Marriage of a wealthy family: rebirth of the ace boss

Zhou Lei is Song Hua's adoptive mother. She brought Song Hua back from the orphanage and she raised Song Hua with great effort.

But now Song Hua not only doesn't know how to repay the kindness of raising her, but instead treats her like an enemy.

A bastard is a bastard. No matter how good you treat her, you won't be able to raise her to maturity.

Zhou Lei is very angry now.

"Forget it, don't argue with your sister," Song Baoyi sighed, "Besides, I was also wrong about this matter."

"What's your fault! This is all that little bastard's fault!" Zhou Lei looked at Song Baoyi, "Baoyi, don't ever wrong yourself for that little bastard! She can't even compare to a hair of yours.

!”

Zhou Lei's greatest joy now is that she gave birth to such an outstanding daughter as Song Baoyi.

If she only had Song Hua as her adopted daughter, then she would have nothing to look forward to in this life!

**

upstairs.

Song Hua was sitting in front of the desk, with the desk lamp on. The mobile phone she had just bought during the day had been dismantled into pieces. Various parts were piled up together. I am afraid that even professionals would frown when they saw it.

Some of these parts are original to the mobile phone, and some were found at the flea market in the afternoon.

After buying a mobile phone, she didn't have much left with her, so she had no choice but to go to the flea market. Fortunately, she could also find good things at the flea market.

Song Hua lowered her eyebrows slightly, her eyebrows were serious, and she slowly put the various parts together. Under the illumination of the desk lamp, her already white fingers were now even more gleaming white, as slender as jade, so beautiful that it was amazing to see.

After a while, the scattered parts were pieced together into a complete mobile phone.

Song Hua pressed the power button.

Ding--

Turn on the phone.

The modified mobile phone looks no different from the normal mobile phone in appearance, but after using it, you will find that the modified mobile phone responds more than ten times faster than the ordinary phone.

Song Hua downloaded a financial software from the app store, opened it, and registered a new account.

Very simple account name.

sh.

Then, Song Hua put all the 120 yuan left in her bank card into a seemingly inconspicuous fund.

At this moment, a piece of news popped up on the web page.

Song Hua clicked in and was attracted by the banner hanging on the news homepage.

*Mysterious financial tycoon Miss Song died unexpectedly*

After clicking on it, there is an introduction about Miss Song.

miss Song.

Name unknown, identity unknown, birth address unknown, age 24.

Eight years ago, Miss Song became famous in the financial world, which allowed China to gain a firm foothold in the international financial world.

Miss Song died in a plane crash on May 26. On that day, the flight she was traveling on crashed into an unknown sea. The entire flight, including the captain and flight attendant, totaled 56, and all their bodies were lost.

There is this passage in the condolences:

"She overturned an era and created miracles that cannot be replicated. She is the belief of our generation!"

There are over a million comments below.

[I have never believed that this is true. Miss Song has always been a god-like existence in my heart. I hope that the media will come out to refute the rumors soon!]

[I’m still looking forward to seeing miss Song’s true appearance. I can’t forget the battle that made me famous eight years ago. Without her, we wouldn’t be where we are now. 】

There was also a hot comment that was copied and pasted directly into the comment area.

[Although this man has passed away, his faith will never die!]

[Although this man has passed away, his faith will never die!]

[Although this man has passed away, his faith will never die!]

【......】

Song Hua turned to the next news item with a calm expression.

The next news is still about miss Song.

Although nearly half a month has passed, the excitement has not diminished, which shows Miss Song's influence in China.

...

Yu family mansion.

The lights in the room are a little dim.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air.

The man is sitting on a small rosewood chair, with his legs crossed and a nearly burned out cigarette between the fingers of his left hand. The computer in front of the desk is on, and the bright light on the screen casts a layer of light on the man's face.

Dizzy, slightly.

If there are people nearby, they will definitely find that at this time, the computer webpage is staying on the news comments.

[Although this man has passed away, his faith will never die!]

There have been over a million comments, and if you look around, they are all the same.

At this moment, a cell phone ringing sound suddenly came from the quiet room.

The man calmly pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and then answered the phone.

"Hello."

Although the voice was very low, one could still hear the chill contained in it.

At this time, he was shrouded in darkness, and his whole body exuded the aura of a high-ranking person. Where was the slightest trace of trash?

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded young and energetic, "Third brother, I have checked several sea areas and found no clues."

"Keep looking."

It was a very deep voice with no emotion.

The other end seemed to want to say something more, but after a moment, he continued: "Okay."

It's been half a month since the accident happened.

The sea area near the accident is already highly volatile, undercurrents are turbulent, and extremely dangerous. Where can I find clues now?

As soon as Yu Tingzhi hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door.

Dangdangdang--

Yu Tingzhi turned off the computer and picked up the unfinished wine.

"Come in."

Soon, the door was pushed open.

Fang Minghui walked in from outside. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Yu Tingzhi lying on a chair and drinking. The smell of alcohol in the air made her dizzy.

"Tingzhi, why don't you turn on the light?"

With that said, Fang Minghui reached out and turned on the light.

Snapped.

A dazzling white light lit up in the air.

Yu Tingzhi, who was lying on the sofa, subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his forehead.

"Tingzhi."

Looking at her youngest son who was drunk all day long, Fang Minghui had a look of helplessness and distress on her face, "Mom made you some hangover soup, drink some."

As Fang Minghui spoke, she helped Yu Tingzhi sit on the sofa.

Yu Tingzhi took the hangover soup and took a sip.

There is a tiredness that cannot be ignored between the brows.

Fang Minghui continued: "Tingzhi, you are going to be engaged soon, and you will not be able to follow your own temper in the future. Miss Song is not an ordinary girl. If you can, try to quit drinking!"

Song Baoyi is not only a lady from a famous family, but also a talented woman who is famous in Jiangcheng. Her future future is immeasurable. If Yu Tingzhi doesn't make changes, how can he compare with Song Baoyi?

After all, Yu Tingzhi is also known as a child prodigy. Fang Minghui believes that as long as he is willing to make changes, Yu Tingzhi will be worthy of Song Baoyi.

At this point, she paused, and then took out a black card, "Here is some money that mom has saved for you. After getting engaged to Miss Song, there are still many places to spend money. If you are short of funds, just tell me

.I am your mother. No matter how old you are, you will always be my child. You don’t have to feel embarrassed between us as mother and son."

If she gives Yu Tingzhi a little more money now, he won't have to ask her for it.

After all, she is also someone who is getting engaged. It would not be good if Song Baoyi knew that Yu Tingzhi was still reaching out to his family to ask for money.

"Mom, I'm not short of money." Yu Tingzhi pushed the black card back to Mrs. Yu.

Fang Minghui knew that Yu Tingzhi was trying to show off his strength.

He has accomplished nothing and spends all day drinking and playing games. How can he not be short of money?

"Mom knows you are not short of money, but this is what Mom wants. Just keep it!" Mrs. Yu put the black card into Yu Tingzhi's hand.

"I'm really not lacking."

Fang Minghui looked up at Yu Tingzhi with a complicated expression.

I was speculating in my mind that Mr. Yu might have secretly given Yu Tingzhi money.

Mr. Yu has always been generous with his actions.

In this case, Fang Minghui stopped insisting. It would be too much to hurt Yu Tingzhi's self-esteem, and continued: "I have already prepared the engagement, so you don't need to worry about it."

Yu Tingzhi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fang Minghui knew what Yu Tingzhi was worried about and said with a smile: "Tingzhi, don't worry. Miss Song is not a superficial person. You have been engaged since childhood and she will definitely not dislike you."

Mrs. Yu met Song Baoyi once.

That's a really well-educated and wonderful man.

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Good morning, little fairies~

See you tomorrow~