Chapter 169: Little pitiful, cultivated (10)

"brother?"
The young man was thinking hard about what to say to make Mingzhe agree, and he heard the voice from behind, and suddenly turned around in surprise.
"Are you going to city A next month!"
"Yes, next month I happen to be fine. If Uncle Ming doesn't mind, I can take you to City A."
He Qing was very happy, "Then I..."
"He Qing."
Mingzhe raised the boy himself, and when he heard his tone, he knew he wanted to agree. He didn't think about it, and immediately reprimanded him.
He Qing hasn't been trained by him in this tone. Even yesterday, he did a good job coaxing behind Mingzhe, and now he is a little ignorant.
"uncle?"
Hearing a little grievance hidden in this soft tone, Mingzhe realized that his emotions were too wrong.
Even if Song Chuanjin interjected to dissatisfy him, he should not have so much anger in his heart.
The man grabbed the phone with his hand and calmed down, "You give Song Chuanjin the phone."
He Qing was a little reluctant. Although he didn't know what Mingzhe was going to say, he instinctively didn't want to give it up.
Seeing that there was no answer, Mingzhe was even more angry, and his voice sank, "Give him."
"Oh……"
The boy responded dumbly and gave the phone to Song Chuanjin reluctantly, "Brother, Uncle is looking for you."
Song Chuanjin showed a bit of joy in his eyes, and took it in a hurry. Bi Gong said with respect, "Uncle Ming, bother you."
The man's magnetically low voice came from the phone. He Qing couldn't hear what was being said. He could only watch on the side, hoping Mingzhe could promise to let his brother take him out for fun.
He wanted to hear something from Song Chuanjin's answer, but his words were only yes, otherwise, or something that He Qing couldn't understand, he had to stand by and watch his expression.
After Song Chuanjin's expression relaxed and hung up, the teenager's eyes lit up.
Brother is so happy, it must be because the uncle agreed?
"Brother, did your uncle agree?"
Song Chuanjin just let out a sigh of relief in his heart, and a soft, expectant voice rang next to him. He looked at it, and then remembered that he wanted to take He Qing to City A.
It was just that Mingzhe asked some questions, and he only thought about answering in a hollow way, and he didn't remember the matter at all.
Looking at the pretty-looking teenager with bright eyes and looking forward, Song Chuanjin gently smiled and touched his little head, "Uncle Ming just said to let me go to his company for an internship for a period of time, so we will decide next month good or not?"
Wasn't it a matter of discussing his birthday together...
The expression on He Qing's face lowered to the naked eye, but he responded obediently, "It doesn't matter, anyway, there is still a month..."
The teenager never concealed the emotions on his face. He can be seen at a glance with high displeasure. Song Chuanjin saw his lost appearance, and his heart softened, and promised, "Relax, I will even have time when I don’t have time. Make time to accompany A Qing."
"Really!" He Qing was suddenly happy, he smiled sweetly, and looked up at the small face beautifully, "Brother, how nice you are!"
It’s been two years since I saw him, but his attitude is still natural, as if the two have been together.
Song Chuanjin has experienced too many things in these years, and the original hard-working man was purely blackened, but He Qing is still like that year, with a blank sheet of paper.
He was complicated in his heart, and thought it was so good. He touched the young boy's tender face, and the tenderness in his eyes was really cut.
"A Qing is good to go on like this."
"Ah?" The teenager looked at him confusedly, looking down at himself, "What do I look like?"
"It's this beautiful look." Seeing him ignorant, Song Chuanjin smiled and took back his hand.
Since it is impossible, the thoughts are broken.
All he has to do now is to ensure his own interests and to ensure that what originally belonged to him will not be taken away.
Thinking of the ten-year-old brother at home, Song Chuanjin had a little trouble in his eyes. A child was originally nothing, but he still had that stepless mother who had little ambition and had to be chaotic.
Speaking of that, ten-year-old Song Chuanyu is the true cousin of the well-behaved boy in front of him, but how can the gap between the two be so big.
He had hundreds of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. Like a good brother, he accompanied the teenager to read the book for an afternoon, and didn't leave until the meal time was approaching.
Throwing away the unhappy eyes behind him, Song Chuanjin drove back home tiredly.
In fact, he hasn’t been home for a long time, but today he got Mingzhe’s permission to go to work in the company. He has to talk to Father Song anyway.
"I don't allow it!" Father Song's response was as expected by Song Chuanjin. He still responded calmly with a gentle gesture.
"I have discussed with Uncle Ming, and I can go directly to work tomorrow."
"I said I wouldn't allow it!"
Father Song was so thrilled by his attitude, "There is a company at home, and what kind of Ming family do you go to? This is so unpleasant to say!"
Unpleasant? Sure enough, it was for face.
Song Chuanjin's eyes brought a bit of ridicule, and the tone did not answer with much respect. "What's the use of having a company at home, I'm your son, but when I went to the company, I had to start from the bottom. Why not go to Uncle Ming? At least there won’t happen that my performance has been erased."
"What do you mean, ah what do you mean!"
Aunt He Xiao was pouring water quietly on the side. Suddenly she heard her step-son's words, and her hands shook immediately. She panicked in her heart, and quickly reached out to help Father Song.
"Don't talk about your husband, Chuan Jin has been clever since he was young, and he has skipped grades. Now he is graduating from a prestigious university. It is indeed a Qu talent in our company."
"It's good to go to the Ming family. The Ming family has a cousin A Qing, and Mr. Ming will take care of it a little bit."
She was talking to Song Chuanjin on the face. In fact, she secretly said that he was abandoning his company. This method is not worth mentioning, but Song Song can listen to it every time, and it is even more irritable at the moment.
"It's smart that Lao Tzu was born! The money I went to school for so many years was also paid by Lao Tzu. Now that I'm growing up, I want to go to the Ming Family when my wings are hard? Dream!"
"Her husband, don't be angry, don't be angry. After a while, you will drink tea, Chuan Jin, and apologize to your dad."
The familiar tone, the familiar template, and the expression on Song Chuanjin's face had not changed, but the more the sarcasm in the eyes grew.
How could his dad not know that the woman was stumbling on him behind him, just pretending to be deaf and dumb.
He used to naively think that he would understand it by presenting evidence to his father, but now?
"I'm just here to tell you, if you don't accept me there is no way."
Song Chuanjin turned around, leaving with coldness in his eyes, as if he could not hear the roar of Father Song behind him.
He really didn't understand what Father Song thought, a son who had grown up and could take over the company, and a young boy who was only ten years old and only wanted to eat, drink and play every day.
Even if it hurts the young boy, don't you kill him all right?
He even sometimes wondered if he was biological.
There was a self-deprecating smile in the corner of his mouth. Song Chuanjin opened the door and went out. As soon as he went out, the fat Chuan Song Chuanyu ran into it.
"Why are you hitting me!"
Song Chuanjin hadn't spoken yet, but Song Chuanyu spoke first.
Looking coldly at this half-brother, Song Chuanjin extended a finger and slowly pushed him away.
"Step aside."
Anyway, he made up his mind to leave the Song family, and he didn't need to pretend to be a good brother.
Song Chuanyu stared at the young man with big eyes, "Hurry and apologize to me!"
It's really stupid.
A brain-dead.
Song Chuanjin didn't plan to take care of him anymore, and ignored the chunky boy and walked forward.
Song Chuanyu shouted at him, "Don't be complacent! When I grow up, the little idiot inherits the company, and my dad will let me be wise... Umm..."
Aunt He Xiao rushed to cover the boy's mouth and smiled at Song Chuanjin with a stiff face, "Chuan Jin, your brother doesn't talk nonsense, don't worry about it..."
Idiot, inherit the company...
Song Chuanjin stood straight with a stream of light in his eyes and fixedly looked at the woman.
After a few seconds, he gave a gentle smile and nodded slowly, "Auntie, I will go first."
After talking, the young man turned and left, but his eyes were dark and dull like nothing.
It seems that there is something he doesn't know about A Qing?

The teenager was full of food, lying on the sofa comfortably, and received a call from Aunt He. He carefully looked at the man reading the newspaper on the sofa, and cried carefully.
"Little aunt..."
"Eh, A Qing, my aunt bought you clothes last time I went shopping. I'll get it for you tomorrow."
He Qing looked at the man a bit hesitantly, "But Uncle won't let me go out..."
"Then it would be better if the aunt came to see you..."
The teenager was silent, but Ming Zhe once said that he was not allowed to come to Ming's house.
Ming Zhe seems to be looking at the newspaper. In fact, Yu Guang's eyes have been on the teenager. When he saw his white and tender face wrinkled, he was both worried and hesitant, and there was a smile in his eyes.
"what happened?"