MTL - Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub-Chapter 75 Yanqin, I'm Fu Yanchi

  Chapter 75 Yanqin, I am Fu Yanchi

   "Is the **** old man out of his mind? What do you want me to do when you get caught? Think I'm a floating board?"

  In the billiard room of the high-end club, Song Ziyu was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, and he tore off his tie at will, feeling extremely irritable.

   In the afternoon, he was summoned by the police station, asking him to assist in the investigation.

  At that time, he was at work, and the phone call came to the company. Everyone looked at him as if he was a criminal.

   That feeling is the same as when Song Yueliang messed up the pornographic project before, everyone looked at him like a piece of trash.

   Grass fuck!

   "Do you think I have been unlucky these days? Why is it not good to involve Song Yueliang?" He asked several other people in the billiard room.

   This billiards room is also one of the fixed bases for the Huicheng brothers to have fun.

  At this time, besides him, Jiang Zhengyang and several other second-rate family heirs were playing ball around the table, and the sound of billiard **** was endless.

  Song Ziyu has the highest status among the group of people. When they are together, they will not easily offend him, and they will not say anything that offends him.

  Hearing his question, in the old days, those second-rate families would have already agreed with each other, scolding Song Yueliang together with him.

  But today, those people were unusually quiet, only laughing dryly after he spoke.

  The event that a certain second-generation ancestor of the Crown Club was beaten for making fun of Song Yueliang was still fresh in the memory of everyone, and they dared not make a mistake.

   After all, he offended Song Ziyu, and he was still able to make peace with him.

   Offended Yan Qin, but he was not even qualified to serve wine.

"Young Master Song, this matter is complicated. I should blame that godly old woman for daring to bring the matter up on you, and she doesn't care about her identity. She is just a country woman." In the end, it was Jiang Zhengyang who broke the matter. Embarrassed, "Since the police station summoned you, how are you going to deal with it? Did your old man explain it?"

"How else can I deal with it? Leave it to a lawyer." Remembering that he was scolded **** by the old man in the office because of this matter, Song Ziyu's face darkened even more. "The family surnamed Tian, ​​still want to see me and my father? They Enough?"

Jiang Zhengyang's eyes flickered, he put down his cue and went to sit next to Song Ziyu, and asked gossipingly in a low voice, "Young Master Song, what's going on? As soon as Song Yueliang reported that someone had stolen her daughter, the whole circle They were all shocked. Has she... had a baby before?"

   Few people in the circle know about this.

   Regarding Song Yueliang's past, most people only know that she is the illegitimate daughter of the Song family, and they don't know what happened in the middle.

  The Song family has never acknowledged Song Yueliang's identity to the outside world.

  There is only one thing that everyone can see, and that is Song Yueliang's methods and abilities.

  Usually dare not provoke.

   "Hmph, I got pregnant a few years ago, and I don't know whose **** I'm pregnant with." Song Ziyu snorted coldly.

   "Song Yueliang didn't say who that person is?"

"I didn't say anything, otherwise my old man would have pulled that man out and ripped him apart! Damn it, Song Yueliang's mouth is like a clam shell, and she's all about protecting that man!" After getting angry, Song Ziyu gloated and sneered, "She really is Being affectionate and righteous to others, what happened? The man seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he never found her again. He deserved it!"

  At the beginning, it was about the marriage between the Yan and Song families. In order to marry the Yan family smoothly, the scandals that happened to Song Yueliang were suppressed by the Song family and kept in their stomachs as secrets.

   After all, if someone who wants to marry the Yan family gets pregnant before marriage, it is tantamount to putting green on the head of the Yan family. Which wealthy family can bear this kind of humiliation?

  The Song family couldn't bear the anger of the Yan family.

  But now that the matter has come out, and several years have passed, he doesn't need to hide it anymore.

   It was Song Yueliang who was able to do the scandalous thing of getting pregnant out of wedlock, just like her unworthy **** mother!

  Why should he cover for her?

   "I didn't expect Song Yecha to have such a past..." Jiang Zhengyang glanced at Song Ziyu, then leaned over and whispered, "Song Shao, to be honest, her child is gone, is it also your family's handwriting?"

  Song Ziyu's expression changed, and he glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't pour dirty water on my head, or brother will have nothing to do!"

"Tsk, I'm just gossiping, why are you still angry? What's the relationship between us? I can still set you up!" Jiang Zhengyang spread his hands and made a silence gesture, "Okay, calm down, I'll talk to you after this matter." Never mention it again, okay?"

   Only then did Song Ziyu's anger dissipate.

  But Jiang Zhengyang and the other observers had their own scales in their hearts.

  If the matter of Song Yueliang had nothing to do with the Song family, how could the old woman of the Tian family involve the Song family and his son?

   Also, why did Song Yueliang target the Song family as a deadly enemy?

  The rich and powerful are insidious, and everyone present has seen a lot.

  …

  At the back gate of Huicheng High School, there is a small two-story western-style building.

  The outer wall is white and brand new, and the balcony on the second floor hangs green plants, which are lush and green, revealing the poetic flavor of my daughter's home in the hot summer.

  The sun is setting and the school is over.

  In the alley in front of Xiaoyanglou, students passing by after school would always look at Xiaoyanglou with envy and longing in their eyes.

  Bicycle bells are ringing, groups of students are chatting and laughing wantonly, and the evening wind is blowing, and the flying hair is full of youth.

   At this time, the windows on the second floor were closed tightly, and the high-end solid-color curtains were tightly covering the room.

  A room that is impenetrable to light, gloomy and dim, filled with smoke.

  On the single bamboo armchair against the wall, sat a man.

  The man was tall and tall, and he looked cramped sitting on the elegant armchair.

  The lit cigarette was held between his slender fingers, the red light flickered on and off, and there was already a pile of cigarette butts under his feet.

  From time to time, a youthful voice came in from outside the window. The man was in a trance, as if he saw girls and boys chasing after them on bicycles in the long alleys, laughing wantonly with the tinkling of bells.

Jingle Bell-

Jingle Bell-

  The burning cigarette burned his hand, the man came back to his senses, only to find that the phone next to him rang.

   Throwing the cigarette **** on the ground and stomping it out, the man answered the phone, "Who is there?"

  After a moment of silence on the other end, a man's voice like flying springs and broken jade came, "Yanqin, I'm Fu Yanchi."

  Yanqin paused for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes, which were sharp and dark, "Ah Chi?"

   "I'm in Huicheng High School now, do you still remember the old place? Come out and meet."

  The person on the other end seemed to be smiling, but Yanqin wasn't sure.

  In his eyes, Fu Yanchi has always been a difficult person to understand.

  On the surface, he is gentle and courteous to everyone, but it seems that Song Yueliang is the only one who can really enter his field over the years.

"Of course I remember, West Lane Ice Room, the three of us used to like to go to the place." Yanqin raised a corner of his mouth, took out the gold-rimmed glasses next to the phone and put them on, covering the dim light in his eyes, "wait for me .”

  (end of this chapter)