Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Chapter 75 Yan Qin, I am Fu Yanchi

"Is there something wrong with that damn old immortal's brain? What do you do to me if you're caught? Do you think I'm a floating board?"

In the billiards room of a high-end club, Song Ziyu was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, casually pulling the tie off his chest, feeling extremely irritated.

In the afternoon, he received a summons from the police station and asked him to assist in the investigation.

He was at work when he called the company. Everyone looked at him as if he were a criminal.

The feeling was the same as when Song Yueliang ruined the project and everyone looked at him like a loser.

Damn it!

"Do you think I'm having bad luck these days? Why can't it be good if Song Yueliang is involved?" he asked several other people in the billiards room.

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

At this time, in addition to him, there was Jiang Zhengyang and several other second-rate family heirs in the room who were playing ball around the table, and the sound of billiards could be heard all the time.

Song Ziyu has the highest status among the group of people. When everyone hangs out together, they will not offend him easily, nor will they say anything to offend him casually.

When they heard his question, in the past, those few second-rate families would have responded and joined him in scolding Song Yueliang.

But today, those people were unusually quiet and only laughed a few times to support him after he spoke.

The incident where a certain second-generation ancestor of the Crown Club was beaten for making fun of Song Yueliang was still fresh in everyone's memory and they did not dare to make a mistake.

After all, Song Ziyu was offended, and he could still make peace with him over a glass of wine.

I offended Yan Qin, but he is not even qualified to serve wine.

"Young Master Song, this matter is complicated. That old godly woman is most to blame for her daring to blame you. She didn't care about her identity. She is just a country woman." Finally, Jiang Zhengyang broke the news.

Embarrassed, "Now that the police station has summoned you, how are you going to deal with it? Has your old man given an explanation?"

"How else can we deal with it? Let the lawyer come forward." Remembering that he was scolded bloody by the old man in the office because of this matter, Song Ziyu's face turned darker, "With the surname of Tian, ​​that family still wants to see me and my father? They

Qualified?"

Jiang Zhengyang's eyes flashed, he put down his golf club and walked to sit next to Song Ziyu. He lowered his voice and asked in a gossipy voice, "Young Master Song, what's going on? As soon as Song Yueliang accused someone of abducting her daughter, the whole circle

They were all shocked. She had... given birth to a child before?"

Very 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. They don't know what happened in the past. In short, Song Yueliang and the Song family don't deal with each other.

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.

I don't dare to provoke him normally.

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

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

"I didn't tell you, otherwise my old man would have pulled out the man, skinned and torn him apart! Damn it, Song Yueliang's mouth is like a clam shell, and he only wants to protect that man!" After getting angry, Song Ziyu gloated and sneered again, "She is.

He was affectionate and righteous to others, but what happened? That man just disappeared from the world and never looked for her again. He deserved it!"

It was originally about the marriage between the Yan and Song families. In order to successfully marry the Yan family, the Song family suppressed all the scandals that happened to Song Yueliang and kept them as secrets.

After all, if someone wants to marry into the Yan family, getting pregnant before marriage is tantamount to giving the Yan family a green thumb. Which wealthy family can bear such humiliation?

The Song family cannot bear the anger of the Yan family.

But now that the matter has been revealed, and several years have passed, he no longer needs to hide it.

To be able to commit the scandal of getting pregnant out of wedlock is because Song Yueliang is despicable, just like her unworthy bitch mother!

Why should he cover for her?

"I didn't expect Song Yaksha to have such a past..." Jiang Zhengyang glanced at Song Ziyu, then leaned over and whispered, "Young Master Song, to be honest, her child is gone. Is it possible that your family's handiwork was involved?"

Song Ziyu's expression changed and he glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't throw dirty water on my family's head, otherwise my brother won't have to do anything!"

"Tsk, I'm just gossiping, why are you still angry? What's the relationship between us? How can I set a trap for you!" Jiang Zhengyang spread his hands and made a silence gesture, "Okay, calm down, I will deal with this later.

Never mention it again, okay?"

This relieved Song Ziyu's anger.

But Jiang Zhengyang and the others who were listening had their own thoughts.

If Song Yueliang's incident really had nothing to do with the Song family, how could the old woman from the Tian family involve the Song family father and son?

Also, why did Song Yueliang target the Song family as mortal enemies?

Everyone present has seen a lot of the wealthy family's secretiveness.

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

The exterior wall is snow-white and brand new, and green plants are hanging from the balcony on the second floor. The verdant greenery conveys the poetry of a daughter's home in the hot summer.

The sun is setting in the west, and it's time for school to end.

In the alley in front of the small foreign-style building, students after school often pass by, and they always glance at the small foreign-style building, with envy and longing in their eyes.

Bicycle bells jingled, groups of students chatted and laughed wantonly, the evening breeze blew, and youth was written on the flying hair.

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

The room where no light can penetrate is gloomy, dim, and filled with smoke.

There is a man sitting on the single bamboo armchair against the wall.

The man is tall and tall, and looks cramped sitting on the elegant armchair.

The lit cigarette was held between his slender fingers, and the red light went out. Under his feet, there was already a pile of cigarette butts on the ground.

From time to time, youthful voices came in from outside the window, and the man was in a trance, as if he saw girls and boys chasing each other on bicycles in a long alley, laughing wildly to the sound of jingling bells.

Jingle Bell--

Jingle Bell--

The burning cigarette butt burned his hand. When the man came to his senses, he realized that the phone beside him was ringing.

After throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stamping it out, the man answered the phone and asked, "Who is this?"

After a moment of silence on the other end, a man's voice sounded like flying springs and broken jade, "Yan Qin, I am Fu Yanchi."

Yan Qin paused slightly and slowly raised his eyes, his eyes sharp and dark, "Ah Chi?"

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

The person on the other end sounded like he was smiling, but Yan Qin wasn't sure.

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

On the surface, he is gentle and courteous to everyone, but over the years, it seems that only Song Yueliang has been able to truly enter his field.

"Of course I remember, Xixiang Ice Room, the favorite place for the three of us in the past." Yan Qin raised a corner of his mouth, took the gold-rimmed glasses next to the phone and put them on, covering the dim light in his eyes, "Wait for me

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(End of chapter)