Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 883 April Feixu, to pick up a person

  In early spring and April, Jingping ushered in the catkin flying season.

  Floating on the street, flying into the alley, laying on the bluestone road, rolling over by the wheels, lightly rippling, like a turbulent pool of flowers.

"Puff puff-"

  In the spacious and expensive Bentley, a man was sitting in the co-pilot seat. When the window was lowered, a gust of wind blew up, blowing his mouth full of catkins.

  While poohing, he complained: "What the **** is the weather? If I had known earlier, I would have returned to Beijing two months late, so I would have saved myself from suffering!"

   "Qi Shao, I have a disposable mask here, do you want it?" the driver asked.

  He curled his lips in disdain, and raised his hand: "Women's chirping stuff, whoever loves it, wears it, I don't care."

  The driver didn't speak any more and concentrated on watching the road.

   After less than half a minute of silence, the man started to move again, his little eyes flickering into the mirror while hesitating to speak.

  After a few times, there was a sudden pause, and she met a pair of sharp and cold black eyes in the mirror.

  He swallowed, smiled flatteringly, and called, "Brother Zhen."

  The man in the back seat looked directly into the mirror, neither dodging nor dodging, and the state of staring at each other has been maintained like this.

   One front and one back, one cowardly and one shy.

   After a long while, the man called "Brother Zhen" lowered his eyelids, took advantage of the situation to restrain the coldness in it, and said in a deep voice: "If you can't sit still, get down, I didn't let you run this trip."

   "Don't... you can sit still! You must be able to sit still! Also, no one asked me to follow, I came here voluntarily."

  After listening, the man in the back seat was noncommittal and looked out the window expressionlessly.

   Galloping all the way, thousands of flying fluffs are startled, and tire marks are twisted.

  Finally, Bentley stopped steadily.

  Song Qi immediately turned to ask the driver: "Are you there?"

   "Looking at the address, it should be this alley, but the car can't get in, so..." I have to trouble the two grandparents to get out of the car and walk by themselves.

   Cursing and standing still, Song Qi patted the hem of the clothes, shaking out the folds that were pressed on it, and at the same time did not forget to look around.

   "Did Xu drive to the wrong place?"

  Old Xu, the driver just now.

   "Song Yu's youngest son and illegitimate son live in this kind of small alley? He is too picky..."

  The next second, Song Qi suddenly shut up when he received a warning look from the side.

   Can't help but look around again, but the more you look at it, the more dazzling it becomes.

  I saw a narrow alley, the walls were mottled and decayed, and there were various small advertisements posted on it, such as certificates, syphilis treatment...

   Not to mention driving the car in, even two taller men walking side by side are too crowded.

   Entering the entrance of the alley, there are a few steps, potholes, moss and water.

  Song Qi only took one look, and he disliked going to grandma's house. To be honest, he had to muster up a lot of courage to even set foot in this kind of place.

   "...Brother Zhen, do people really live in this kind of place?"

   "Are you doubting the accuracy of the intelligence of the Song family lineage, or do you have doubts about Lao Xu's ability to recognize the way?"

  Song Qi touched his nose, how dare he?

  If the intelligence system of Limai is not accurate, all private detectives in the world can be unemployed unconditionally; as for Lao Xu's ability to recognize the way, he dare not comment...

  Don't look at people with old arms and legs, he is Song Zhen's confidant...

"No, I just don't think it's reasonable. In our circle, any capable man would not allow his Xiaomi to live in this kind of place. What's more, Xiaomi is not just a toy, he also carries A golden lump from the direct lineage of the Song family shouldn't be so shabby."

   Song Zhen heard it and didn't answer, but he didn't tell him to shut up like before.

  Song Qi immediately got excited, and rolled his eyes: "If you want me to say, Song Yu is not authentic, how can he let his women and children suffer like this? His brain was kicked by a donkey—"

   "Enough!" He reprimanded in a deep voice.

   "Zhen, brother?

   "The dead are the greatest." With deep eyes, the man paused every word.

  Song Qi shut up instantly, the scene in the ward two days ago flashed unconsciously in his mind.

  Song Yu was covered in blood, and his face could no longer see his original appearance, but his warm eyes were bright and clear like never before—

  He said, "The person I love... and the child... pick him up... let's go back to Song's house... take care..."

   Before the word "Gu" came out, he closed his eyes forever.

  Returning to his thoughts, Song Qi shuddered: "Then, I just don't say anything..."

  Song Zhen ignored it and stepped into the alley first.

  Song Qi gritted his teeth and followed closely behind.

   "Brother Zhen, are we really going to take that mother and son back?"

  The man rolled his eyes coldly: "Otherwise?"

   "But if you bring him back, then—" Song Qi's entire face was contorted due to entanglement.

   "So what?" Song Zhen stopped.

  His eyes flashed: "It's hard for Song Yu to survive, and the direct line has no sons, so I can only choose an heir from the side branches. You are the most likely to be..."

   "Enough! Don't say such things in the future, I don't like it, and it's not good to spread it."

"That's right here! Song Yu is still there, and the entire Song family belongs to him. I have no objection to this, and everyone is convinced that he is a direct descendant since he was born. But now that Song Yu is gone, he suddenly jumps up. To have an illegitimate child is to steal meat from your mouth!"

   "You're wrong," Song Zhen interrupted him, "The flesh is originally from the direct line of the Song family, if you want to rob it, I can only be the robber."

   There are more, can wait, don't wait for sleep

  (end of this chapter)