Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

  Chapter 342 Starting today, you and I are the enemy

  Dingfeng Real Estate, office on the top floor.

  Luxurious interior decoration.

  When this company was first established, Song Ziyu was full of vigor and focused on flexing his muscles in the real estate industry, overwhelming Song Yueliang.

  This office is where he directs operations, so naturally it is as luxurious as it is.

  At that time, the eldest son of the Song family used the best for everything.

   Now that he has lost ownership of the company, Song Ziyu finds it ironic that he is sitting in this office again.

  Leaning loosely on the leather sofa in the corner of the office. Song Ziyu looked sideways at the Erya man sitting quietly behind the desk.

"Song Yueliang told Fu Yanchi that he was going to collapse, and now the city is full of ups and downs, and all the upper-class families are waiting to hear the news. The Yan's in the capital should have received the news a long time ago. Guess there will be a what's the situation?"

   Song Yueliang, whom he had always regarded as his deadly enemy, actually had bipolar disorder. Song Ziyu didn't know about it before.

  Now that her daughter's life and death are unknown, it is logical that Song Yueliang's mental state will be on the verge of collapse.

  When Song Ziyu heard the news, he thought he would be happy, but he didn't seem as happy as he thought, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

  Yanqin lowered his eyes, playing with a lighter in his hand.

  The lid of the lighter opens and closes, and the mechanical sound of Dangdang is disturbing.

  His profile looks calm.

  Maybe he deliberately concealed his emotions, so he looked calm.

"Yan Qin, Young Master Qin, did you hear what I said? Didn't you always look forward to getting the right to speak of your Yan family? If there is trouble over there, you can take advantage of the situation and maybe your dream will come true." ?" Without a response, Song Ziyu subconsciously spoke sarcastically.

  Yanqin slowly raised his eyes, which were calm and deep.

   "Whether the dream can come true, that is also my Yan family's business. Young Master Song is too lenient."

"Don't talk so high-soundingly, what do you think in your heart, that others don't know? Yan's family has been suppressing your family for decades, and you have been hoping for their collapse? In this way, your second family can stand up and be the master. gone."

   "If you have time to play tricks on me here, why don't you think of a way to save your Song's business? It won't last long, right? I heard that Chairman Song has been running to the idler's villa recently, and he is about to tear himself apart with Mr. Tang?"

  Song Ziyu's face turned dark instantly.

  He was never willing to mention this matter to others, nor did he like to listen to it.

  The old man is old, his hair is white, and he still tries to use that old face in vain, thinking that he can seduce women and let him eat soft food.

   Chairman Song, who used to be able to call the wind and rain in Huicheng, has now become the laughing stock of the whole city.

  The Song family is no longer the previous Song family.

   While the atmosphere was sluggish, there was a sudden noise outside the office.

   It seems that the secretary is preventing people from breaking in.

   Just couldn't stop it.

  The office door was kicked open with a bang from the outside.

  The young man with unruly eyebrows and eyes was full of hostility, and went straight to Yanqin.

  Passing around the solid wood desk, grabbed Yanqin's collar with one hand, and punched Yanqin hard.

   The secretary who ran in after her turned pale and screamed.

   "Get out!" Yan Qin yelled.

  Song Ziyu also got up to help drive the idlers out of the door, and closed the door smoothly.

  The second young master of the Yan family came to the door and beat Yan Qin angrily-this matter will probably be on the headlines of the newspaper tomorrow.

   "Yanqin, you are really good. You will do whatever you can to fight for power, and your relatives will deny you!" Yanxi is like a raging lion, throwing fists at Yanqin without mercy.

  At this moment, all brotherhood disappeared completely in his heart.

  Yanqin is not worthy!

   "If something happens to Qi Qi, I will never let you go!"

   "Also, do you want to seize power? Let me tell you, as long as I'm here, you can only dream!"

  Push Yan Qin to the ground hard, Yan Xi looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were red, hateful and cold.

   "Yanqin, starting today, you and I are enemies!"

  The door of the office slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

  Youth left.

  Song Ziyu closed the door kindly again to block the sight from the outside.

  He turned his head to look at the man who was still sitting on the ground with downcast eyes.

   After being beaten up, the man's face was bruised and purple everywhere, his cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

  The gold-rimmed glasses have long gone to nowhere.

  The buttons of the suit jacket were also torn off.

  The whole person looked embarrassed, and he completely lost his usual gentle demeanor.

  Song Ziyu gloated and sneered, "As expected of being taught by Yan's parents, he is more like a human being than you."

  After laughing at Yanqin, he slid on the ground next to the door and laughed at himself again.

   Cover your face with your hands.

  Actually, what right does he have to laugh at Yanqin, he is worse than Yanqin.

  For the Song family back then, he clearly knew of his parents' plan and their methods of persecuting Song Yueliang, but instead of stopping him, he helped him to do evil.

  Like an inhuman beast.

  Poison for the whole family.

  So the Song family's fate today is all retribution.

   Except for scolding the idlers to leave, Yanqin never said a word after that.

  Even though Yan Xi beat her up, she didn't make a sound or fight back.

  Outside the office, there were buzzing and low-pitched discussions.

  In the office, there was a dead silence.

  The huge office seemed empty and deserted without any voices.

  After a while, Yanqin got up and walked out.

  It seems that he is unaware of his embarrassment, and he doesn't hide it.

  Song Ziyu didn't move, didn't ask him where he was going, and sat alone in the office for a long time.

   It wasn't until there was no sound outside the office, and the night fell, that he left in the dim light, with a dazed look on his back.

  This winter in Huicheng, I don’t know why it looks extraordinarily cold.

  December's cold wind blows, and the bones of the teeth are chilled, and even the cracks in the bones are filled with cold air.

  Yanqin drove aimlessly through the streets of the city. When the car finally stopped, he came to his senses and realized that he had driven the car into Huicheng Hospital unknowingly.

  On the passenger seat beside him lay a bouquet that he didn't even know when he bought it.

  The VIP ward of the hospital is in the southwest of the hospital, a three-story single-family building.

  The lights upstairs are bright and white, and it looks cool in the cold winter night.

  Yanqin stood downstairs for a while, then walked upstairs to the third floor where there were many people in the corridor.

  As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw bodyguards in black standing in the corridor.

  Hearing the movement, the bodyguards turned their heads and looked over, their eyes were sharp and their expressions were chilling, and there was a strong sense of oppression all over their bodies.

   "Yanqin, the second roommate of the Yan family, I'm here to visit."

  The bodyguards did not move, but someone entered the ward to ask for instructions.

   Soon, Uncle Gui came out from the ward at the back of the corridor, stared at him for a while, and motioned for the bodyguard to let him go.

  Yanqin walked slowly in front of Uncle Gui under the watchful eyes of all the bodyguards.

   "Three patients, which one does Young Master Qin want to visit?" Uncle Gui asked him with his hands folded in front of him.

  (end of this chapter)