My Invincible Twin Babies

"Is song Weiyu back?" Song Weiping walked around anxiously and asked the assistant.

The assistant replied, "I found out that Huo's plane back this time should be this morning. No accident, Miss Song should arrive in the afternoon."

"OK, OK, I see." Song Weiping waved his hand and asked his assistant to go down. Then he took a smoke, picked up his coat and left the company.

Back at Song's house, Li Shumei was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Seeing song Weiping coming back, she asked suspiciously, "how did you come back?"

"Song Weiyu will be back soon. Did he promise, dad?" Song Weiping threw his coat on the sofa and worried Li Shumei.

Li Shumei skimmed her lips. "The old guy doesn't want to. It's like death when he talks about it. He can't spit a word for a long time."

Song Weiping said anxiously, "you advise him."

"How can I persuade? How can I persuade!" Li Shumei shook the remote control, pulled down her face, raised the volume and scolded, "I've been dry all morning. The old guy just didn't promise me. What can I do? I can still take him to song Weiyu?! that's your father, you go."

Song Weiping frowned and replied impatiently, "OK, OK, I'll go."

He strode up the stairs and went to master song's room.

Old man song's room was in the last room in the corridor. When song Weiping opened the door, old man song was wiping an old photo, which was mounted in the photo frame. As soon as song Weiping saw the photo, his face became more ugly. He grabbed the photo in old man song's hand and shouted, "Dad, what are you doing! What are you doing with a dead man's photo all day!"

He slapped the picture into the dustbin.

Mr. Song was worried, but he didn't dare to resist his son. He looked at the picture lying in the trash can with anxious and flustered eyes and whispered, "I'll take this picture. I'll keep it for a thought."

That's a family photo. On it are song Weiyu and song Weidong, who were young. On it are three people smiling at the camera. They are very happy.

Since Song Weidong died in prison, song Weiping destroyed all the photos about song Weidong at home, leaving none. This photo was hard to hide by master song. Unexpectedly, song Weiping found it today.

Song Wei's flat color was ugly and said, "Dad, I know you blame me, but the eldest brother is dead. It's no use thinking again. Now my son can support you. You have to help me."

Mr. Song sighed, and his muddy eyes looked at the little son he loved since childhood. I don't know why things would become like this, "if you were for the light rain, I wouldn't go."

Song Weiping held his breath, "Dad! You should help your son. Now the company is suppressed by Huo Tianhao, and song Weiyu's little bitch is secretly doing bad things. You used to hurt her. Go help me and she will listen to you."

"Weiping, we were sorry for drizzle before. How can I... How can I find her again!" Master song regretted that if he hadn't been confused for a while... Alas!

"You must go! Isn't song your painstaking effort? You have the heart to watch song disappear?"

"I'd rather song fell down now."

"You!" Song Weiping was furious and threatened master song fiercely: "Dad, I tell you, I still raise you now. If I don't want to raise you, you can only wait to die!"

Master song didn't speak and closed his eyes in silence.

Song Weiping put a lot of cruel words, but old man song was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard them.

"OK, I'll see what you do next!" Song Weiping didn't expect that old man song was so uncooperative. He slammed the door and left with a ferocious face.

After Song Weiping left, old man song trembled down from his bed and moved to the trash can step by step. When he moved to the trash can, he was soaked with sweat. He picked up the photo from the trash can, wiped it carefully, and looked at the family of three above, with tears hidden in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry for you... I'm wrong..."

Just after getting off the plane, song Weiyu received a call from Lin Zimo, "Hey, Zimo, what's the matter?"

Huo Tianhao, walking beside song Weiyu, picked his eyebrows when he heard what she said.

"I just got off the plane," Song Weiyu said to Lin Zimo on the phone without knowing anything. "Tomorrow?"

"I asked for you. The lawyer is coming to Beicheng tomorrow. Let me make an appointment for you?" Lin Zimo's warm voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Weiyu was surprised and immediately agreed: "then we'll meet tomorrow night?"

"OK, I'll contact you when I make an appointment."

"This way." Huo Tianhao suddenly opened his mouth and his body was very close. He naturally pulled song Weiyu's collar, "be careful."

"I see." Song Weiyu didn't find Huo Tianhao's little move and followed him around.

His voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard at the other end of the phone at such a close distance. Lin Zimo was silent for a few seconds, and then asked, "is president Huo around you?"

Song Weiyu nodded and remembered that Lin Zimo couldn't see it. He replied, "well, we just got off the plane and were ready to go back."

Lin Zi's ink eyes are getting darker. Just now Song Weiyu replied that Huo Tianhao's voice is very comfortable and intimate. It's clear that they were very polite and strange when they last saw each other... What happened these days to make song Weiyu change so much.

He began to feel uneasy.

Song Weiyu is very defensive. He has known song Weiyu for a long time before he let song Weiyu take off his guard. They are closer. But song Weiyu and Huo Tianhao have known each other for two months. Now they are so comfortable

"Zi Mo? Zi Mo?" Song Weiyu didn't get Lin Zimo's answer. He called him several times to get the opposite answer.

"What's the matter?" Even though he is anxious now, Lin Zimo is still the elegant lawyer Lin when facing song Weiyu.

"I'm going to get on the bus. I won't talk to you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"OK, see you tomorrow." Lin Zimo whispered, took a deep breath and began to go through the procedures of transferring from the law firm.

After hanging up, Huo Tianhao asked coolly, "Lin Zimo?"

Song Weiyu nodded.

"Just came back and made an appointment? No rest?" Huo Tianhao asked casually, but his sight had been locked on Song Weiyu's face.

Song Weiyu looked at him strangely and said, "Mr. Huo should not be qualified to say me? Mr. Huo, your records of flying to four countries in three days are still there. You are not a health preservation elder."

"... I did it for work." Huo Tianhao said.

Song Weiyu squinted and smiled: "although I'm not for work, this meeting is very important to me."