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Chapter 6 A Huge Inheritance

In particular, he has a pair of coquettish and clear long and narrow black eyes, but there is no trace of warmth in these black eyes, which makes people feel frightened.

Song Yinyin stared at the other party in horror, suspecting that her son had not been found, and she was afraid that she would die in the other party's hands.

Struggle, fear, panic...

However, the other hand was also caught by him.

She couldn't break free with her hands, so she kicked him with both feet, but she couldn't break free at all, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, if there was a slight mistake, the other party would eat her alive, she dared not make a sound.

Uncontrollably, some terrible images emerged in my mind, sweeping everything that happened that night six years ago.

Immediately, fragility and despair were written on a perfectly elegant face...

Looking at her, Lu Jinhan's eyes became darker and darker.

At this moment, he was actually attracted by the beautiful and delicate face of the woman, and a fragment in his memory was frozen at this moment.

Why did he feel that he had seen this woman before?
After thinking for a while, a sudden bell rang.

Song Yinyin woke up, and felt that the big palm pinching her chin relaxed a little, and she immediately pushed him away.

After getting up, she stared at him defensively, and answered the call, "Hello?"

"Miss Song? This is the lobby of the customer service department of Xiangshan Cemetery. Just now a customer found a lost little boy. Please come to the lobby to claim it immediately..."

"Okay, I'll come down right away!"

Hanging up the phone in surprise, Song Yinyin turned her head and gave the man on the sofa a fierce look.

snort!Don't let her see this self-righteous man a second time.

Otherwise, she will definitely ruin his life!
With a cold scoff, she turned around and didn't look at him again.

Downstairs, Song Yinyin saw a middle-aged man holding his son Song Dabai.

"Dabai!" she shouted impatiently.

Song Dabai turned his head, saw her at a glance, and ran over waving his chubby hands: "Mommy—"

Song Yinyin opened her arms and hugged her son's small body.

She was terrified and pale.

Her son is her lifeblood, and if her son is gone, she will not live on.

She hugged her son, and kissed and kissed his pink little face. The little boy twisted his body and arched back and forth in her arms, as if begging for mercy.

Song Yinyin was angry and anxious: "Where did you go just now? What did I tell you before? Come back and find Mommy after you go to the toilet."

Song Dabai pouted, and said aggrievedly: "After I went to the toilet, I seemed to hear someone playing the piano. I wanted to go and see, and then...then I got lost."

The little guy pursed his mouth and defended earnestly, his bangs were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead softly.

"That's the music played by the uncles and aunts in the cemetery. It's not that someone is actually playing the piano." She gave her son a hard look and said helplessly.

Probably because her son inherited her musical talent, she liked playing the piano very much since she was a child, and this time she returned to China to take him to participate in an important domestic piano competition.

The mother and son were talking, when suddenly a middle-aged man's surprised voice came from beside him: "Miss?"

Song Yinyin froze for a moment, then looked up to her side.

It turned out that the speaker was the middle-aged man who found his son.

Sensing that the other party looked familiar, Song Yinyin couldn't help but ask, "Are you...?"

The middle-aged man is five or sixty years old, but he is well-dressed, with a refined temperament, and does not look old.

"Miss, I have been working with Mr. Song all the time, do you still remember?" The middle-aged man said excitedly.

Song Yinyin turned around in her mind before she suddenly realized: "You are Uncle Zhao!"

Zhao Huansheng was the most trusted lawyer by my grandfather back then. Until his grandfather passed away and his parents divorced, his grandfather's company became his father's. In order to consolidate his power, his father dismissed many old employees in the company. Zhao Hengsheng was one of them. member.

Having not seen each other for a long time, Zhao Huansheng was very excited and talked a lot with Song Yinyin, mostly asking her how she was doing recently.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Huansheng was hesitant to speak but stopped.

Seeing this, Song Yinyin said, "Uncle Zhao, do you have anything you want to tell me? You might as well speak up."

Zhao Huansheng said: "Miss, I know that when your grandfather passed away, he left you a huge inheritance. But at that time, you were underage, so the inheritance was handed over to your father for management."

"According to the agreement at the time, this inheritance should be returned to you by your father when you reach your full age. Now that you are an adult, you don't know Mr. Song..."

Song Yinyin was taken aback.

The next second, she grabbed Zhao Huansheng's arm: "Uncle Zhao, what you said is true. My grandfather left me a fortune?"

"I swear on my life that I am absolutely telling the truth."

Zhao Huansheng said seriously, he couldn't help but frowned, his brows were filled with worry, "Why, you didn't get this inheritance?" His heart sank, thinking that what he was worried about had really come true.

Song Yinyin's face turned pale.

Not to mention that she didn't see any trace of this inheritance, she hadn't even heard of it, her grandfather left a legacy to her!
A pair of willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she clenched her drooping hands tightly.

It seemed that it was time to meet his heartless and ungrateful father.

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