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A rich voice sounded from behind. Song Qishan wore his eyes and his eyebrows were calm and majestic. Because at home, he was not as serious as outside, but there were age-old wrinkles between his eyebrows. Those eyes always gave off a sense of oppression when looking at people.

Song Yanqing was leaning on the refrigerator door, which opened coldly, clicked, and pulled the ring of the can open, and looked up to see Song Qishan.

"Let's have dinner at home tomorrow night."

"Row."

"Your brother brought his girlfriend back, please be more serious."

rare.

Song Huaijin has never brought any girlfriend back home in these years.

"Can I still eat people?"

Song Qishan snorted and raised his hand to adjust his glasses: "Don't drink those messy carbonated drinks if you have nothing to do. For such a big man, please learn more from your brother and save your mother's worries."

"Help me go to the study to sort out the materials before I go to bed. I still have a meeting."

Song Yanqing's left ear went in and the right ear came out. He raised his head and took two sips of the cold drink. His eyes were still a little bloodshot from staying up late. His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't boss around during the annual holiday, okay, Chairman Song."

Song Qishan: "Who is your name?"

Song Yanqing looked past him as if he was on radar: "I don't care about your crappy company."

"Application for the college entrance examination, work after graduation, and go to Nanqiao. I have given you enough freedom, Song Yanqing. I have trained you for so many years. Don't let your parents down or let others look down on you."

Disappointed, disappointed, lose your hope.

"My mother is asleep." Song Yanqing kept walking, "Don't wake her up."

Song Qishan's frown deepened.

"Sir." The cleaning aunt sighed, "Yanqing is a kid who likes soft things but doesn't like hard things. You know."

If you are stubborn with him, he can torture you to death.

But if you give in to him, you will find that he is actually quite easy to coax.

Everyone knows how strict Song Qishan's requirements are for Song Yanqing.

Over the years, Song Qishan has been busy with business matters and has no time to take care of his family. Song Yanqing's mother is a composer. After many years abroad, the relationship between this couple is like a respectful guest. They spend less time together and stay away more often. From childhood to adulthood, Song Yanqing saw them every time. You can break it off with just one finger. This does not prevent them from checking his transcripts from home to abroad.

In the name of expectation.

A perfect score on Keke was the most satisfactory and only satisfactory test paper that Song Yanqing handed to Song Qishan. Besides, he could be as rebellious as he wanted.

Nothing could be heard.

As an entrepreneur, Song Qishan's company has grown bigger and bigger over the years, his ambitions have grown bigger and bigger, and he has a stronger desire for control.

He and Song Yanqing.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn.

A college entrance examination aspiration at that time.

No one in the family could live in peace if the whole family was so noisy that they couldn't stand up to Song Yanqing.

The next day was cloudy, and the mood was not very good. Weather like this always makes people reluctant to go out.

However, Song Yanqing went to see the former dean of No. [-] Middle School, the one who had the strictest control in the school.

There is no way, I will be caught every day.

The other party is still teaching in No. [-] Middle School. When he saw Song Yanqing frowning, he angrily scolded him for not coming back to see him for several years.

If nothing happened at home in the evening, the dean would have scolded Song Yanqing all night long.

"No, can you say something nice about me?"

"Those are all the same. There are not many that I can remember to this day over the years. You are the only one."

"No. [-] Middle School is not open now?"

"It's winter vacation. Every door you open is locked."

"Oh." Song Yanqing didn't know what he was thinking, and said calmly, "I'm afraid that my computer will be stolen."

The dean snorted, "You're right."