Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 96
"How old is it?" Song Wang raised his eyebrows and asked the big boy sitting in the middle of the sofa.

"Twenty," the boy said softly, wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater with his pointed chin resting on the collar, "Brother, Mr. Gu really didn't say anything to me."

"I haven't asked yet." Song Wang smiled, stepped over, pinched his chin with one hand, rubbed his fingertips on his face twice, and sighed, "This face is quite tender."

He spoke in a very soft tone, with a gentle smile on his face, and there was no sign of displeasure, but the boy whose chin was pinched by him was inexplicably a little scared.

Maybe it's because he looks too tall at the moment because he is condescending, or maybe he looks too outstanding, his handsome and clear face is as sharp as a knife, with sharp edges and corners, and his chin is clenched, revealing something frightening His arrogance and ridicule.

"What's your name? What's your name?" Song Wang let go of his hand and sat down next to him. He was slender and leaned lazily. The boy next to him felt the pressure, and said in a small voice, "Cheng Qian."

"Oh." Song Wang replied, and stopped talking. He moved his body, took off his black coat and threw it aside, and casually reached out to feel in his pocket.

After getting Lin Siqi, he smoked less, and it was only after entering the tentacles that he realized that he didn't bring one with him, so he bent over and took one from the coffee table.

There was a "crack" sound from the lighter next to him, and someone lit it for him, so he lowered his head and leaned over, taking a breath slowly.

No one spoke during this process, Cheng Qian who was sitting next to him was unavoidably embarrassed, couldn't help but looked up, Song Wang looked at him, and blew out smoke rings leisurely.

"Cough cough..."

The boy was choked to the side, Song Wang lowered his head and smiled again, leaned back, and thoughtfully said: "Let me guess, what does Gu Qinglun want from you?"

"Mr. Gu really didn't look for me..." Before the boy finished speaking, he stopped talking in a daze when he met Song Wang's squinting eyes.

"You fucked his sister, will he be okay if he finds you?" Song Wangshang laughed, and spoke with a bit of evil spirit, looking him up and down, "But you are unscathed, tsk tsk, it's pretty good Surprise me."

The boy looked at him and didn't know what to reply, so he simply remained silent.

"Let me think about it," Song Wang held a cigarette between his fingers, and rubbed his tight chin with his thumb. "He wants to hold a press conference. What is he going to do? Let you clarify the relationship with Gu Qingyuan." Doesn't matter, nothing happened that night? Is his sister still a pure and innocent little girl?"

The boy looked up at him in surprise, moved his lips, lowered his head and pretended to be dumb.

Song Wangdeng felt a little impatient at the time, raised his eyebrows and squinted at him, put the half-lit cigarette butt in his hand to his lips, and said, "Speak."

The ashes seemed to be choking on his mouth, and the scorching flames touched his lips. The boy shrank his thin shoulders, and said in a low voice, "No."

"No?" Song Wang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The boy gave a soft "um" and said, "Brother, don't force me. I really can't say that Mr. Gu is the mayor's son. I said he would kill me."

"Don't you say that I'm going to kill you now," Song Wang brushed the cigarette ash from his lips, and said in a cold tone, "If you don't speak, it's useless to think about your tongue."

As he spoke, he poked the cigarette butt inside, frowned, expressionless.

"Me." The boy gave him an aggrieved look, and was so smoked that he almost shed tears. He was about to speak, but the tip of his tongue was burned by the cigarette end, and he quickly dodged back.

As soon as he retreated, Song Wang raised his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, got up and straightened the collar of his suit, and said with a cold expression: "My patience is limited, I can't last five minutes."

"But I..."

Song Wang stared at him coldly, without making a sound.

"I," the boy looked confused, "I, Mr. Gu said, let me admit at the press conference that Lin Siqi bribed me to drug Miss Gu and raped her."

"What did you say?"

"I, brother, I really didn't lie to you," the boy was about to cry anxiously, "Mr. Gu said so. I don't want to, but what can I do, I'll just be like that, helpless."

"Are you going to admit that you are a rapist?" Song Wang looked at him incredulously, and sneered, "You agreed? Was your head kicked by a donkey?!"

"Mr. Gu said he would bail me out, give me money, and let me go abroad." The boy argued in a small voice.

"Heh, that's not a light kick." Song Wangshang laughed, stretched out his hand and tore off his tie and threw it on the sofa. He walked back and forth by the tea table and kicked over two bottles of wine on the ground. .

When he got angry, naturally no one dared to speak out, the boy even hugged his knees and shrank back on the sofa, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes.

Song Wang looked up at him, sat back on the sofa, and lit a cigarette for himself.

He smoked very slowly, lowered his head slightly, and did not speak, the arc of his side face was cold and hard under the light, his mood was very unpredictable.

The boy felt really scared, and moved himself to the side again.

Song Wang said in a low voice: "Do you think his words are credible?"

"Brother, what did you say?" The boy was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, "I've already told you what I need to say. Just let me go."

"Is Gu Qinglun's words believable?" Song Wang looked at him with a cigarette between his fingers, "You fucked the sister he regarded as a treasure. He made you confess to rape, go to jail, and then fish you out?"

"This……"

"You admitted to rape. Why did he get you? The mayor's son, shouldn't he just do you in prison to avoid future troubles?" Song Wang smiled, "Not only falsely accused Lin Siqi, but also returned his sister's innocence. , and even played a hand of sympathy, which ended up taking you out. Sounds like a good idea, isn't it?"

The boy looked at him, blinked his eyes, and couldn't believe it.

"You're quite lucky," Song Wang looked at him with a slight tone of voice, "When is the press conference you mentioned?"

"Sunday morning at 09:30." The boy behaved much better now.

"It's a good time," Song Wang nodded, looked at the boy and said, "Gu Qinglun's idea didn't save you a way to survive. Do as I said, and you'll save your life."

(End of this chapter)