Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub

Chapter 75: Yanqin, I'm Fu Yanchi

"Has that old fucker gone crazy? What do you want me to do when you get caught? You think I'm a floating board?"

In the billiard room of the high-class club, Song Ziyu was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in her mouth, and she tore off her tie at will, feeling extremely annoyed.

In the afternoon, he was called by the police station, asking him to help with the investigation.

At the time, he was at work, and there was a phone call to the company. Everyone looked at him as if he was a criminal.

That feeling was the same as when Song Yueliang messed up the pornography project earlier, everyone looked at her like trash.

Fucking grass!

“Do you think I've been out of luck lately? Why is it not good to involve Song Yueliang?” He asked a few others in the billiard room.

This billiard room was also one of the fixed places for the Huicheng brothers to have fun.

At this moment, other than him, Jiang Zhengyang and a few other second-rate family heirs were playing ball around the table, and the sound of billiard balls was endless.

Song Ziyu had the highest status among a group of people. When they were together, they would not easily offend him, and they would not say anything that offended him.

Hearing his question, in the past, the second-rate family would have already agreed with each other, scolding Song Yueliang with him.

But today, those people were very quiet, only laughing flatly after he spoke.

The event where the second generation ancestor of the Crown Club was beaten for making fun of Song Yueliang was still fresh in everyone's memories, and they did not dare to make a mistake.

After all, he offended Song Ziyu, and he was still able to reconcile with her.

Offended Yan Qin, but he was not even qualified to serve wine.

"Young Master Song, this matter is complicated. I must blame the godly old woman for daring to bring this matter up to you, and she doesn't care about her identity. She's just a country woman." In the end, it was Jiang Zhengyang who solved this problem. Shamefully, "Since the police station called you, how will you deal with it? Did your parents explain it?"

"How else can I handle it? Leave it to the lawyer." Considering he was scolded loudly by the old man in the office due to this matter, Song Ziyu's face grew darker. "Tian's surnamed family, still want to see me and my father? Enough?"

Jiang Zhengyang's eyes flickered, he put down his cue and went to sit next to Song Ziyu, and asked as he gossiped in a low voice, "Young Master Song, what happened? As soon as Song Yueliang reported that someone had stolen her daughter, the entire circle They were all shocked. Did she... have a baby before?"

Few people in the circle know this.

Regarding Song Yueliang's past, most people only knew that she was the illegitimate daughter of the Song family, and they had no idea what was going on in the midst of her.

The Song family had never acknowledged Song Yueliang's identity to the outside world.

There was only one thing that everyone could see, namely Song Yueliang's methods and abilities.

Usually do not dare to provoke.

“Hmph, I was pregnant a few years ago, and I had no idea who I was pregnant with.” Ziyu's song snorted coldly.

“Song Yueliang didn't say who it was?”

"I didn't say anything, otherwise my parents would have pulled the man out and torn him apart! Damn it, Song Yueliang's mouth was like a clam shell, and she was trying to protect the man!" After being angry, Song Ziyu boasted and sneered, “He was really being affectionate and true to others, what happened? The man seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he never found it again. He deserves it!"

It was originally about the marriage between the Yan and Song families. In order to marry into the Yan family smoothly, the scandal that befell Song Yueliang was muted by the Song family and kept in their stomachs as a secret.

After all, if someone who wanted to marry into the Yan family was pregnant before marriage, it would be tantamount to giving the Yan family's head a green color. Which rich family could bear this kind of humiliation?

The Song family was unable to contain the anger of the Yan family.

But now that the matter had been revealed, and several years had passed, he did not need to hide it anymore.

It was Song Yueliang who was able to do such a shameful thing of getting pregnant out of wedlock, just like her unworthy stepmother!

Why should he protect her?

Song Ziyu's expression changed, and she glared at him, "What empty mouth are you talking about! Don't pour dirty water on my head, or you won't do anything!"

"Ck, I was just gossiping, why are you still angry? What's our relationship? I can still trap you!" Jiang Zhengyang spread his hands and gestured silently, "OK, calm down, I will talk to you after this matter." Don't ever mention it again, okay?"

That was when Song Ziyu's anger subsided.

But Jiang Zhengyang and the other bystanders had their own scales in their hearts.

If Song Yueliang's matter had nothing to do with the Song family, how could the old woman from the Tian family involve the Song family and her son?

Also, why did Song Yueliang target the Song family as a deadly enemy?

The rich and powerful were dangerous, and everyone present had seen many things.

…

At the back gate of Huicheng High School, there is a small two-story building in the western style.

The outer walls are white and new, and the balcony on the second floor is hung with lush greenery and greenery, revealing the poetic taste of my daughter's home in the summer.

The sun was setting and school was over.

In the alley ahead of Xiaoyanglou, students passing by after school would always look at Xiaoyanglou with envy and longing in their eyes.

Bicycle bells rang, a group of students chatted and laughed recklessly, the night wind blew, and hair flew with youth.

Currently, the windows on the second floor were tightly closed, and the high-end solid color curtains were tightly covering the room.

The room that was impenetrable to light, gloomy and dimly lit, was filled with smoke.

On the bamboo chair attached to the wall, sat a man.

The man was tall and tall, and he looked cramped as he sat on the elegant armchair.

The burning cigarette was stuck between his slender fingers, the red light was flickering, and there was already a pile of cigarette butts under his feet.

From time to time, a young voice sounded from outside the window. The man was possessed, as if seeing girls and boys chasing them by bicycle in long alleys, laughing mischievously at the clanking of bells.

Jingle Bell -

Jingle Bell -

A burning cigarette burns his hand, the man regains consciousness, only to find that the phone next to him is ringing.

Throwing a cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it, the man answered the phone, "Who's there?"

After a moment of silence at the end there, the voice of a man like a flying spring and a broken jade was heard, "Yanqin, I am Fu Yanchi."

Yanqin paused for a moment, then slowly raised her sharp and dark eyes, "Ah Chi?"

"I'm at Huicheng High School now, do you still remember the old place? Come out and meet."

The person across there looked smiling, but Yanqin was not sure.

In his eyes, Fu Yanchi had always been a difficult person to understand.

On the surface, he was gentle and courteous to everyone, but it seemed that Song Yueliang was the only one who could truly enter his field for so many years.

“Of course I remember, West Lane Ice Room, the three of us used to love going to that place.” Yanqin raised the corner of her mouth, took out the gold-framed glasses next to the phone and put them on, covering the dim light in her eyes, “wait me.”