The second day of the banquet.

Song Xianchen got up early in the morning to run as always, and then was eating breakfast leisurely at the dining table.

Today is no different than usual.

Suddenly, Song Xianchen said to Xu Hua, who was pouring a drink.

"Perhaps, you need to pack my bags."

"What?"

"Because somebody doesn't want me to stay here anymore, I'm too much of an eyesore." Song Xianchen raised his lowered eyes and looked at Xu Hua. "Don't tell Shi Ran about this."

"Understood."

"There's going to be a guest here today, so it's best to prepare."

"Guests?"

Liao Yu, who was listening to the conversation between the two, also tilted his head together.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and a woman walked in.

Song Xianchen raised his chin proudly and looked at the people who walked in.

The woman who served her beside Mrs. Song, Song Xianchen had seen it a few times.

"What kind of impudent attitude is this!"

Xu Hua loudly protested against her attitude of not even saying hello. Even if she is Mrs. Song's person, then Song Yanchen is still the second young master of the Song family in name.

So she snorted quietly before she barely lowered her head to say hello.

"Hello, Second Young Master."

Song Xianchen didn't answer, just nodded.

Perhaps sensing the insult, she gritted her teeth.

"Second young master, Madame asked you to go to the garden, I have something to say."

As if she was the lady of the Song family, she had an extremely arrogant posture.

Song Xianchen calmly wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "I can't go now." ”

"What?"

It seemed that he didn't expect to be rejected, so he couldn't hide his panic and asked rhetorically.

"If you have something to say to me, come in person." Song Xianchen threw away the napkin in his hand, raised his eyes, stared at his eyes and said, "I'm a little uncomfortable now, tell her that I'm sick and can't go." ”

"What's wrong with that?"

"Are you a doctor?" Song Xianchen asked indifferently: "Will you see a doctor?" I'm sick, do I need to explain it to you? ”

Song Xianchen's words made her speechless, standing in place, motionless.

"Liao Yu, send her out."

After Song Xianchen said this, he continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Liao Yu stepped forward and took her out, Xu Hua quietly approached and confirmed Song Xianchen's face.

It looks no different.

Are you really sick?

"There may be a lot of guests today, set up a person at the door, as long as it's not Mrs. Song, whoever comes will say that I'm sick and can't leave the room."

Xu Hua may not have understood what it meant at first, until later, when Mrs. Song sent someone every hour, she understood.

No matter who the people sent were, they were all sent away, and they couldn't even see Song Xianchen.

When it's completely dark.

Xu Hua came to Song Xianchen, who was sitting in the living room reading a book, and put down envelopes of various sizes and colors in front of him.

"This is the banquet invitation I came to send to the young master today."

Song Xianchen looked at the envelope that was so thick that he couldn't even hold it with one hand.

"Sure enough, this kind of activity, I shouldn't have appeared."

But it's also to be expected.

I don't like it, but it's useful.

"Okay, please wait a minute......"

Liao Yu shouted in panic.

After a commotion, the door to the living room slammed open.

"Here we are, guest."

Song Xianchen muttered to himself and looked at the rude visitor who had been waiting for a day today.

"Song Xianchen."

I don't know how anxious I was, Mrs. Song came in from the door and stood in front of Song Xianchen in just a few seconds.

Mrs. Song, who strode in with a meteor, smiled like a mask on her face, but her eyes were cold when she looked at Song Xianchen.

"I heard you're sick?"

Song Xianchen didn't answer Mrs. Song, but looked at Liao Yu and Xu Hua unhurriedly.

"You go out for a while, we have something to say, talk alone."

Hearing Song Xianchen's words, the two paused, but immediately went out and closed the door.

Now there are only two people left in the room, Song Xianchen and Mrs. Song.

"Song Xianchen, you have the ability, you need me to come to you in person, the others, you don't care about it, right?"

"Because I'm sick."

"Do you need me to get you a doctor?"

"There's no need." Song Xianchen said coldly: "Anyway, isn't the most important thing for Madam to fend for yourself?" ”

"You!" Mrs. Song shouted angrily, and then saw the invitation on the table, and her brows furrowed. "Now is not the time to participate in the banquet casually, don't forget, you still have schoolwork, and our Song family does not raise waste."

"Huh!"

Song Xianchen chuckled lightly when he heard this.

Rubbish?

It's Song Yanzhe.

Song Xianchen paused.

Then he said something exciting.

"I spent a lot of meaningful time with my dad yesterday, and my dad seems to have great expectations for me, I don't know how Madame is going to deal with this?"

Mrs. Song clenched her hands tightly, and the joints of her hands wearing thick rings turned white.

Seeing Mrs. Song's angry appearance, Song Xianchen hooked the corners of his mouth, his smile was good-looking, but cold.

What does the enemy want most?

Song Yanzhe got everything from the Song family.

Song Xianchen is the biggest and only obstacle that stands in the way of this path.

During the banquet, Song Xianchen knew that Mrs. Song was watching him from beginning to end.

I can also see how angry she is about what happened at the banquet, and she has long had a premonition that she will come to such a show today.

"Say what you want."

Mrs. Song said in a completely different tone.

"One hundred million."

"Money?"

When Mrs. Song said this, her eyes and tone were full of suspicion.

100 million is also a considerable amount.

Mrs. Song suddenly scoffed at Song Xianchen's idea of asking for money.

"What I want is money, and sure enough, the blood of that slut can't be hidden, after all, it's still a slut, but I just want money."

Madam Song looked at Song Xianchen contemptuously.

But Song Xianchen was very calm, and he didn't have any anger at all about her words.

"So what? 100 million, can't you take it out? ”

"Okay, here you go."

The tone is like speaking to a beggar.

"But there is one condition, I will give you 100 million, leave Nanhu, any school you want, and you are not allowed to return to the Song family until you graduate from college. Promise to do this, and I'll give you money. ”

"Okay."

Song Xianchen agreed very happily.

Now he has nothing, only relying on his own strength, it is really not easy to get the Song family. So there needs to be some capital, and it's going to be a bumpy road ahead anyway.

In the past few years since he left, it was an opportunity for Song Yanzhe, but for Song Yanchen, why not?

"Until I graduate!"

Mrs. Song asked again to confirm.

"Of course."

Mrs. Song, who received a clear reply from Song Xianchen, breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Song Xianchen said to Mrs. Song's back: "I won't set off before collecting the money, if you want to hurry, hurry up and prepare the money." ”