Chapter 6
Song Yin finally ate liquid food. For safety reasons, he only had millet porridge, milk and juice for the time being. But he finally didn't need to be infused, and the warm and satisfied feeling in his stomach made him feel much happier.
For this dinner in the evening, if the company didn't need to entertain, the Song family would usually eat together between the bed and the table.
Looking at the table full of people of all ages, Mr. Song always had a strange sense of satisfaction at this time. Looking at the prosperous family and the reunion of the family, he especially felt that his life was not lived in vain.
The last dessert was a bird's nest pot.
In fact, for people in wealthy families, using money to exchange for luxurious material enjoyment is only a lower limit demand, while a healthy body and longevity are the upper limit pursuit.
Everyone had a bowl of soup, including Song Weilong, who drank two big bowls happily.
The topics at the table gradually shifted from the rise of the construction industry to the recent plans of the family business, and finally to the marriage of several grandchildren.
Currently, the children of the eldest, second, and third sons are all adults, some are studying abroad, and some are helping out in the company.
Song He, the sixth son, will soon face the problem of graduation. Like Song Yin, he also plans to go abroad for further studies.
Song Yin was directly ignored.
Song He naturally couldn't.
The sixth young master of the Song family, that is, Song He's father, moved out of the big family in his early years and wandered around alone. He was a single-handed fighter and started from scratch.
On the surface, Mr. Song hates his son's disobedience the most, but in fact, he blames him and loves him deeply.
The brothers in the family were suspicious of each other for a while, fearing that Mr. Song would persuade the sixth son to come back and let the sixth son take charge of the Song family's business.
Mr. Song did not turn around at all and jumped directly to Song He's head. Mr.
Song Liu is a brave man who fought hard in the business world. It is inevitable that he spoils his son too much and does not want Song He to suffer too much in life.
Therefore, Song He studied art design instead of financial management in college.
Mr. Song could not shake his son's mind, so he had to start with his most beloved grandson.
Old Master Song said, "I had dinner with Mr. Wu from Hualong that day, and their eldest grandson also went with us. He looked very mature and steady. It is said that he just graduated and became the general manager of the company. He is exactly three years younger than the age we are congratulating him."
Second Aunt was quick to react. She and Second Uncle's children have all started their own families. With the golden signboard of Song's architecture, they have also married well. She feels that her position in the family is becoming more and more stable year by year.
Ignoring the fact that the eldest son of the old family was still single, she went straight to please the old man and said with a smile, "Dad, you don't think the grandson of Mr. Wu is good. You are obviously reluctant to let He He go abroad to study and suffer, and you plan to find a rich husband for him as soon as possible and spoil him at home."
Song He's love for the same sex is not a rare thing in this family, including the liberalization of policies, same-sex marriage has long been free.
Although Mr. Song said he looked down on her, the second aunt's cleverness in playing both sides was very pleasing to him.
Mr. Song climbed along the pole and said, "I don't want to be the master of the Liu family. I just mentioned it casually."
The second aunt said with a smile, "Qingxu is just busy with business and doesn't always go home. It's not like he has severed ties with this family. If you ask me, Uncle Liu has been working hard outside these years and his business is booming. Wouldn't it be the icing on the cake if he can find a son-in-law who can help him?"
The two sang together.
The uncle's expression gradually stiffened. The power struggle among wealthy families was very deep. Sometimes if he had fewer chips in his hand, he would immediately lose control of a company.
The fifth aunt drank a small cup of bird's nest tea and wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand. "I have seen the grandson of Mr. Wu's family. He is an embroidered pillow. With the industry of our Song family, He He is so smart and clever. It is a complete waste to match him."
The second aunt was not praised for her flattery, but was directly ridiculed by the fifth aunt. She knew that she was reporting the hatred of the flower-crazy.
But she couldn't refute it smoothly. After all, she was the first to say something that Mr. Song didn't mention at all.
The fifth aunt continued to add insult to injury, "Second sister-in-law, your social circle is too narrow. You definitely don't know which family is all show and no substance."
Hitting the snake at its weakest point, hitting the other party's low family background, was enough to suffocate the other party.
The second aunt's expression really turned much colder, and it was no exaggeration to describe it as pale as ashes.
She asked bluntly, "Then do you think, from your social circle, which family can be compared with our Song family?!"
Yes, there are many.
The fifth aunt said, "Of course it's the Mu family."
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Mr. Song is getting older, and one day in the future, he will officially hand over the business to a specific successor.
The one he is most optimistic about is naturally the sixth son.
That is Song Qingxu, the father of the protagonist, Song He.
Mr. Song's thoughts were now completely hidden. It was okay for the other people in the family.
Now only the eldest and second sons were a little restless.
The second aunt flattered Mr. Song during dinner, and when she returned to the house, she was slapped by the second uncle.
The second aunt covered her red cheeks and stared at her husband in a daze.
The second uncle said angrily, "It is said that background determines vision. I think you are confused, which is why you tried so hard to help the old man speak just now."
The second aunt has never been a humble person, but she is very good at compromising in front of her husband. After all, only her husband can give her all the conditions to satisfy her desires. She cried and swallowed her anger, "Song Wenhui! Why do you dare to hit me?! Isn't everything I do in this family for you?!"
The second uncle Song was so angry that he said, "You are greedy by nature. You gossip about the Song family behind their backs. Are your little petty calculations really all for my own good?"
The second aunt's sobbing voice subsided, and she kept muttering in her heart where she made the mistake.
Second uncle worked hard in the business world, but his energy was limited. He turned a blind eye to the shady things Second aunt did behind his back. He
could not help but wake up the stupid woman at home, "You always want to show off for Song He at the dinner table. It seems good and it caters to the mood of the old man."
"But eldest brother will think that I have already made up my mind to stand on the side of sixth brother. Do you know that eldest brother has already started to fight for..."
Forget it.
The slap from Uncle Song hit Cotton's head. It seemed that Auntie was always thinking about how to take advantage of the Song family. She had no idea about the competition among various forces in the Song family's company.
His ambition was not big, but he definitely did not want to be a victim of the brothers' fight.
You finish singing and I'll take the stage.
Uncle Song did not argue with the ignorant woman and moved to the study to sleep at night.
Auntie did not suffer in vain. It was fine that her husband looked down on her from the bottom of his heart. From what he said, even the eldest brother and his wife secretly had a lot of opinions about her. It was
really unacceptable!
Auntie was also beautiful and slim when she was young. She was a college classmate with her husband. At that time, Uncle Song was drunk and she took the opportunity to get into his bed.
Song Wenhui was brave and hit the target with one shot.
Second Aunt hid and nurtured her belly until six months, which was the month when abortion was absolutely forbidden. Then she ran to the Song family and cried.
Old Master Song was afraid that this scandal would be detrimental to the entire Song family's industry, so he forced his uncle to marry Second Aunt, whose status and financial resources were not commensurate with his.
Life was bumpy but manageable. Second
Aunt was slapped by her husband. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, and the more she felt wronged.
When a wife is angry with her husband, she will transfer her anger to the child. If the child is blamed for no reason, he will turn around and kick a passing puppy.
This is called dimensionality reduction.
Second Aunt's status in this family seems to be very high, but in fact it is very low. If she bullies the servants, she will be gossiped.
But a vegetative person is a meat bun without a mouth.
Second Aunt had noticed that Song Yin was not feeling well, especially since the Fifth Family had recently donated money to buy a lot of rehabilitation equipment for the little stammerer.
Second Aunt felt more and more unbalanced, and while the nurse was out, she sneaked into the vegetative patient's room.
Song Yin had been taken care of better and better recently, and his body was no longer losing weight. His hands and feet were cleaned and trimmed, the air in the room was constantly circulated, and there was a bunch of flowers on the bedside, so he no longer looked lifeless.
Second Aunt didn't dislike Song Yin, but Fifth Aunt was too annoying. If she hadn't argued with her during meals, how could she have been abandoned by her husband?
"Don't blame me, this is all the fault of that jerk Bai Zilin!"
Second Aunt pinched Song Yin's thigh with her hands, turned it three times, and said harshly, "You screamed, I remember you are the best at pretending to be pitiful? It's a pity that this house is full of wolves and tigers, and small characters like you and me will never be accepted in this house."
Second Aunt changed her position and clamped Song Yin's ankles with her hands. It was especially painful to clamp the ankle bones.
"You scream your throat out, will anyone care about you? Will they? Will they? Will they--will they!"
Song Yin will stay in the sleeping state for a long time, but today he turned into a semi-awake state very quickly.
The main reason is that his limbs can obviously feel pain. After being abused for a while, even a vegetative person will wake up in pain.
Song Yin closed his eyes tightly, and was completely sober. The aunt's arrogant arrogance penetrated his ears. Song Yin's hearing was not bad. In the past, he could only stammer and refute the other party.
Even a vegetative person was bullied. It was too much.
Song Yin had never been so angry before, and the fire in his heart burned very strongly.
[Broken throat! ]
[Broken throat! ]
[Broken throat! ]
A bunch of soft and fluffy bubbles of complaints flashed from the aunt from nowhere, densely covering her head.
It turned out that strange things happened frequently at home recently, and it was this kid who was causing trouble.
Second Aunt plucked up her courage and yanked Song Yin's ear hard, cursing, "I'm not afraid of you. Apart from this little skill, what else can you do to me?!"
As she spoke.
The number of [Throat Break] above her head has reached 999+
[Congratulations on winning the title of Tucao Dragon King! ]
[Tucao Dragon King's first slot skill load: Lightning and Thunder. ]
Second Aunt thought to herself, why is the thing on her head so mysterious?
I saw that the 999+ Tucao bubbles on her head began to move regularly, forming a rectangle above her head.
The dark dragon king was suspended in the center, and a bolt of lightning burst out.
It was a clear day, and the sky was bright.
After the lightning.
Song Yin felt that the surroundings were bright for a moment, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
A strong smell of burning came to his nose.
Song Yin didn't find it strange. Why did it suddenly thunder in autumn?
And where is the second aunt?
Did she leave?
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Behind is a whole background wall carved with South American snake mulberry wood. The red and black colorful wood texture is cleverly carved into the Nazca Lines. The mysterious main composition is matched with abstract exotic humanities, making the man working in the center of the video exude a unique charm.
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room is very warm, and more bullet screens are advising men to do good deeds every day.
[Husband, say something, please pay attention to me~]
[Husband, don't play with the doll all day, play with me too~]
[Today is another day when my husband doesn't talk! 】
...
The man in the center of the video was not moved by any barrage, and he did not start the live broadcast to make money.
It was purely a weird and secret interest.
The man in the video was very frugal with words, and no matter how many rockets were given to him, he never uttered a word.
Moreover.
He wore a modified plague bird mask throughout the whole process.
Only a pair of arms were exposed to the audience.
Through the screen, you can see the expensive tussock shirt rolled up at the elbows, which contrasted with the smooth and powerful lines of the arms.
A pair of broad hands, known as the male version of Nuwa, is now operating on a naked ceramic doll, putting on a purely handmade lace corset bra for the doll.
In order to avoid unnecessary arguments, all ceramic dolls are made by hand, with flexible joints, no sexual organs, and patterns or flowers covering key parts, so they are all considered genderless ceramic dolls.
[My husband is so good at making clothes! Please make one for me!]
Men are divided into typical philosophical hands according to their hand shape. Those with slender, delicate, steady and powerful hands are said to be very subjective and smart, and can exude a natural sense of depth. Such people prefer to learn, are good at analysis, have unique personal insights, and will not follow the crowd.
Such perfect fingers can perform any flexible and sensitive operations.
He put a lace vest as thin as a cicada's wing on the porcelain doll with rose patterns carved all over it, and tied the lace as thin as a strand of hair into a perfect bow with four highly flexible fingers.
The dark background represents mystery, the mask represents death and fear, and a pair of God's hands freely manipulate the helpless doll on the table.
Inexplicably, a strong sense of astringency rushed towards the screen.
Every audience member stared with bated breath, their blood boiling.
Then, the porcelain doll was put on lace underwear of the same material.
The man's fingers rubbed the white porcelain skin, and between the rough fingerprints and the texture of the porcelain, a slight sliding sound was heard in the dark.
[Every time I see my husband finish all the clothes and put them on the doll one by one, I always have the illusion that I am going to tear them apart like crazy. It's so cool! ! ]
[Husband, you don't have to help me put on my underwear in the future. I'm telling you now that it's more comfortable without it! ]
[Why do I think his next step is to force dissection. ]
[......]
[Don't post this kind of barrage anymore, this live broadcast room is going crazy! ]
Although every time I start a live broadcast, the style of the group is so distorted that it touches all kinds of edges, and the topics are always highly pornographic and explosive, but the live broadcast room has never been blocked.
Some people guess that it may be because my husband is too rich and the live broadcast platform is actually opened by his own family, so he has nothing to fear.
The capital tycoon personally got involved in the edge.
However, since the masked man never gave any explanation, and his live broadcast was very punctual, it would be closed after half an hour.
Basically, the content that can be seen every day is very limited.
When the time is up, no matter how these wife fans who are personally appointed by him wail,
the live broadcast room will be closed on time.
Less than a second after the camera was turned off.
The man finished all the work in his hands, and took out a piece of bright red Shu brocade to cover the porcelain doll on the table.
The clothes of the doll took a month to make, and tomorrow's live broadcast content is to install eyeballs on the porcelain doll and put on makeup.
Everything is in order.
The man took off the plague bird mask, raised his hand and brushed a handful of shiny black hair. There was no hot sweat on the scalp where his fingers passed through, but it was very refreshing.
He rarely gets excited.
In short, nothing can excite him, or make him so emotional that he sweats profusely.
Emotional apathy.
The man put on his bird mask neatly, changed into a brand new white shirt that had been ironed with aromatherapy, and took the indoor elevator up from the basement.
The special assistant secretary had been waiting here for five minutes, thinking that he was on time.
Mu Qingliu walked out of the indoor elevator.
The special assistant secretary immediately began to report the situation, "They have completely surrendered, and the price has been compromised at 5.6 billion."
Mu Qingliu raised his hand and stroked the pearl cuffs between his shirt, his expression neither salty nor indifferent, and his voice was like a torrent destroying a cliff.
"5.6 billion was the price half an hour ago. Now, I can only offer 5 billion."