Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

  Chapter 229 Humiliation

  Xiao Lan and the man stopped, turned around and looked at Song Yufeng mockingly.

   "I'm sorry Yufeng! Let's break up." Xiao Lan looked at Song Yufeng with a trace of guilt. She never liked him, she approached him only for Zhao Yi.

   "Song Yufeng, you are nothing, nothing, do you still want others to suffer with you? It is better to be sober, hahaha..." The man finished, holding Xiaolan and left with a big smile.

  Song Yufeng stood blankly in place. Yes, he has nothing now, so what right does he have for others to suffer with him. It's ironic, it turns out that Song Yufeng has lost the asylum of his family and is nothing.

  Song Yufeng closed his eyes in pain and laughed at himself.

  "Sir! Can you go anywhere else? You have affected our business here." The clubhouse attendant walked to Song Yufeng.

  Song Yufeng stopped laughing and looked at the waiter in front of him, "Even you dare to bully me? Did Song Yufeng fall to this point?"

  "Sir! Don't get me wrong, it's just that you are here, which really affects us." The waiter explained.

  Song Yufeng stretched out his hand to push the waiter away, and walked towards the clubhouse. He wants to get drunk, wants to make himself forget all this completely.

  "Sir! Please show your VIP card." The waiter stopped Song Yufeng.

  "VIP card?" Song Yufeng glanced at the clubhouse. He knows the boss here, so he never needs a membership card to get in and out here, and this club is only a middle-level club in the capital, which he usually doesn't like.

  "We have regulations, you cannot enter the club without a VIP card."

  Song Yufeng wanted to say that he was a member of the Song family, and then thought that he had broken away from the Song family, swallowed the words again, turned and walked towards his car.

   "Isn't this Song Shao? I didn't expect to meet you here, so lucky! Hahaha..." A middle-aged man smiled and walked to Song Yufeng.

  Song Yufeng gave each other a wry smile. What Song Shao, he has nothing to do with the Song family now except for his surname Song.

   "Does Song Shao have time? I invite you to sit in and have a drink." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and took Song Yufeng's arm and walked towards the clubhouse.

  Song Yufeng wants to refuse, but now he really wants to get drunk and vent.

  The middle-aged man brought Song Yufeng to the box, and saw that there were already two men sitting in the box, "Look at who I brought."

   "Oh, it turned out to be Song Shao. It's a lucky meeting." The man in the black suit said that he was lucky to meet, but the ridicule on his face made no secret of it.

"Which Song Shao, which Song Shao? Yo! It turned out to be Song Shao who was kicked out of the house by the Song family. No, it should be called Cai Shao Cai right now, hahaha..." The meticulous man with combed hair mocked With a smile.

  The middle-aged man laughed, "Don't say it so ugly, he used to be the Song family."

  Song Yufeng was angry and angry, and had the urge to find a hole in the ground. He has never suffered such humiliation.

   "I said that was before, now, he is nothing, come and pour us wine." The meticulous man with his hair drank the wine in his glass, and then put the empty glass on the table.

  "This is a good idea. I haven't drunk the wine poured by Song Dashao. It must taste very good, hahaha..."

  Song Yufeng was so angry that he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the middle-aged man. “Song Shao, don’t you leave me like this? Even if you have to leave, you will have to drink at least a few glasses to leave.”

   "Get out of the way!" Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly, staring at the middle-aged man angrily. It turned out that he asked himself to come in just to humiliate himself.

The meticulous man combing his hair stood up with a sneer, picked up the wine bottle on the table and came to Song Yufeng, "Drink."

  Song Yufeng gritted his teeth tightly, staring at the opponent fiercely with red eyes, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. At this moment, his heart was full of humiliation.

  "Don't you drink?" The meticulous man combed his hair coldly.

   "I drink!" Song Yufeng took the wine and drank it. The spicy taste made him frown.

   "Hahaha...It's so refreshing, you guys come to respect our Song Shao a bottle." The meticulous man combed his hair and laughed freely.

  Song Yufeng endured forbearance, but still did not hold back the anger in his heart, raised his hand and slammed the opponent.

  The meticulous man combing his hair cried out in pain, reacted, and hurriedly fisted back.

  When the other two saw this, they immediately stepped forward to help. Soon Song Yufeng was surrounded by them.

  Where is Song Yufeng the opponent of the three people, not long after, he was knocked down to the ground by the three of them.

   "Do you think you are still the original Song Yufeng?" The other party snorted.

  Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly. Now he has no ability to resist and can only bear it. His eyes are full of tears of humiliation, and he is holding back those tears. On this day, he tasted the warmth of the world, was betrayed, bullied, ridiculed, beaten and scolded. It turns out that in the past, others gave him face, flattered him, and pleased him only because he was the eldest young master of the Song family. Without all this, he was nothing, and even his dignity could not be preserved.

  Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Song Yufeng licked the corner of his injured lips, and a tingling sensation came. Accompanied by the smell of blood, he took a deep breath and sat up slowly and slowly.

   There was a sound of high heels stepping on the ground. Song Yufeng raised his eyes and saw Yang Xin'er, walking towards him.

   "Xin'er?" Song Yufeng shouted with some uncertainty. The person in front of him looked like Xin'er, but he was a little different. Xin'er was not so young. It seemed that he had hallucinations when he was beaten.

Yang Xin'er walked up to Song Yufeng, squatted down, and gently wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with her hand. She looked at the wound on Song Yufeng's face distressedly, "Yufeng, do you hurt?" Although Yufeng received such a lesson. He deserved it, but she couldn't help but feel distressed when she saw him hurt.

  Song Yufeng twitched the corners of her mouth and frowned in pain, "Are you Xin'er?" How could she become so young?

  Yang Xin'er nodded, "I will help you up and we will go home."

  Song Yufeng shook his head, reached out to hold Yang Xin'er's hand, and looked at her guiltily, "Xin'er, I'm sorry!" He now knows that only people who care about themselves will be with him when he is the most difficult.

Yang Xiner smiled lightly, "I don't blame you, I will help you up." It's a lie to say no, which woman can stand her husband. There are other women outside, but she loves him, she doesn't want to anymore. Lost him once.

  (End of this chapter)