Chapter 422: You are the outsider

"The doctor said that my father's illness was sudden and serious, and he suspected that he had some flu-like illness." Song Qianying said.
Tang Nuan sneered directly after hearing the painting, "Do you think it is possible?"
"Of course it's impossible."
Song Qianying's tone was a little earnest, "My dad has been very strong for so many years, and he is very self-disciplined in eating. He never eats unclean food. Where can we get sick?"
Lin Jiaohua was also tearing her nose and tears now, "Isn't it? Lao Song has always believed that "the body is the capital of the revolution" for so many years. Therefore, the health management of the whole family is very strict, and every year We will take our whole family for a physical examination. How can a person who cares so much about his body suddenly fall ill?"
Hearing this, Tang Nuan's painting had to fall into contemplation.
"Then this matter may be weird."
"If it wasn't for Mr. Song's body, then there must be something unexpected. Otherwise, how could a good person suddenly fall down?"
While talking, Tang Nuan began to associate paintings.
In the middle of this, which link can go wrong?
Thinking about it, Tang Nuan's thoughts on paintings drifted to his last life.
At that time, my father was very healthy, and there was basically no problem in the annual physical examination.
But one day, my father suddenly fell down, and his originally healthy body was as fragile as a straw overnight.
Now think about it, how similar the situation of Song Qianying's father in the previous life was to that of Song Qianying's father!
In the previous life, Zhao Ruhong and Tang Yan'er were the mother and daughter who murdered his father. Is it possible that the murderer of Song Huinian was also the person next to him?
Thinking of this, Tang Nuan's painting suddenly lit up, "Qianying, has your father been in close contact with anyone recently?"
"What do you mean?" Song Qianying was puzzled.
Tang Nuanhua said, "Since your father's situation is not an accident, it means that someone may deliberately murdered him. Therefore, you'd better think carefully about whom your father has been in contact with recently."
"This..." Song Qianying groaned, seemingly thinking about it.
Then suddenly he thought of something and exclaimed, "I see, it's Song Yijun!"
When it comes to Song Yijun, Song Qianying squinted her eyes with confidence, "Yes, it must be her!"
"Ahem, that." Tang Nuanhua coughed at this time, "Qianying, I know you must hate Song Yijun, and I hate her, but as far as I know, she seems to have been driven out of the house by your father. Right?"
After that, Tang Nuan patted Song Qianying on the shoulder to persuade him, "Qianying, you should be more reasonable."
"Don't buckle Song Yijun's hat on her head because you hate Song Yijun, otherwise you will miss the real murderer."
But Song Qianying still insisted, "No, Miss Tang, you believe me, my judgment will never be wrong."
"Then do you have any evidence?" Tang Nuanhua asked back.
Song Qianying shook his head, "If there is evidence, I may not have it, but there must be something strange in this matter."
"I still remember that day, my father and I were discussing the company's affairs in the study, and Song Yijun came back halfway..."
With that, Song Qianying began to remember.
She and her father were discussing matters in the study that day, and when the discussion was halfway through, Song Yijun suddenly pushed in.
"Dad, Qianying."
"How did you come?"
Song Yijun greeted him as soon as he walked in, but got the two obviously unwelcome eyes.
Then Song Qianying called the housekeeper directly, "Housekeeper, didn't I say that Song Yijun is not welcome in this family? You can't come, take her out for me!"
"You are not our Song family anymore, don't come again." Song Huinian snorted coldly, also looking like he didn't want to see Song Yijun very much.
Unexpectedly, Song Yijun laughed suddenly, "Dad, Qianying, I have just come in for less than three minutes, and you are anxious to drive me out. Isn't this the way our family treats guests?"
"Hehe, you are so funny talking."
Song Qianying sneered at this moment, "Since it is a way of hospitality, it is used to receive guests, you? What kind of guests!"
"I haven't seen you in a few days, Qianying, but you are getting more and more witty." Song Yijun smiled indifferently.
In fact, she had already prepared herself to be unwelcome, so she was not angry.
But then I didn’t procrastinate and said directly,
Don’t worry, I won’t stay here for too long. I just want to say hello to my father, and by the way, I want to talk to my father about something.

"Come on, you." Song Qianying still stunned and went back, "I think you are the weasel giving New Year greetings to the rooster. You are not at ease, are you?"
Father Song also looked indifferent, "Nothing to talk about, let's see off the guests."
"Good dad."
Song Qianying obediently responded, and then looked at Song Yijun triumphantly.
"Hey, you heard what Dad meant. What are you doing in a daze, please?"
"Ah……"
Song Yijun suddenly sneered, completely ignored Song Qianying, just looked at the old man.
"Dad, what I want to tell you is very important. It concerns our company. Are you sure you don't listen?"
"It's okay to ask me to go, but if the company is tossed down by that time, don't blame me for not coming to remind you."
After finishing speaking, Song Qianying pretended to be quite spine and turned around and left.
In the next second, Grandpa Song frowned and stopped her, "Wait!"
"Since it's all here, just clarify the matter before leaving."
Hearing that, a triumphant smile appeared on Song Yijun's mouth.
She knew that the old immortal cared most about the company's affairs, and would definitely keep herself, right?
Then, Song Yijun turned his head and smiled calmly, "Dad, this matter is related to the company's secrets. I can tell you, but I suggest that there should be no outsiders."
"what?"
Song Qianying was listening as she narrated, and she knew that the "outsider" was referring to herself without saying.
So it became a big hit, "Song Yijun, I ask you to figure it out. This is my home. My father and I are the managers of the company. You are the outsider, OK?"
This bitch, don’t tell me the guest of honor!
"is it?"
Song Yijun's tone is still very leisurely, "Okay, what you say is what you say, but I'll say it clearly. Song Qianying just can't listen to this matter."
"You!" Song Qianying became angry at once, wishing to choke Song Yijun to death.
"Enough, there is no end?" Song Huinian couldn't bear the quarrel between the two, and directly shouted.