The wealthy family read my mind and accidentally got promoted

133. Where are you going?

Facing Song Haoran's confused eyes, Song Yabo felt that the atmosphere was becoming more and more awkward.

He rubbed the corners of his clothes, his mind spinning wildly, thinking of ways to excuse this lie.

But at this time, his brain seemed to be burned dry and he couldn't move.

How to do how to do?

Lao Liu, it would be great if you were by my side!

Oops, risk it all!

If you don't take a rest, since you have been forced here, you should run away first!

"Brother, I'm sleepy. I'm going to go upstairs to sleep..."

Song Ya was forced to break away from Song Haoran's hand, turned around and ran away.

"Song Laowu!"

Song Haoran was angry, wanted to laugh, and felt helpless.

This Song Yabo is really just as weird as Jiaojiao!

He let out a long sigh and walked out of the backyard. He looked up and saw that the light in Song Jiaojiao's room was still on.

Go straight to the second floor.

Sure enough, it was Song Qingyang in Jiaojiao's room.

"Brother, are you still asleep?"

"Aren't you asleep too? How is Jiaojiao doing? Where is Aunt Zhang?"

Song Haoran saw that Song Qingyang was the only one in the room, and Mrs. Zhang and Qiao Zhenzhen were not there.

"I told her to rest, and I'll keep watch tonight. Mom and Sister-in-law Zhang have both stayed up for two nights."

Song Qingqing kept holding Song Jiaojiao's hand as she spoke.

"You go to bed, I'll keep an eye on you tonight. You haven't had any rest in the past two days, okay? You've just recovered from a serious illness, so be careful."

Song Haoran sat down.

"I'm fine, brother, go and have a rest."

Song Qingyang refused to leave, and Song Haoran couldn't force him anymore, but he didn't leave either, but stayed.

The two brothers have been talking about Song Jiaojiao. From the time she was born until now, so many unusual things have happened at home, and they all agree that it is all related to Song Jiaojiao.

It was Song Jiaojiao who brought them happiness.

It was late at night, and there was only a small night light left in the room.

Song Haoran and Song Qingyang lay naked next to Song Jiaojiao's small bed.

Snoring gradually began, and Song Qingyang fell asleep.

But Song Haoran didn't feel sleepy at all. He stared at the hazy moonlight outside the window, still thinking about Song Yabo's strange behavior tonight.

He has the best relationship with Jiaojiao. He spends time with Jiaojiao every day during the holidays, so he must know something that he doesn't know.

But what will happen?

Song Yabo couldn't keep things in his mind. This matter must be very important to them, that's why he must be so protective.

Song Haoran was reviewing what had happened these days when he suddenly heard Cuihua shouting, and then seemed to hear the sound of the door opening again.

Cuihua never barks unless there is movement outside.

But this time it only barked once. Could it be that someone scolded it?

Who could be out in the middle of the night?

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning.

He listened carefully again, but there was no sound of starting the car.

not good!

He sat up suddenly and walked quickly downstairs.

Outside the yard, a figure was walking furtively in front.

Song Haoran took a closer look, wasn't that Song Yabo?

He was carrying such a big bag and was going out in the middle of the night. Where was he going? What to do?

Song Haoran's mind was filled with doubts.

He followed Song Yabo calmly.

I saw him looking around, very vigilantly bypassing the avenue, avoiding the patrolling security guards, walking through the community from the garden to the main road.

Song Yabo picked up his mobile phone and made a call, as if he was waiting for a taxi.

What a coincidence, two taxis came at the same time.

Song Haoran watched Song Yabo get into the car and followed closely. The taxi made many twists and turns in the city and finally stopped at the entrance of another small alley.

Song Yabo got out of the car, and just when Song Haoran was about to get off, he saw a person walking out from the side.

The two took out masks and hats from their bags, made some disguises, and then walked out of the alley.

Huh?

Who is that person?

It was a bit far away and the light was dim, so Song Haoran didn't recognize who the person was.

He followed the two of them not far away and saw them turn two more corners and stop at the entrance of a high-end residential area.

This is the vehicle entrance and exit of a villa area, not the main entrance.

The two of them quickly got through the fence and walked into the community.

Song Haoran followed closely behind him. He raised his head and glanced at the name of the community. Why did the name look so familiar?

"No. 8 Courtyard? No. 8 Courtyard?"

He must have been here before. This name is deep in his memory. Who lives here?

not good! It's the Gu family!

The Gu family lives here!

What is Song Yabo doing here?

Are you here to take revenge on Gu Xiaoqing?

Song Haoran didn't have time to think too much and strode behind the two of them inside.

"Song Yabo, are you really going to do this? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

"Zhang Dajun, aren't you afraid? She made my sister sick. I come to her to take revenge. Isn't it too much?"

Song Yabo and Zhang Dajun squatted in the small garden not far from the Gu family villa, staring at the door of the villa.

"But what if the security guards see us? They won't send us to the Public Security Bureau, right?"

"I'm talking about Zhang Daqing! Do you still have any manliness? Are you afraid of this? That's my sister! There is no good person in the Gu family! Have you forgotten that my sister helped you chase your girlfriend?"

"If you hadn't told me about milk tea, you would have been heartbroken, right?"

"You don't have any sense of gratitude. Why are you so cowardly?"

Song Yabo rolled his eyes at Zhang Daqing.

I agreed very generously on the phone, but I didn’t expect that I would become so timid even after I arrived!

"I know, I know, that's what I said. Everyone is here, why are you so timid?"

Zhang Daqing swallowed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Have you brought everything? What are we going to do?"

Song Yabo took off his backpack, opened the zipper, and looked at Zhang Daqing.

"They're all here, a big bag full."

Zhang Daqing looked up and saw a large bag of paint buckets. If they all hit the door of the Gu family, it would be a beautiful sight.

Thinking that he was doing good deeds and eliminating harm for the people, Zhang Daqing suddenly felt glorious.

Picking up a bucket of paint and looking at Song Yabo.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

"Put the mask on and pull the hat down."

Song Yabo looked at Zhang Daqing, pulled his hat, took out a large bucket of paint and stood up.

"Bang bang bang..."

The thick paint made a dull sound, and in a short time, the gate and courtyard wall of Gu's family were covered with red paint.

Song Yabo looked around, quickly took out his bag and spray-painted himself, and started to use his curse skills against the red courtyard wall...

Song Haoran stood in a corner not far away, watching what these two people were doing, and did not step forward to stop them, but smiled slightly.

This younger brother of mine really has all the ideas he can think of!

Needless to say, the plan was quite thorough.