Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 328 Becoming a daddy for the first time, black hand Song Rin

"you know?"

  The later maid nodded and confirmed again and again: "The herbicide commonly used in my field has this smell, and the color matches. Don't you believe me?"

   "Kind of like...piss?"

   "Well. The chemical name is so long that I can't remember it, but there is a name you must have heard."

"What?"

   "Paraquat."

   This is a fast-killing herbicide with contact and systemic effects. After taking a small amount, people may not have much reaction at the time, but as time goes by, the lung function will gradually be damaged, fibrosis, and there is no specific antidote. Wait for death.

   Don't look at such a small one, it's more than enough to kill people, let alone kill a cat?

   "Why did this kind of thing appear in the house? The two old gardeners usually clean up the weeds by hand, and I haven't heard of any medicines, so why..."

   "If it is really used for weeding, you should also buy bottles or cans, which are large in volume and last for a long time, and the package you have is more like... an injection."

   Small quantity, disposable, transparent glass tube, it looks taller than the paraquat used by ordinary farmers.

   "What do you mean by that?"

"I suspect that the tube of paraquat in your hand is purified, and it is more toxic than ordinary agricultural paraquat! Moreover, it is extremely rare. If there is no certain way, it is difficult to obtain. Who would be so boring and go to such lengths to kill Angel? ?”

   "Xiaoqun, you know a lot. I'm confused..."

   "Did you forget that I studied agronomy in college? Generally, I know something about pesticides, although it is not that comprehensive."

   "That's amazing. I'm very worried now. You have the most ideas. Help me find a way to explain the matter! Please—"

  The maid pondered for a moment, "It must be impossible to hide it, the wife will find out sooner or later."

  Xiaoya broke into a cold sweat in anxiety: "Then will I be fired? No, I still have a younger brother who is going to college, so I can't lose this job."

   "Don't panic! Listen to what I have to say. Since you can't hide it, just tell your wife that Angel is dead. As for the reason... you put it this way..."

   At 8 o'clock in the morning that day, Fang Yaqin came down from upstairs, and before she reached the dining room, she was shocked by the bad news!

   Almost cried out in front of the servant.

  The cat was fine yesterday afternoon, how could it die overnight?

  Fang Yaqin didn't believe it, and when she realized it, she suppressed her sadness and asked the reason.

  The housekeeper only said that the cat ate the unclean things in the trash can.

"what?"

   "Looks like a moldy cake."

"like?"

  The butler wiped his sweat with his hand, "Sorry ma'am, I'm not the first to discover Angel."

"Who is that?"

   "Two maids."

   "Where are they?"

   "I'll call right away..."

  Fang Yaqin immediately questioned the two of them, her words were convincing and without doubt.

  Finally, she said, "Where's the cat? Let me take a look."

   "Ma'am, Angel has been laid to rest."

   Because of this, Fang Yaqin was sad for a long time.

   Except for the two maids, no one knows how the cat died anymore.

   It took a week for Song Qian to know that the cat at home was gone. He heard that he had eaten his stomach badly. When he was discovered, he was already out of breath, so he didn't ask for more details.

   After all, a bunch of things in the company are already annoying enough, so why bother with a cool pet cat?

   Song Qian finished processing the backlog of documents, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

  The secretary knocked on the door and came in: "President Song, it's time to pick up the young master."

  Song Gan paused, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and couldn't help frowning, "Didn't you say that school ends at five o'clock?"

  Secretary: "It takes half an hour for you to go to the kindergarten. Usually, the school gate will be surrounded by parents 20 minutes before school ends. If you arrive half an hour earlier, you can just occupy a relatively front seat."

   "What's so important about this?"

   It doesn’t matter whether you are front or back, as long as you can catch the child, who cares how you stand?

  Considering an unknown reason, the secretary patiently explained: "Usually children hope that their parents will be the first to pick them up, um... You can take this mentality as showing off or comparing."

  The corner of Song Gan's mouth twitched.

  What's the comparison? In his opinion, there is only a few minutes difference between sooner and later, so what?

  The secretary smiled and said, "Anyway, my child strongly urges his dad to be in the top three."

   "What if you don't finish in the top three?"

   "The little one will be angry."

Well…

   "How to get angry?"

  The secretary thought for a while, "Cry."

  Song Qian: "..."

  In fact, it’s not because he’s not familiar with the business, it’s because he hasn’t been a father for long, roughly two or three weeks.

  A month ago, he didn't even know that he had a five-year-old son.

  So, you have to learn everything from scratch. At present, being a father is more tiring than being a president.

  As the president, you are facing a company.

  Being a father, you have to face a furry child who can't bear it any more.

  Tired!

   "Let's go." Song Qian put on his coat and strode out of the office.

  The secretary followed closely behind.

   At 4:30, outside the iron gate of Xingxing Kindergarten, many parents were already standing.

  The road is not too congested before the evening rush hour, and Songkran arrived earlier than expected, so Dama Jindao occupies the middle position in the front row.

  The secretary didn't follow, and stayed in the car to prevent the traffic police from posting a ticket.

  So, Song Qian was at a loss by himself.

  He didn't even dare to turn his head. Apart from the densely packed faces, he couldn't see anything else.

   Raise your wrist for the Nth time to look at your watch, shit!

   Twenty-five minutes to go...

  He tugged on his tie a little irritably, and then loosened the first two collar buttons, with an unruly and chic movement.

   For most parents, Song Qian is the face of Zhang Sheng.

  This man was dressed in a suit, tall and straight, and his watch was also a six-figure brand-name product. He exuded an air of luxury from the inside to the outside. Standing in the crowd, he seemed to stand out from the crowd, which was really too outstanding.

   "Hey, young man, are you also here to pick up the baby?" The old man in a white sweater, splints and slippers asked with a smile, waving a big cattail fan.

  Song Qian couldn't react for a moment: "...are you talking to me?"

"certainly!"

   "Yes, I will pick up the child."

"I can't see that you still have this kind of heart. It's really rare. These days, there are not many fathers who do it by themselves like you. Like my son-in-law, he runs business all day, or he is on a business trip. He is so busy that he doesn't touch the ground. Time to pick up the kids."

  Song Qian paused, thoughtfully: "What about the child's mother?"

   "Hi! It's all the same, busy making money! The child spends more time with grandma and grandpa 365 days a year than his parents. Even the parent-teacher meeting is held by me and the old woman in turn."

  Song Qian suddenly became interested, and most of his impetuosity faded away: "Will the child kiss his parents?"

The old man waved his hand and shook his head again: "What are you kissing? Last time his father left for half a year, and when he came back, the child no longer recognized him, so he called him uncle! But my son-in-law was so angry. Since then, he Also try not to go on business trips, at least meet the children once a day."

  Song Qian nodded: "What children need most is company."

   "So I said boy, you are very good! Take the time to pick up the child. However, I don't seem to have seen you before, is it just the beginning?"

"Um."

   "That's right. It might be a bit difficult to wait at first, especially in this hot weather, it's the most exhausting! But wait for a while, and get used to it slowly."

   Twenty-five minutes, basically the old man talked eloquently and eloquently. Song Qian played the role of the audience most of the time, and gained a lot of experience and benefited a lot.

  Five o'clock, school is over on time.

  Wei Xiaole stood listlessly in the line, listless. The female classmate next to him held his little hand, but he also avoided it in disgust.

  Female classmate: Humph! Who is not a little public opinion?

  Wei Xiaole pouted, girls are the most annoying, except for Mama...

Well!

  He started to miss his mother again...

  Teacher: "Everyone line up, and the door will open in a minute. Let's use your eyes to find out where your parents are, okay?"

   "Okay~" the small milky voices in unison.

   Wei Xiaole raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw a familiar figure.

   Actually, I’m not too familiar with him, I just became his father for a few weeks, that’s all.

  Song Qian also saw Xiong Zi.

  Wei Xiaole has facial features like him, but his skin is as white as his mother, and it seems to reflect light in the sun. He is tall, with awkwardly long legs, and very delicate.

   Four eyes facing each other, one big and one small.

  Song Qian took the lead in cracking a smile, trying to show a sunny side.

  Wei Xiaole hooked the corners of his mouth, actually twitching slightly—

   This man smiled so ugly that he was so angry.

  Song Qian who was disliked by his son: [I smile ignorantly]

  The door opened, and the little Doudings ran towards the arms of their parents one by one. Not to mention, this scene was quite spectacular.

  Song Qian received his son and led him towards Che Ting.

  Wei Xiaole shook off him, pouted with dissatisfaction on his face: "Where's my mother?"

  Song Qian's complexion suddenly sank: "Before you speak, don't you know how to address him?"

  Wei Xiaole pursed his lips and hummed lightly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

   "How do you know who you are asking without addressing you?"

"I'm asking you."

  Song Qian: "Who am I?"

  The little guy called out "Dad" in a muffled voice.

  Song Qian was satisfied, "Continue talking."

  Wei Xiaole frowned: "Are you annoyed? You're such a grown-up, more childish than my deskmate!"

   "Are you at the same table?"

  “A chubby girl who likes to be pretty and wears pink and calls herself Sleeping Beauty.”

  Song Qian: "..." My son has a really big vocabulary, and his logic is so clear, haha.

   "Okay, then I will continue to say," the little guy took a deep breath, with a bit of courage to endure humiliation, "Dad, how about my mother?"

   "She went to Jingping and hasn't come back yet."

"When are you coming back?"

"have no idea."

  Wei Xiaole pursed her lips and was silent for a moment, "Then when she comes back, I won't have to follow you, right?"

   "Wrong! You are my son, and the custody is in my hands."

   "But I want to follow my mother..."

  Song Qian's complexion condensed: "No way."

   "Bad guy! I don't want to follow you!"

   "That's not a choice, she gave up by herself."

   "You lied! My mother wouldn't abandon me, it must be you—"

"how do I?"

   "You, you snatched me here!"

   Song Qian's complexion was even uglier.

  Seeing this, the female secretary in the car quickly opened the door and came down, with a warm smile on her face, "Master, are you having fun at school today? Your father said he would take you to McDonald's."

   Wei Xiaole blinked, looked up at Song Qian, and asked if it was true?

  Song Qian picked him up, put him in the back seat, and sat in with him, "If you don't make trouble."

   "Oh, then I won't make trouble." Sit down obediently.

   It's useless to make trouble anyway, Ma Ma is still in Jingping and hasn't come back...Of course eating McDonald's is more important, hehe!

  Song Qian: "..." Why is my son so lifeless?

  How did that **** woman teach?

  After eating McDonald's, Wei Xiaole patted his stomach, satisfied~

  Song Qian held his son with one hand, and picked up the phone with the other, "Hello, who is it?"

   "President Song, this is Chu Yujiang, do you have time to meet?"

   "Chu... meets Jiang?"

   "You may not know me, but you should be familiar with Sixth Master Quan, right?"

  Song Qian suddenly became cautious, "What is the sixth master's order?"

Although MT Finance does not have close contacts with Quan Hanting's Phaeton like Mingda Group and Valin Electronics, but in Ningcheng, it is necessary to deal with it, and the status of Phaeton and the strength of the person in power make everyone fearful. , I have to give some face.

  Before Song Yuanshan abdicated, he had been in contact with Phaeton, and Song Qian had relatively little contact with him, so he didn't catch the name "Chu Yujiang" immediately.

   Immediately afterwards, when Fang Fang mentioned "Sixth Master Quan", no matter how dull and ignorant he was, he understood instantly.

  Chu Yujiang: "I can't take orders, but I just have a few questions I want to ask."

   "About...what?"

   "Song Rin." Chu Yujiang followed the meeting address in the newspaper.

   "...Okay, I'll be right over."

  End the call, Song Qian put away the phone, "Tian Hui, send Xiaole back."

  The little hand holding his **** tightened suddenly, "Where are you going?" There was obvious tension in the dark eyes.

  Song Qian squatted down: "Good boy, Dad has something to deal with."

   "So you left me here?!" The little guy's eyes widened in disbelief.

  Sometimes Song Qian couldn't understand how a five-year-old kid could conjure up so many expressions?

   Wronged, decadent, angry, unhappy...

   Switch anytime without stress.

   "Didn't I ask Tian Hui to take you home? Why did you just leave you here?"

   "... Mama is right, you are an irresponsible big soul."

   poof—

  Secretary Tian couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

  Song Qian glanced at her coldly.

  Tian Hui hold back!

   "You take care of the child and send it home safely to the nanny."

   "Understood, Mr. Song."

  Inner heart: Hahahaha...

  Song Qian took a taxi and left, leaving the car to the secretary to take son Xiong home.

  Wei Xiaole stood on the steps in front of McDonald's, with watery eyes, as if he could cry in a second.

  Tian Hui quickly took his little hand, "Xiao Le, be good, Auntie will take you home. Your father will be back after finishing your homework."

   "Auntie, there is no homework in kindergarten."

"Well…"

   "Auntie will play with you for a while? Wait for your father to come back?"

   "No need, I can play by myself. You are an aunt, and there is a generation gap with children."

   "..." Auntie suffered a critical hit of 10,000 points.

   "Auntie, do you think my dad is an idiot?"

   "This..." Tian Hui's forehead was sweating, "It's hard to say." After all, he is his immediate boss, and if he spreads bad words, he will die!

  Wei Xiaole: "I clearly heard you laugh just now."

   "..."

   "Oh, you adults are all liars! You only know how to coax children, it's so immoral."

   "..." Nothing to say.

   "Let's go, aren't you going to take me home?"

"oh!"

   "Auntie, why don't you buy me another cone? There's a dessert station next to it. It's very close, so you don't have to walk at all, okay? Okay?"

   "Okay, okay." The old aunt couldn't resist being coquettish for a creature like a hairy child!

  …

  City Public Security Bureau, Criminal Police Brigade.

trial room.

   "...Li Wenjin, let me ask again, is there someone behind the scenes?!" This time, it was a middle-aged policeman with a loud voice and sharp eyes.

  Unfortunately, the man opposite was indifferent.

  Compared to when he was just arrested two days ago, Li Wenjin looked much haggard, with a pale face, unshaven beard, and bloodshot eyes that hadn't faded away.

  He hasn't slept well in two days.

  The police kept changing people for questioning, and he couldn't get a rest at all.

   "No..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was dry and hoarse, like a blown bellows, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, "There was no behind-the-scenes order, I did it alone."

"Why?"

   "I want to take revenge on the Shen family."

   Li Wenjin couldn't count how many times she answered the same question.

  The middle-aged policeman got up and left.

   "Excuse me... can I have a glass of water?"

   "Endure!"

  Li Wenjin twitched the corners of his mouth, his lips turned white due to dryness. With this action, a **** mouth opened, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it off, and a stench of iron filled his mouth instantly.

  The middle-aged policeman went to the outside room, his face was completely cold: "He is a tough guy!"

   "We have rotated more than a dozen people, do you want to continue?"

"continue."

   "But will this..." The young policeman looked hesitant.

   "Don't worry, the superiors have taken care of it. If you want to give him some suffering, just save his life. Even if something happens, there will be a tall man around, so it won't affect you and me."

  The young policeman breathed a sigh of relief after receiving this assurance, "I understand."

  Twenty minutes later, another comrade failed.

   "Still not explaining?"

   "Is it true that there is no behind-the-scenes instigation, and it is all done by him alone?"

   Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

   To say that the mouth is tough, but this person's mouth is too hard.

  True or false, they have been completely confused.

   During the silence, the landline rang.

   "Hey...well, you said...yes..." The middle-aged policeman's eyes suddenly sharpened, "I understand."

call ended.

   "Sun team, what's the situation?"

   "Another instruction from above?"

   "Who did this guy offend in the end? It's miserable enough. He can't even be convicted of homicide, and he is tortured, and he doesn't get respect at all..."

   "You are still too young! How can a murderer pay attention to respect or disrespect? It deserves it!"

"Okay!" The middle-aged policeman, the man known as "Sun Brigade", reprimanded in a cold voice, "Is it over?! Shut up the fuck! Immediately call the second and third brigades, change clothes, and **** the guy. "

"do what?"

   "Of course it's to catch the behind-the-scenes instigation! The shriveled calf hides really deep..."

  At eleven o'clock that night, the Second Criminal Police Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau surrounded a certain night venue.

  The owner of the night show thought he was here to check the place, so he didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly invited people in. Hey, hey, these are all unfamiliar faces. Could it be that he will end his life later?

   One step at a time, the boss didn't dare to make small moves. All of them are armed police, with guns!

   "Which private room is Song Lin in?"

   "..."

   "Call back!"

  The boss finally came to his senses, "Young Master Song? Are you here to arrest him?"

   "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and lead the way!"

   "Yes, yes, this way please..." The boss heaved a sigh of relief, hehe~ It's fine if he wasn't here to catch him.

   Moonlight private room in the lotus pond.

  The loud music stopped abruptly when the police broke into the door.

   A group of people were quickly subdued, and they crouched obediently in the corner with their heads in their hands.

  After a quick investigation, "Report! Song Rin was not found!"

   "No?! How is it possible?!"

   "That..." the boss said weakly, "This private room has a back door, leading directly to the street outside..."

"Chase!"

  When Song Rin was besieged at the night market, he quickly reacted, escaped through the back door, and quickly disappeared into the night.

  The Song family was also not peaceful at this time.

  The third team of the criminal police ambushed the surroundings of the villa tightly, leaving only the captain inside to negotiate with the Song family.

  From the outside, it is as peaceful and peaceful as ever.

   "Comrade policeman, what do you mean?!" Song Yuanshan said angrily.

  Sun Hao ignored the words, and after several gestures to distribute the troops, he turned his head and looked at Song Yuanshan: "As you can see, arrest the suspect and bring him to justice."

   "How can there be any suspects here?!"

   "Song Rin is your son, right?"

   "Are you here to catch him?"

  (end of this chapter)