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Shen Hangchao tilted his head and smiled harmlessly.

"Can you make him forget the past?"

He looks pretty wild.

A face that invites crime.

Act nice and be inexplicably evil.

Is it because Wen Cenjiang doesn't know how to raise children, and the more he raises them, the more crooked he becomes.

If he gets married and has children in the future, he will be a disaster in the future and will be a sociopath to the entire society.

"What level do you mean?"

"for example……"

Shen Hangchao licked the corner of his mouth and tasted the taste of blood in his mouth. His eyes were smiling, but they were cold without any warmth, and his voice was murmuring with affection.

Just like when his uncle committed a crime, a mold was carved out of him.

……

The New Year in Yuncheng is different from the deserted one in Nanqiao. It is extremely lively.

However, compared to Cheng Jiaoxiao and others, Song Yanqing's family had too many rules. He almost suffocated after visiting the elders one by one and listened to Cheng Jiaoxiao's call to brag about the New Year's Eve dinner.

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

"What."

Song Yanqing unbuttoned two shirt buttons with one hand and stood outside the door on the phone: "I want to kick you back to the border."

"Yanqing, come in quickly and talk to the elders."

"Bye."

When they finally arrived at the dinner table, the atmosphere calmed down. They were particular about eating without talking. Song Yanqing took a few bites and couldn't take it anymore. He glanced at the time on his watch.

Song Qishan: "Do you have anything else?"

Song Yanqing responded.

"If you have anything else to do, I'll have dinner with your grandpa tomorrow."

"know."

The elder sat in the main seat and smiled. He had loved Song Yanqing since he was a child. Song Qishan had two children. The eldest son, Song Huaijin, was adopted. It took two years for Song Qishan's wife to become pregnant with Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing is the youngest in the family.

The older generation always loves the youngest. "Yanqing is not young anymore this year, what are your plans?"

"What's his plan?" Song Qishan sneered, "You can't control him even though you're so stubborn."

"Is Yanqing in love?" Song Huaijin raised her lips, "I see that he has been checking WeChat recently, but he didn't reply to WeChat before."

Song Qishan glanced at Song Yanqing.

"You have done pretty well outside. You will go back to Jiangning this year and learn how to manage the company's business."

The ancestors of the Song family all grew up in Yuncheng, but the general helm of Songjiang Group is not here. This is just a branch. Currently, the general helm of Songjiang Group is set in Jiangning.

Song Jiang Group is an Internet giant, and Song Yanqing plays in information technology, so there is no difference.

Song Qishan originally wanted to invest in Bofeng Technology, but Song Yanqing refused.

He wanted to break out, but Song Qishan didn't mind.

He has the ability to make a name for himself outside.

In the end, Song Yanqing must take over the Song family's business, and it is impossible for him to hand it over to an adopted son.

Song Huaijin's lips curled up into a smile, her eyes darkened, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Lin Weizhen took a chopstick of fish, chewed it slowly, and patted Song Huaijin's hand under the table.

"Let's talk about it later." Song Yanqing put down his chopsticks, his face clean and smooth, "Are you tired from talking about business during the New Year?"

When it was approaching twelve o'clock, Song Yanqing found an excuse to take his coat and go out.

Song Huaijin held her pocket with one hand, looked at the figure walking out, put the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and sneered silently.

The suit, made of expensive fabric, also wrinkled under the force of twisting and had not seen the light of day for many years.

dad.

How unfair.

Obviously I am raised under your knees.

When you grow old, you will still only miss Song Yanqing.

"Huai Jin." Lin Weizhen looked at him worriedly from behind.

Song Huaijin turned around with a familiar and warm smile, and her deep brow bones were illuminated.

He touched Lin Weizhen's hair and said he was going out.

(End of this chapter)