Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Seeing that Song Ci was silent and not speaking, Song Fei felt that sisterhood was just that, and could be broken at any time.

"Why, you don't want to lend it to me?" Song Fei sneered, "That's how you love me."

Song Ci felt guilty and said softly: "I don't have much money."

Song Fei: "Your man has a lot of money."

Song Ci: "Yanjiang is also rich."

"I have hands and feet, why should I use a man's money!" Sister Song Fei has a heavy burden.

Song Ci's eyelids jumped wildly when she heard these words. She rolled her eyes and retorted to Song Fei: "You have hands and feet and you can't use men's money, so I will cut off my hands and feet?" Song Ci glared at Song Fei fiercely, She said: "I don't want to use Brother Han's money either."

Song Fei sneered and told her: "You are married, your marriage certificate is stamped, and your property is shared. It is only natural that you use his money."

Song Fei added: "Besides, the Mo family's affairs are not my business alone. Dad is our common father. Since we need to find out his relationship with the Mo family, there is no reason for me to do it alone. You don’t contribute any money or effort, do you really think of yourself as the richest man’s wife?”

Song Fei usually doesn't talk much, but when he talks too much, he can irritate people to death.

Song Ci rectified the loss. She took out the bank card she had prepared long ago and said, "There are six million in it, which are the dividends Liang Bo gave me and the endorsement fees I earned from endorsements for the airlines. Song Fei, give me the money You, please don’t cause trouble for me.”

Song Ci was always worried that Song Fei would commit a crime.

Song Fei took the card away and put the bank card into her pocket without any psychological burden. When she put it in, she asked Song Ci: "I have prepared it a long time ago, why didn't I take it out before?"

"It's such a huge sum of money, I can't bear to part with it." Song Ci looked at the outline of the bank card in the pocket of Song Fei's suit pants, and her heart was bleeding.

Song Fei was amused by Song Ci's pitiful eyes. She raised her right hand and hugged Song Ci's arm, just like a scumbag trying to coax his girlfriend. She coaxed Song Ci: "Don't worry, little idiot. My sister has made money. I will definitely Give it back to you.”

Song Ci didn't believe her at all. Those who engage in virus research will never make much money in their lifetime. Song Ci took out the money and had no intention of getting it back.

As Song Fei said, it is not Song Fei's responsibility to find out what happened between his father and the Mo family. As Song Tingyun's daughter, Song Ci also has the responsibility. She contributed money and Song Fei contributed, that's what she should do.

Han Zhan is now a popular man, and he will be surrounded by people wherever he goes. When he sees Song Fei with Song Fei, he can talk to people with peace of mind.

After Yan Jiang entered the hall, he saw many colleagues and friends in the entertainment industry, and was also dragged over by others to reminisce about old times. After the two sisters got some peace, they sat down on the sofa and opened the auction book to study it.

"Song Ci." Su Huanyan's gentle and clear voice sounded behind Song Ci.

Song Ci turned around and saw a beautiful pregnant woman standing behind her. Su Huanyan's belly has also swelled, and the cheongsam no longer fits her. Today, Su Huanyan gave up the cheongsam and wore an off-white dress with a wide hem, covering her pregnant belly.

"Huanyan, come here and sit down." Song Ci patted the empty seat next to her.

Hearing the name Huanyan, Song Fei raised her head and glanced at Su Huanyan. Nodding coldly to Su Huanyan, Song Fei lowered her head and continued to flip through the book.

Su Huanyan was so handsome by Song Fei in a suit.

After sitting down next to Song Ci, Su Huanyan secretly whispered to Song Ci and said, "Song Ci, is this your sister Song Fei? It's amazing. You two look alike, but you wear different styles of clothes. But they have two temperaments.”

Song Ci asked funnyly: "Tell me, what kind of temperament do I have, and what kind of temperament does Song Fei have?"

Su Huanyan said: "You are noble and generous."

Song Ci smiled with narrowed eyes.

Su Huanyan glanced at Song Fei and said in a lower voice: "Your sister is gangster and domineering."

"That's a good summary." Song Ci couldn't help laughing. She bumped Song Fei's arm and said, "Is your sitting posture elegant? You are not ladylike at all."

Song Fei was chewing popping candies, wearing a black suit and a pair of black diamond-topped high heels. She was sitting on the sofa, folding her legs and looking at the brochure with her chin slightly raised. She was just like the overbearing CEO, which was indeed unladylike.

After hearing Song Ci's words, Song Fei thought she was farting. There were thousands of people with thousands of looks, fat and thin, each with his or her own merits, and she wanted to be the most unique woman.

Song Ci and Su Huanyan were the same type of girls. Neither could resist the attraction of beautiful jewelry. The two of them chattered about which set of jewelry looked better and what kind of skirt should go with that pair of earrings.

Song Fei listened indifferently.

She raised her head and looked towards Yan Jiang, and saw a girl almost pressing her body against Yan Jiang. Song Fei stood up, picked up the wine, and walked over there step by step.

There were three people standing and talking with Yan Jiang, two men and one woman. The men were all actors. They are all old friends who worked with Yan Jiang in his famous works many years ago.

At that time, they were both still young and did not understand the rules of the circle. The friendship established at that time was quite pure. In addition, Yan Jiang's character goes his own way, he doesn't play with personality and is not pretentious. Everyone likes his true temperament.

After so many years, they have always maintained a good relationship. They will also find time to meet several times a year, have gatherings, have meals, and sing. When we met at a party, it was inevitable that we would have to hold Yanjiang to talk about old times.

The tall girl wearing a dark purple tube top skirt is a well-known model in China, and she has shot fashion magazines with Yan Jiang.

This girl had chased Yan Jiang before, but Yan Jiang only had Song Fei in his heart and rejected the girl directly.

The scene Song Fei saw just now was when the girl approached Yan Jiang and asked, "Brother Jiang, I heard that you are in love. Did you bring your girlfriend?"

Yan Jiang subconsciously took a step back, stretched out a finger and poked the girl's arm, reminding her: "Watch your distance when you speak. I have a family member who is engaged. If we are too close, people will misunderstand us."

Hearing this, the girl looked a little embarrassed.

The two old friends sympathized with the female model when they saw that Yan Jiang was so ruthless in his methods of destroying flowers.

The actor named Wei Lai asked Yan Jiang: "By the way, when you were interviewed last time, you openly admitted that you have been pursuing Song Fei for many years. You just said that you were engaged and you didn't bring your fiancée?"

It was the first time that Yan Jiang and Song Fei participated in such a public occasion. He wished that everyone would know that he and Song Fei were a couple. "She's here too."

Yan Jiang raised his head and looked towards where Song Fei was sitting.

Glancing over, he saw Song Fei getting up and walking towards them. Yan Jiang nodded his chin in the direction Song Fei was walking in and said, "That's my fiancée."

Wei Lai and the female models looked up and turned at the same time, looking in the direction of Song Fei, and saw a girl wearing a white navel-baring vest and a black suit strolling over.

The girl's waist was not a waist, but Saburo's machete. It was so thin and white that no one dared to look at it.

The girl is beautiful, but her eyes are as cold as mountain spring water. At first glance, she is a girl who is not easy to mess with.

The actor named Zhong Xiangshou next to Wei Lai clearly saw how good Song Fei looked. He winked and raised his eyebrows at Yan Jiang and said with a smile, "My fiancée is very dashing."

Yan Jiang half-smiled, "That's my little ancestor."

Song Fei's little ancestor walked up to them, looked straight at the female model next to Yan Jiang, and narrowed her cold eyes.

After only looking at the female model indifferently, Song Fei walked up to Yan Jiang, raised her right hand, and gently patted Yan Jiang's right arm, as if she was cleaning out a virus, feeling disgusted and disgusted.

There was no dust there, it was just swept by the female model's hair.

Knowing that Song Fei must be angry, Yan Jiang was elated. He maintained the expression on his face and introduced Song Fei and his two friends. "A Fei, this is Wei Lai and Zhong Xiangshou, my friends in the industry."

When it was his turn to introduce the girl, Yan Jiang's smile faded and he said in an indifferent tone: "This is Michelle, a female colleague I had contact with at work before."

Song Fei nodded and said hello to Wei Lai and the others, and then glanced at Michele lukewarmly. She had no reaction, just like looking at the air.

Michelle looked embarrassed from the moment Song Fei patted Yan Jiang's sleeves. At this moment, being ignored by Song Fei again, Michelle couldn't stay any longer no matter how thick-skinned she was, so she found an excuse and ran away.

Wei Lai and Zhong Xiangshou looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

They finally figured out that Yan Jiang, the arrogant god, had found Song Fei, the tyrant god.

A carrot and a pit, it's quite a match.

Wei Lai and the others chatted with Yan Jiang and Song Fei for a while, and Song Fei was polite and kind to Wei Lai and the others for Yan Jiang's sake. After the two people left, Song Fei stared at Yan Jiang with an unpredictable expression and said, "Be more conscious from now on and don't play around with women. Your body is mine, don't let anyone touch it."

Yan Jiang was very happy.

Song Fei's jealous look is so cute.

He quickly defended and proved his innocence, "I have nothing to do with her. She covets my beauty and male body. But I only covet you."

Song Fei: "Tsk!"

Nasty!

Song Fei said, "Let's go, it's time to take a seat." After saying that, Song Fei strode forward. Looking from behind, her ears were red and translucent.

Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's ears with deep eyes.

Want to bite.

He pinched his bulging collarbone and then followed Song Fei towards the venue.

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Above the head is the suspended ceiling of the planet's sky, and the crystal lamp shines with dazzling light. Men and women sit under the light and whisper about tonight's auction items.

After the auction officially started, a tall man with a handsome face walked onto the high platform.

He has a pair of charming brown eyes, which look gentle when he looks at people. Without a speech script, the man spoke without script and said: "Welcome all guests to participate in the annual charity auction of Crowning Love. I am a jewelry brand named Crowning Love." The boss, Qiao Sen.” Boss Qiao’s voice is also very nice.

Qiao Sen is from Binjiang City, and his status in Binjiang City is equivalent to Cheng Yanmo's status in Wangdong City. After he introduced himself, the guests all applauded.

Song Ci applauded and said to Han Zhan: "This Mr. Qiao is quite handsome."

Han Zhan told her: "This Mr. Qiao already has a wife, so stop your delusions."

Song Ci was wronged. She rolled her eyes at Han Zhan angrily, her eyes filled with aggrievedness. "Brother Han, what are you talking about? My heart is completely filled with you, so there is no room for others."

Han Zhan knew that she loved poverty, so he just smiled and said nothing.

After Qiao Sen finished his speech, he walked down the stage and sat in the middle of the first row. The host of the auction came on stage, and under her skillful mouth, every auction item seemed to be given life and legendary stories, becoming precious and unique.

A sales mouth and a bluff, under the instigation of the host's eloquent tongue, the guests rushed to shout out the price as if they had been given blood.

Song Ci sighed: "There are so many rich people."

Han Zhan raised his eyebrows but remained silent.

"The auction item below is the new work 'Plucking Lotus' by the jade carving master Erza." The emcee came up with a treasure in both hands. The host opened the curtain to reveal the jade carving work inside.

It was an ornament carved from jasper. On a pure black stone plate, there stood a statue of a dragonfly picking a lotus. The lotus and even the petite dragonfly were all carved lifelike.

A detailed picture of this work was displayed on the big screen. The guests present were all moved when they saw it.

The host first introduced everyone to the selection of materials and carving techniques for this jade carving, and then introduced the owner of the jade carving.

"It goes without saying that Master Erza is well-known in the jade carving world. Every year, she puts out one of her most satisfactory works for charity auctions. Her works are also the most sought-after treasures among jade enthusiasts in recent years. 'Lotus Picking Picture' The auction starts at NT$500,000, the highest bidder will win!”

Erza is not only a jade carver, she is also the younger sister of tonight's organizer, Mr. Qiao Sen, Qiao Jiu Sheng, the young lady of the Fang family, a wealthy family in Binjiang City. The guests were willing to take pictures of it, not only because of the collection value of the work itself, but also because they wanted to be friends with Qiao Sen and have a relationship with the young lady of the Fang family.

Song Ci knew Erza. They had met at several fashion parties. However, there was only a few years difference in age between the two and they had different circles of friends, so their relationship was normal.

Song Ci tilted her head and said to Han Zhan, "How about we buy this? It's quite nice. I see you don't have any decorations on your desk, so this is quite suitable."

Han Zhan liked the color and shape of the jasper very much, so he said, "Buy it." If Han Zhan didn't make a move, it would be in his pocket. Han Zhan finally bought the Lotus Picking for four million.

Later, they took a photo of a gem necklace for Mo Yao and then made no move.

Song Fei had never called out the price since the auction started. She felt bored and even took out her phone to play Miracle Nuannuan. This thing cost her tens of thousands of dollars, and Song Fei vowed to become the number one player in Miracle Nuannuan.

However, Yan Jiang saw that one of the dark green bracelets was very beautiful, so he took a photo of it and planned to give it to Song Fei.

Halfway through the auction, Hanqing Shen came belatedly. She and Qiao Sen were old acquaintances, and they were so cold that they sat directly next to Qiao Sen.

Song Ci caught a glimpse of Han Qingshen, and she asked Han Zhan: "Han Qingshen is here. Why isn't Manager Bei here?"

"He's working overtime, entertaining Fox and the others on my behalf." Because Han Zhan was coming to attend the auction, Bei Zhan had no choice but to entertain the visiting business group from the UK on Han Zhan's behalf.

Song Ci sympathized with the Northern War.

The coldness was very honorable to Qiao Sen. Within a quarter of an hour after she sat down, she took pictures of two items. After taking pictures, she stopped holding up the sign and instead lowered her head to discuss something with Qiao Sen. These two people probably regarded the auction as a business conversation meeting.

After a few more minutes, the jade fox was finally placed.

The so-called jade fox is actually not a jade article, but a small object carved from red agate. It is called the jade fox because of its bright color and jade-like light.

The workmanship of the jade fox was quite exquisite, but it was not the work of a famous jewelry master, and the material was just ordinary red agate. The guests were not interested in it.

The host introduced: "This is a fox carved from red agate. It comes from eastern Sichuan. This red fox has the effect of improving endocrine and strengthening blood circulation. Wearing it for a long time will be of great benefit to the body."

Probably because they understood that this thing was a piece of junk, the organizer set a low auction price for it, only 10,000 yuan.

Song Ci raised a sign, "Fifty thousand."

Song Ci thought that no one would compete with her for this thing, but she heard a male voice from the seats on the west side: "One hundred thousand." It was a young boy's voice who was in the stage of changing his voice, and it was a bit hoarse.

Everyone thought: Is it stupid to spend 100,000 yuan to buy such a thing?

Everyone looked to the west curiously and recognized this young man as the young master of the Long family, a well-known medical family in Wangdong City. They all felt strange in their hearts, is this thing really that good? Is it worth the fight between the young master of the Long family and the proprietress of Zeus International?

Song Ci also looked at the young man.

Seeing Song Ci looking towards him, the young master of the Long family blushed silently. He said to Song Ci with lip language: "I'm sorry."

Song Ci felt tired.

This little guy used to be a cutie who followed her around and threatened to marry her when he grew up.

Teenage love is bullshit.

Song Ci continued to raise the sign, "Two hundred thousand."

The young man calmly added: "Three hundred thousand." The Long family has doctors, including Chinese medicine and Western medicine. There are people in the family who make medicines and people who sell medicines. The most important thing is money. The young man was determined to get this red agate fox.

Song Ci got into a fight with the young man, and the two of them continued to increase the price without changing their expressions. They chased each other, and they actually raised the price of that piece of trash to a sky-high price of two million.

Song Ci wanted to retreat.

It's not worth spending millions on such a crappy thing. She couldn't help but secretly wonder in her mind what the probability was of successfully snatching away the red fox after knocking out Young Master Long.

Seeing that Song Ci had ceased its activities and was planning to give up, Young Master Long also breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he finished speaking, a woman in a black suit who looked exactly like Song Ci raised a sign and shouted: "Two million and a half million!"

Young Master Long was angry.

Where did this broomstick come from?

Young Master Long was about to raise his sign and continue to increase the price, when his phone suddenly vibrated. The young master turned on his phone and saw a message asking for help from his good friend——

Brother Kun: [Longlong, I had a car accident! 】

This Brother Kun is the young master's best friend. Brother Kun will only become an adult next month, but he has been secretly playing motorcycle racing for a year and a half. Young Master Long had tried to persuade him several times to stop playing with such dangerous things, but Brother Kun wouldn't listen.

Look, something is going on!

After receiving the news, the young master had no doubts. He stood up and left, not wanting the fox.

Seeing the young master suddenly getting up and leaving immediately, the whole audience was stunned.

Are you angry?

Children are children, and they cannot bear it mentally.

Young Master Long gave up on his own initiative, and the red agate fox naturally fell into Song Fei's hands.

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Young Master Long’s name is Long Gao Gao. He wants to kiss, hug, or lift up the one Gao Gao. This name is just a play.

Long Gaogao ran outside the venue in one breath. He took out his mobile phone and called Brother Kun while walking to the underground garage. The call didn't go through, and Long Gaogao thought Brother Kun was injured and passed out.

He was distraught.

After getting in the car, Long Gaogao called Brother Kun again, and this time the call went through.

Brother Kun answered the phone and asked Long Gaogao in a loud voice: "Longlong, what are you doing? Your brother is singing in KTV, are you coming?"

Long Gaogao: "."

"Didn't you have a car accident?" Long Gaogao gritted his teeth, his expression uncertain.

Brother Kun was stunned, "Car accident?"

Brother Kun looked at the friends around him, hung up the phone directly, and made a WeChat video call to Long Gaogao. Long Gaogao answered the video, and when he saw the lively Brother Kun, he immediately realized that he had been tricked!

Who could actually control Brother Kun’s WeChat and send him text messages at that time!

"Who knows your WeChat password?" Long Gaogao tortured Brother Kun.

Brother Kun was confused, but he still replied obediently: "It's just you."

Long Gaogao was so angry that he hung up the phone directly.

He threw the phone hard on the empty seat next to him and cursed angrily: "You fucking hacker, fuck me! If I catch you, I won't throw you into the ditch to feed the rats!"

In the venue, Song Fei suddenly sneezed.

Yan Jiang asked her: "Is the air conditioner temperature too low?"

Song Fei rubbed her nose and said very self-awarely: "No, someone is scolding me."

Yan Jiang thought Song Fei was joking.

Seeing Song Ci and Han Zhan standing behind them, Yan Jiang turned around and asked them: "Song Song, Mr. Han, are you going back now or leaving later?"

Song Ci asked Han Zhan: "Brother Han, shall we leave?"

Han Zhan looked at the time, it was nine forty. Pregnant women are always hungry easily. Han Zhan lowered his head and asked Song Ci: "Are you hungry? If so, we will go for a midnight snack."

As soon as Song Ci heard about the midnight snack, he secreted a lot of saliva in his mouth.

"Hungry!" Song Ci asked Yan Jiang: "Brother Jiang, is the barbecue restaurant we used to go to still open?"

"Here, let's go together?" Yan Jiang happened to be a little hungry as well.

"That's okay."

The four of them walked out of the venue and walked through the corridor toward the elevator entrance.

When they were about to reach the elevator, they met Han Qingshen. It's quieter here, Han Qingshen is leaning against the corridor wall and answering the phone. Not far away, Song Ci heard Han Qingshen say: "Uncle Yan, are you here?"

I don't know what the person on the other end said, so Han Qingshen said: "I will come down to find you now."

Han Qingshen hung up the phone and looked up to see Song Ci and the four of them. Han Qingshen and Han Zhan naturally knew each other, and they had also spoken to Yan Jiang at a movie awards night.

They were all acquaintances, Han Qingshen asked them first: "Won't you stay for a while?"

Han Zhan said: "Song Ci is tired, so we will leave first. Sister-in-law, do you need me to call Bei Zhan to pick you up?"

Han Qingshen snorted lightly, looking at Han Zhan's eyes without warmth. "As a boss, you are very good at exploiting your subordinates. You come here to be cool and carefree, leaving Bei Zhan alone in the company to work as a bully!"

I feel deeply sorry for Bei Zhan.

She really wanted to capture Bei Zhan, make him a beautiful cage at home, and let him be her own canary.

But Bei Zhan doesn't want to be Canary, he just wants to be Donkey Kong.

Song Ci thought that Han Zhan would be guilty, but Han Zhan was too thick-skinned. After hearing Han Qingshen's accusation, he made a serious suggestion to Han Qingshen. He said: "Sister-in-law, you can acquire Zeus International and let Bei Zhan will be the CEO and I will be the deputy manager."

"The boss has an order, and Han Zhan is bound to do it!"

Deep coldness: "."

If she could acquire Zeus International, wouldn't she have done so earlier? But Zeus International is a hard nut, and she can't even chew it if she wants to.

Han Qingshen sneered, opened her long legs and left.

Song Fei, who had been listening to the whole conversation, raised his head, stared at Han Zhan with a half-smile, and said, "My brother-in-law also has a very vicious mouth."

Brother-in-law Han dared to offend Han Qingshen, but he didn't dare to offend Song Fei, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

The four of them followed Han Qingshen into the elevator. In the elevator, Han Qingshen asked Song Ci: "In what month were you born, Song Ci?"

Song Ci still respected Han Qingshen. After all, this woman was definitely a powerful person if she could secure her position as the president of Empire Entertainment. Song Ci replied coldly: "There are still more than three months, it should be the end of winter."

"That's four years younger than our little treasure. I heard Bei Zhan said they are a pair of daughters?"

"Well, after checking, they are indeed a pair of daughters."

"congratulations."

While talking, the elevator reached the first floor. Han Qingshen turned around and asked Yan Jiang: "Your car is also parked outside?"

"Yes, in Area B."

"Then let's go together."

The five people's cars were parked in the outdoor parking lot in Area B, and they walked out from the left side of the restaurant. From a distance, Song Ci saw a man standing in front of a Bentley.

The man must not be young anymore. There are a few very light wrinkles at the end of his eyes. But those wrinkles did not make him look older. Instead, they gave him a unique temperament, like a mellow wine that gets better and better with time.

The man held a little girl in his arms, it was Bei Xiaobao.

It was not a very hot night in the eighth month of the lunar calendar. Bei Xiaobao was wearing a long skirt with puff sleeves, and her long hair was tied into a pair of small braids.

Hearing the footsteps, Bei Xiaobao raised his head. Seeing the deep coldness, Bei Xiaobao's round eyes suddenly burst out with astonishing light. She opened her arms and shouted sweetly: "Mom!"

After Yan Rufeng saw Han Qingshen, he put Bei Xiaobao on the ground. Bei Xiaobao twisted his little butt and rushed towards Hanqing, his movements were fast, like a small cannonball.

Bei Xiaobao hugged Han Qingshen's legs, raised his head and said to Han Qingshen with a smile: "Mom, little grandpa and I have been waiting for you for a long time. Will you still take me to eat taro balls?"

Bei Xiaobao loves to eat taro balls. Hanqing Shen promised her the day before yesterday that she would take Bei Xiaobao to her favorite drink shop to eat taro balls tonight.

Han Qingshen looked thin, but he easily picked up Bei Xiaobao, who weighed more than thirty pounds. He scratched Bei Xiaobao's nose and said coldly: "Of course, mommy is coming."

Bei Xiaobao was so happy that he turned around and said to Yan Rufeng behind him: "Little grandpa, my mother agreed to take me to eat taro balls, and I will give you two."

Yan Rufeng didn't speak, but stared blankly behind Han Qingshen.

To be precise, Yan Rufeng was looking at Yan Jiang beside Song Fei.

Under the night, Yan Jiang was very conspicuous in a white suit. He was young and handsome, which gave Yan Rufeng the illusion of traveling through time and space to see himself when he was younger. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Looking at Yan Rufeng, Yan Jiang's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. It turns out that Director Yan of Empire Entertainment is Yan Rufeng.

No matter how many years pass, Yan Jiang will never forget Yan Rufeng's face and remember him as a person.

The man in front of him was the source of Yan Jiang's pain.

Although Yan Rufeng is the director of Empire Entertainment, he rarely appears in public. He is low-key and mysterious and only lives by word of mouth. Yan Jiang had also heard something about Director Yan, and knew that the CEO of Empire Entertainment was deeply affectionate, but it was Director Yan who brought it about.

We also know that Director Yan has such an incredible relationship with Han Chenyi, the founder of Empire Entertainment.

Yan Jiang knows a lot about Director Yan of Empire Entertainment, but he doesn’t know that Director Yan’s name is Yan Rufeng!

Han Qingshen noticed something strange about Yan Rufeng, and she asked in surprise: "Uncle Yan, what's wrong? Is there anyone you know here?" Han Qingshen turned around and looked at Han Zhan and the four of them.

When Hanqing saw Yan Jiang, she thought of something deeply and her expression changed slightly.

Yan Rufeng, Yanjiang

Han Qingshen was shocked by his guess.

Yan Rufeng walked to Han Qingshen's side, and he looked at Yan Jiang opposite him with a calm expression. After a long time, Yan Rufeng said, "You have grown up, Jiang Jiang."

Han Qingshen opened his eyes slightly.

Is Yan Jiang really that child?

Hearing Yan Rufeng's words, Yan Jiang cast a strange and disdainful look at him. Yan Jiang said in an indifferent tone: "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Yan Rufeng could hear the hatred and deep resentment hidden in the young man's words. Yan Rufeng frowned slightly and asked Yan Jiang: "Do you hate Dad?"

dad!

Everyone present, except Yan Jiang himself, all changed their expressions.

Song Fei looked at Yan Rufeng's face and found it difficult to associate him with the uncle in his memory who wore cheap casual clothes and always had a gloomy look on his face. Song Ci no longer remembered Yan Jiang's father, so when she heard Yan Rufeng's words, she only thought it was ridiculous.

Are you kidding me?

Yan Rufeng is actually Ajiang's father?

Didn't it mean that after Yan Rufeng eloped with that man, he left Wangdong City and was never heard from again?

"Dad." Yan Jiang was not calling Yan Rufeng, but playing with the word 'dad' between his words.

For others, father and child should be one of the most intimate relationships in the world. But here in Yanjiang, dad is a disgusting term.

"Sir, could it be that you are mistaken? It has been fourteen years since my father died, and the grass on his grave is already three feet tall." Yan Jiang curled his lips indifferently, and asked Yan Rufeng: "How could you be my father, sir?"

Yan Rufeng: "."

He was not angry, but sighed: "Jiang Jiang, your personality is completely different from when you were a child. I remember that when you were a child, you were very sensible and well-behaved." Unlike now, you are rebellious and speak aggressively.

It would be fine if Yan Rufeng didn't mention his childhood. When he mentioned it, Yan Jiang felt ironic.

"Are you worthy of mentioning my childhood?" Yan Jiang's eyes turned red for a moment.

Yan Jiang clenched his fists, especially wanting to hit Yan Rufeng's face with his fists. But when he saw the little girl with innocent and ignorant eyes in Han Qingshen's arms, he endured it again.

He couldn't beat a little girl's grandfather in front of her.

Yan Jiang rubbed his neck and took a few heavy breaths. After his mind calmed down, Yan Jiang looked at Yan Rufeng carefully and took stock. Yan Jiang suddenly discovered that the tall and strong man in his memory was actually two centimeters shorter than him.

Yan Jiang sneered and said in a sarcastic tone: "Yan Rufeng, you did such a shameful thing, I hate you, isn't it right?"

Yan Rufeng didn't refute, just frowned and defended softly: "Things are not what you think."

"Why not?" Yan Jiang laughed, his eyes filled with tears because he thought it was ridiculous.

Yan Jiang held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes at any time. His voice sounded like crying as he whispered: "Who in that community doesn't know that Mrs. Yan's son abandoned his young and filial wife for a pervert?" Primary school son, and elderly mother!”

Yan Rufeng's eyes trembled, but he still didn't speak.

Yan Jiang suddenly strode towards Yan Rufeng, intending to hit him.

Han Zhan suddenly stretched out his left hand, clasped Yan Jiang's wrist accurately and quickly, and in a deep but oppressive voice, whispered in Yan Jiang's ear: "Yan Jiang, there are reporters nearby and there are children here, don't be impulsive. "

After Han Zhan reminded him, Yan Jiang suddenly stopped walking.

He breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling violently with rage.

From a distance, Yan Jiang stared at Yan Rufeng and cursed: "The person named Han is a pervert, and you are also a pervert! And I have been called 'the son of a pervert' for many years!"

"Because of you, I was beaten, bullied, and bullied on campus!"

"Because of you, I have no father or mother to love me. I have become an orphan and can only depend on my grandma!"

"Because of you, grandma couldn't bear the rumors and eventually hung herself with a rope under the door frame of her room! But I dare not sleep day and night, and have been haunted by nightmares about my tragic death for more than ten years!"

The muscles on Yan Jiang's neck were all visible. With his face and eyes red, he roared angrily and asked Yan Rufeng: "Yan Rufeng, shouldn't I hate you? Isn't the person in this world most qualified to hate you? me?"

——Am I not the last person in this world who has the right to hate you?

Yan Rufeng's expression moved slightly.

He looked at his son with pain, grievance, and guilt in his heart.

"You can hate me." Yan Rufeng's attitude was cold and indifferent. He turned his head and looked at the neon lights on the street in the distance and muttered, "You are innocent. You can hate me." But I should go. Who do you hate?

Yan Jiang smiled disdainfully at Yan Rufeng and said, "Yan Rufeng, you are really great when you let go of your own child and raise someone else's child."

Yan Rufeng said nothing.

Yan Jiang glanced at Han Qingshen, who was silent and had an unpleasant expression on the side. He was so jealous that he was mad with jealousy and spoke in a weird manner, "Mr. Han, you are really lucky."

Hanqing frowned deeply, "Yan Jiang."

Yan Jiang took Song Fei's hand and said, "A Fei, let's go." Song Fei held Yan Jiang's hand, called Song Ci, and left together.

After Yan Jiang and the others walked away, Yan Rufeng's straight back suddenly bent.

Hanqing hugged Bei Xiaobao and walked to Yan Rufeng. She looked at Yan Rufeng's lonely and confused face and said softly: "Uncle Yan, don't be angry. That kid doesn't know the truth. He hates you, too. That’s right.”

What Yan Jiang said tonight could not be described as cruel, every word was filled with the intention to kill Yan Rufeng. But Yan Jiang was right. After all, he was the most pitiful victim.

Yan Rufeng straightened up slowly. He turned around and looked at Yan Jiang who had walked to the car. There was some glistening mist in his eyes. Yan Rufeng said guiltily: "I didn't know that his grandmother's death cast such a deep shadow on him."

He was haunted by nightmares day and night and dared not fall asleep. More than ten years had passed since Yanjiang suffered such painful days. Yan Rufeng did not dare to think deeply about how cruel it was.

Suddenly, he felt sorry for Yan Jiang and felt a little regretful.

"I owe this child a lot." Yan Rufeng has also been paying attention to Yan Jiang's life over the years, and knows that Yan Jiang later became an actor and became extremely popular. I also know that he later quit the industry and became a forensic doctor.

Yan Jiang lives a carefree life and goes his own way, which is completely different from Yan Rufeng in his youth.

Although he is his own child, Yan Jiang's personality is very much like Han Chenyi's.

Off topic: Thanks to the readers for their testimonials, several places have been modified in the article. First, the setting of director Huo Jing'an in Chapter 179 has been changed to a politician.

Second, regarding the fact that identical twins can only be twins of the same gender and cannot be twins, this is Geer's common sense and a joke. In Chapter 217, Song Ci's children have been changed into a pair of sisters.

Fortunately, the readers pointed out the mistake and allowed me to correct the mistake. I also want to thank you all for showing love to me instead of scolding me for having no common sense and being a pig-brained person.

I love you, okay~