where the weirdness is.

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She grew up in a very wealthy family, her father had a hotel left by her ancestors, and her mother was the daughter of a famous businessman.

She has been pampered by thousands of people since she was born, and her parents have taken care of her meticulously.

The term rich second generation sounds hostile and contemptuous, but when you are actually a rich second generation, it still feels good.

She has been forced to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and her favorite hobby is to raise all kinds of flowers.

There are countless kinds of flowers in the world, and she is a flower lover, and when she sees an unfamiliar flower, she wants to immediately find information about this flower, and if the name or meaning of the flower happens to arouse her interest, she will deeply love this flower.

She has a wish in her heart: to plant all the flowers she likes, but she likes too many flowers, and as time goes by, she will only like more and more flowers, so this wish has been stranded.

But this wish has not yet been fulfilled, and now she has one more wish, and this wish is urgent - to be understood by her parents.

"Jin Nian, you are 24 years old this year, it's time to think about getting married."

"Mom, I really don't have the idea of getting married, and it's good if I can't live alone." Yang Jinnian said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Mrs. Yang was unhappy: "What kind of stupid thing to say, how can you not get married." ”

Nourished by love and materialism, she is well maintained.

"Sooner or later, people have to get married, and everyone is like that."

This sentence is the most heard words by Yang Jinnian in the past six months, and his ears are calloused.

Not only my mother, but also some relatives seem to say this every time I see her.

This sentence is like growing in their mouths, as soon as they open their mouths, they will float out on their own.

They invisibly gave her a kind of pressure and made her a little breathless.

At first, only her mother urged her to find a partner to marry, but then somehow, the marriage urging was like a virus, and it also swept her relatives, her friends, her neighbors, and even some strangers she didn't know.

They joined the camp urging her to get married, and every day they openly and secretly put her in a situation of "it will be too late if you don't get married".

I really don't understand why they like to urge others to get married so much?

Maybe it's all genes.