Chapter 9

The Mu family has many descendants. As a young upstart, Mu Qingliu is too popular, so he must be more low-key. Many public occasions are attended by his own team, not all social events have to be attended in person.

There is a sense of mystery.

In fact, the real wealthy family is not like what is portrayed in TV dramas, with unclear lawsuits between work and family all day long.

In fact, when the identity, status and financial strength tend to be high, the manager will build his own elite team, and these people will plan and work for the company.

The manager only needs to open up the network of various upper-class social circles, control the real power of the company, and make major adjustments.

Play ball, drink tea, and join celebrity clubs.

Mr. Song finally spoke, and the sons in the family must comply even if they were extremely unhappy in their hearts.

Mu Qingliu's whereabouts were really erratic.

Basically flying around the world all year round.

After a while, Mr. Song also felt that it was troublesome. It is human nature to chase strong and profit. If there is a better choice in front of him, who would settle for the second best.

However, if you lose face and become a dog licker, the Song family's great achievements will be comparable to that of the Mu family, but they will not hesitate to sacrifice their own treasures.

Mr. Song took the initiative to shoulder the heavy burden and had a long talk with Jin Sun Song He, advising him that what should be his should eventually belong to him.

You can't get happiness even if you don't force yourself.

Song He was confused and quickly tried to fool around. He even asked his grandfather coquettishly if he was tired of living at home for too long.

Song He's phone kept vibrating in his pocket, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

Old Master Song couldn't help but smile and said, "Go and answer it. You young people have many friends and many things to do. If the other party has something urgent, you will be in trouble if you can't find him."

Song He knew who called.

In the week since he moved back home, he received hundreds of harassing calls from the same guy every day.

Blocking him didn't work. He changed his mobile phone number and continued to harass him.

Song He couldn't pretend to be confused with his grandfather anymore. He laughed and said that it was the manager of the gallery, who shamelessly asked him to hold a personal exhibition.

Then he left the study, turned on his cell phone which was hot from being dialed, and said angrily, "Wen Yancheng, I have nothing to say to you, please don't call me any more to harass me."

The other party remained dead silent, and the air between the receivers became cold and low.

Before the other party could speak, Song He was already frozen by the coldness transmitted from the unknown, and even his toes felt the biting cold.

Song He suddenly changed his attitude, from tall and strong to white and soft, and asked in a low voice.

"Can I hang up?"

After all, Wen Yancheng was just a roommate in the same dormitory. Why was his aura so oppressive? Every time Song He was with him, he would unconsciously feel scared.

It's like the other person is a hungry and mad dog, and you are a delicious grilled steak, the difference in strength is huge.

Wen Yancheng didn't ask much, just one sentence, "That night, was it you who slept next to me?"

Song He: "..."

Immediately, he was as angry as a small red teapot, bubbling from the top of his head.

[In the future, when you do that kind of thing with your boyfriend, you must wear a condom, otherwise ask him to get a sterilization. If you get pregnant, you really have to give birth to 108 fetuses, and your belly will burst. ]

The reason why Song He hid back to his grandfather's house was because he was drunk and rolled around with his roommate all night.

Unexpectedly, the luminous bubble above his head hit it completely.

But...

Wen Yancheng has no habit of wearing a condom, and Wen Yancheng is not his boyfriend.

I'm straight~

Song He gurgled and gurgled, "Go ask other roommates, there are two more people in our dormitory." He

quickly hung up the harassing phone call and rushed into Song Yin's ward like a gazelle that didn't know where to escape.

The nurse was not there. She probably just washed the body of the vegetative patient, so Song Yin's pajamas were open, revealing the white skin inside, which was slightly pink with the warmth of the water vapor.

Song Yin no longer used a catheter, but a diaper, and there were no tubes inserted in his body.

Song He didn't know what he was thinking, he threw himself into Song Yin's arms, hugged his cousin's thin waist, and looked for a safe haven to vent his anger.

Song Yin didn't sleep, but just lay quietly in a daze.

Suddenly, a soft and fragrant little body leaned over, and the gentle arms were still around him.

Song Yin was also a vegetative person with feelings all over his body. He was not a big tree, nor a vine. He had advanced sensory neurons that were different from countless plants.

Even more delicate and sensitive.

[Ah~]

[Ah~]

[Ah~Ah~Ah~]999+

Song He's head displayed [Congratulations on winning the title of Pink Dragon King and obtaining the first soul skill: Heart Surge]

[First soul skill: Heart Surge loading completed]

Countless pink hearts splashed from Song He's head like a dragon spitting water.

Song He covered his head with the quilt and whispered coquettishly, "Brother Xiaoyin, don't mind my recklessness. I really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and just hide in you for the rest of my life. Please consider whether to take me in."

Song Yin admitted that there was a barrier between him and Song He.

Now the barrier is completely eliminated.

Song He is not only the little cutie of the whole family, but also his white moonlight.

Song Yin was held in his parents' arms only three years ago. After more than a decade of loneliness and helplessness, his chest was already covered with dust and spider webs, leaving only the loneliness and desolation of being abandoned.

It feels good to be held by someone.

The fountain above Song He's head sped up and sprayed his heart.

Song He stayed in the vegetative state for a few minutes, and the nurse came back. When she saw the two of them lying in the narrow bed, she suddenly smiled like an aunt.

She was ecstatic.

Two handsome boys, do more, do more, especially this kind of forbidden love that transcends family ties and life and death. It

feels good just to imagine it.

Song He heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and crawled out of the quilt embarrassedly. He rubbed his hair shyly and said with a smile, "I didn't disturb Brother Xiaoyin, did I?"

The little girl covered her mouth and laughed.

She was used to seeing all kinds of complaints floating around the house in this house, and she was no longer surprised.

It was the first time to have peach hearts all over her head, which was very novel.

Song He waved the pink on his head, but it was actually useless, so he just ignored it.

But as soon as he went downstairs, he was stopped by Old Master Song.

It was rare for Old Master Song to dress stylishly, looking like an old gentleman.

Seeing that he was full of worries, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "You little brat, you are quite tactful. You actually knew that your sweetheart was coming, and you couldn't even hide your little thoughts."

He stretched out his finger to hook Song He's nose.

Song He was even more confused.

When it comes to the word sweetheart, I don't know why the first name that came to his mind was...

Wen Yancheng? ! !

Bah, bah, bah, ugh!

Song He turned around and said, "Grandpa, I just want to stay at home recently and don't want to see anyone."

Old Master Song said, "Don't want to see? Don't regret it if you don't."

"Mu Qingliu is coming to visit."

Song He was confused.

"What Qingliu?"

"Mu Qingliu."

"Mu what stream?"

"Mu Qingliu."

"Mu Qing what?"

Old Master Song knew that he was deliberately making trouble, mainly because the surge of emotions on Song He's head took longer to disappear than the ordinary complaining bubbles.

For example, the second aunt was chased by lightning and thunder for more than an hour.

Old Master Song was more and more sure that Song He was just trying to cover up his crime, and pretended to be angry and said, "Mu Qingliu, if you ask again, just go and receive the distinguished guests yourself."

In fact, Old Master Song was also very strange. Logically speaking, Mu Qingliu would never come to the Song family to visit.

Moreover, the Song family originally planned to give up.

It was really a matter of fate, and it was easy to get it.

Song He was forced to dress up beautifully, with a brow full of worries, and was arranged to sit in the side hall.

When Mu Qingliu came, it felt like the air in the Song family was stagnant. With the sonorous and powerful footsteps, the quaint building was like a vibrating ripple, transmitting an aura that could not be ignored.

Song He used his mobile phone to look up Mu Qingliu's name. Baidu and other websites were basically blocked. The only clues he could see were a few reports he saw on the Internet.

There were no photos or illustrations.

Song He thought to himself, "What a mysterious sect."

What's so great about it.

Song He began to wander around the side hall, and he sneaked out because he was bored.

He had no interest in the so-called Mu Qingliu.

But since Mu Qingliu came, the whole house has been completely quiet to the point of abnormality. Even the sound of a hair falling on the ground is considered loud.

Based on this, Song He became a little curious again. He crept to the door of the living room.

A very small conversation came out from inside.

The general content was that there was an old house with a history of more than 100 years in the real estate of the Mu family. It was said that it was the business that the Song family took over, and it took a lot of skilled craftsmen to help build the pavilions and pavilions.

Now Mu Qingliu plans to donate this ancient building to the country, but after sending people to inspect it, they found that some places need to be reasonably repaired.

The original value of this ancient building is inestimable. The renovation project requires appropriate technology and cannot destroy the historical traces of the original building.

The difficulty is enormous.

But the conditions given by Mu Qingliu are also very tempting.

Old Master Song's appreciation of him has increased a little bit, and he said with a smile, "I knew that the Mu family is a talented family. Today I see that he is indeed a talented person."

Mu Qingliu was not impressed by his attitude of relying on his age to bully others. Just like the rumors about him in the circle, he smiled without showing his teeth and was elegant.

In fact, all of them were masks to deal with outsiders.

Mu Qingliu secretly investigated all the information of Song He in China. According to the bubble frame displayed above his head at that time, he guessed that the prankster should be in the capital, not far away.

By elimination, the only thing left was Song He from Song's Architecture.

Mu Qingliu didn't know why he was attracted by a sudden bubble of complaints, and was willing to exchange an ancient building for a surprise.

Maybe he was too successful, too rich... too idle.

Or, his emotions were too turbulent, not like a normal human being, so he needed some stimulants to adjust his life. Since

entering the house and talking until now, Mu Qingliu has not seen anything that has changed his emotions in the slightest.

He is not lost either.

Instead, he stood up and said, "Goodbye."

Mr. Song immediately became flustered, "Since President Mu is here, why don't we have dinner together before leaving? The Song family doesn't brag about other people, but the newly hired chef is a Michelin five-star chef."

Mu Qingliu's secretary looked at his watch and said on behalf of the president, "I'm so sorry, President Mu's plane is about to take off."

Mr. Song immediately showed regret.

Mu Qingliu nodded lightly and walked straight to the door.

Unexpectedly, the tightly closed mahogany door suddenly opened a gap, and a figure stumbled in.

Song He fell to the ground with a cry, and the pink peach hearts on his head sprayed wildly on Mu Qingliu's body and legs.

Those soft, bouncy little peach hearts disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then a brand new one surged in.

Mu Qingliu's deep eyes reflected these peach hearts, and he said to the secretary behind him, "Perhaps it would be nice to stay and taste the famous chef's private dishes."