Chapter 37: Thirty-seven

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Your circle is really messy.
This is Song Yihe's first thought.
My cousin cousin looks after the same man, but this book never mentions this relationship, which is strange.
This is Song Xihe's second thought.
Before he had a third idea, Guan Zhi turned his words to him.
Guan Zhi: "Brother Wei, who is he?"
Wei Chen glanced at Song Zhihe, who was pointing at Chin ’s chin, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. His cousin, who was raised in gold and gold, was never an arrogant personality, but now I see him talking about Song Yihe How to disguise the dissatisfaction looks like a beam.
However, he really wanted to see what Song Yunhe would do.
"This is Song Yihe." Wei Chen said with a smile, "One of Song's heirs."
Guan Zhi nodded slightly, glaring at Song Xihe.
Song Yan and his eyes were too lazy to raise it, and sat quietly playing mobile phones.
Guan Zhi's face sank, and he was so angry that he grabbed a piece of snack and placed it in front of Song Yonghe. When everyone thought he was going to do something to embarrass Song Yonghe, he exclaimed: "Do you see my hand shaking?"
The people in the whole lounge were stunned, and Wei Wei was not clear. Even Song Ye and the players playing the game paused for two seconds, and then couldn't hold back a chuckle and thought of yesterday's events.
Due to Song Guochao's scandal some time ago, the entire Song family was very busy, but after the storm subsided, most departments relaxed.
So after reading a few documents yesterday morning, Song Yehe, who did n’t eat much breakfast, could n’t sit still. It was almost time for lunch break, so he simply pushed away the accumulated documents and left Song ’s, driving in the car. After walking around the city, I walked into the very nice restaurant that Wei Chen said on the phone.
The restaurant business was so good. When Song Yehe went in, he did n’t even have a separate table, and the waiter looked at him with expensive clothes. Some said, "Sir, would you like to fight the table? By the window? That table is also a gentleman dining alone, if you don't mind, maybe you can have a table with him. "
In terms of eating, Song Yonghe has always been the most particular and least particular. If the taste of the food is good enough, it doesn't matter if he squats at the door with a bowl to eat, so he agrees to the waiter without hesitation. Proposal.
Sitting by the window, a young boy dressed up with headphones, saw Song Yan and sat down opposite him, but raised his eyes and continued to eat his own things.
Song Yehe also had no interest in talking with strangers. After ordering a few signature dishes in the shop, he sat there quietly waiting to eat, without even pulling out his cell phone.
It didn't take long for Song Yonghe to order the first dish. This is the restaurant's signature dish, beef pie. Although it is a pie, the pie crust is very thin, only the thickness of the dumpling crust, but it has the soft and vigorous texture of the combination of bread and pouch, which is one of the ancestral techniques of this store.
Song Xunhe didn't rush to eat. He first smelled the three plates of sauce and dipped it with chopsticks. Then he took a bowl and mixed the sauces according to different proportions. After mixing, Also sprinkled some black pepper.
After doing this, he picked up the cake, brushed the prepared sauce evenly on the cake, then put coriander and gherkin in order, and then spread a slice of beef, closed the cake, and put it in his mouth.
Song Yonghe and his eating habits chewed slowly and swallowed, and his movements were very gentle, but these did not affect his facial expressions. The slightly curved eyes when he ate beef patties just made the other person think he was wrapping them. The cake was exceptionally delicious.
"Why do you make the sauce that way?"
Halfway through the meal, a voice of Qingyue sounded, Song Yong and looked up, only to find that the boy on the opposite side did not know when to take off the headset, and stared at the beef loaf in his hand without blinking.
Song Zhenghe and Huang Huanghuang ate half of the beef patties in his hands. Sure enough, he saw that the young man's eyes moved with his movements. He thought it was funny and said with a lip, "Do you want to eat?"
The boy blinked and nodded seriously.
Song Yan and his face even smiled even more. After taking a bite of the cake and chewing it, he smiled badly under the eyes of the teenager: "No."
The teenager's eyes widened a little, apparently did not think that Song Yihe would reject him, and his expression was a little stubborn for a while. After the reaction, he blew up his hair. "You don't eat it for me!"
Song Zhenghe nodded, taking the last bite into his mouth, "Well, I won't give it."
The boy stood up in a huff, then sat down with a humming cry, and asked the waiter to order a beef patties. After the beef patties came up, he readjusted the steps he just made in front of Song Xihe, and then He gave him a provocative look and took a bite of the cake in his hand.
After taking a bite, he threw the pie on the plate again, frowning, "It's horrible."
Song Yan and Xun laughed and handed him the cake they had just wrapped, saying, "See the gap."
The boy hesitated for a moment, thinking of Song Yan and the taste of the food he had just eaten, still couldn't resist taking it.
After taking a sip, he widened his eyes, finished the cake in his mouth with three or two sips, and exclaimed, "Why do I make the same sauce as you, and yours is so delicious?"
Song Yan and his hands supported his chin, and he raised his eyebrows: "Two people with huge aesthetic gaps, with the same clothes, will have the same effect?"
The boy shook his head, then tanned: "You said I was of bad taste?"
Song Yan and his smile are lazy: "I laugh at you shaking your hands."
The teenager gritted his teeth, and for a long time he uttered a sentence: "You only shake your hands, your whole community shakes your hands!"
At this moment, when the teenager saw Song Yehe just smiled and did not speak, a pair of eyes with anger were bright, raised his hand up and down in front of him, and proved himself again: "Do you say my hand is shaking?"
Song Yan and his face were full of smiles. He took off the matcha dessert in Guan Zhi's hand and bite a bite and said, "Don't shake, the whole community won't shake."
Guan Zhi had not returned from the shock that he would grab the snack in his hand, and met his smiling eyes. The anger that had just been extinguished seemed to have been touched by a touch of water, probably hot. The irritation of the water made his ears a little red.
Guan Zhi looked away and turned his head, "You can't shake if you shake."
Song Yonghe no longer answered, and brought up the tea that matched the dim sum. The light tea aroma neutralized the bitterness of the matcha dim sum. As the tea returned to sweetness, the aroma of matcha and scented tea mixed with him, so he couldn't resist drinking more A few mouthfuls.
Guan Zhi saw that he took a few sips of tea, could not help thinking of the cake he had eaten yesterday, could not help but picked up the cup next to him, took a sip but found nothing special, glanced at him and let it go.
At this time, other people also saw that the situation was not the same as what they had imagined. Guan Zhi had indeed seen Song Yehe before, but I'm afraid he didn't hate him.
Weichen raised an eyebrow: "Do you know each other?"
"Dined together yesterday." Guan Zhi said.
Others looked over, Song Yehe looked up, and said lightly, "There is no place, I have a table."
Wei Chen glanced at Guan Guan's expression and smiled, "I remember yesterday he went to the restaurant I recommended, but unexpectedly He also went there."
"Just passing by." Song Yan and his lips, looking at him as if smiling, but actually looked at the Weichen, said: "I go bowling, you sit."
Xiao Shenglin followed Song Yanhe and stood up, laughing: "I just came in and asked you to play, let's go."
Song Zhenghe nodded, and after leaving Wei Wei and Guan Zhi, left the lounge with Xiao Shenglin.
After going out, Xiao Shenglin said: "Do you know the young master of Guan family?"
"You mean Guan Zhi?" When facing Xiao Shenglin, Song Yan and the tone that just had a little bit of patience calmed down: "Just as I said, after eating a meal at the table, I did not expect to meet again. "
Xiao Shenglin was a bit worried: "I heard that Guan Zhi is the only grandson of the Guan family, and is almost protected by the entire family. I don't know why he suddenly came to China."
Hearing Xiao Shenglin's words, Song Xunhe remembered that the Guan family, one of the eight major wealth managers in the book, seemed to have settled in Canada long ago. Even the focus of his career was shifted to the Americas, and he rarely set foot in China.
"Maybe it's Weichen." Song Zhenghe guessed.
"It's possible." Xiao Shenglin thought the same way, and said, "I just saw Guan Zhi, although a bit childish, but not overbearing and not malicious to you."
"I know." Song Zhenghe laughed. "He's a kid, I won't care about him."
Xiao Shenglin was relieved and didn't say much again.
Song Yanhe just likes Xiao Shenglin's character. Even if he is worried, he will only stop until he never thinks that he will interfere in other people's lives. Even if he reminds him, he will use another person's most acceptable way to deal with this. How can people be uncomfortable with each other.
Xiao Yuanmu received a strange landline call.
There was a particularly tender child's voice over there, which made him hesitant.
"Is it Yuanmu's brother?" The little girl's timid voice reminded Xiao Yuanmu of the day when Song Yun and he took him out of the orphanage. It also seemed that this little girl stopped them.
Xiao Yuanmu's voice softened slightly: "Is something wrong?"
The girl heard his voice as if he had found the backbone, and immediately brought a crying cry: "Brother Yuan Mu, can you come back, okay, the dean's grandma is sick, she refuses to go to the hospital, we are so scared."
Xiao Yuanmu was stunned, and suddenly remembered that this time of the last life seemed to be the time of the dean's death. That was the first time he took the initiative to seek help from Song Yun, but only gained a mockery of irony and the backyard Long death news.
That was the main reason why he was determined to break Song's family. He didn't expect that after so long, he had the opportunity to make up for his regret.
When Xiao Yuanmu arrived at the orphanage, there were many people around the old president's door.
Seeing him coming, all the children of all ages gave way, probably knowing that he can make money now, even the fear of him was gone, not only looked at him with a stunned look, Another little boy cried and yanked his clothes and said, "Brother Yuan Mu, can you rescue the grandmother of the hospital?"
Xiao Yuanmu has no feelings for these children. When he saw them, he just nodded slightly: "Let ’s go, let me check it out."
There are several staff members in the dean's room. When they saw Xiao Yuanmu coming over, his eyes brightened. They all knew that Xiao Yuanmu had a good job and had a high degree. If the dean still had If there is any hope, only Xiao Yuanmu can do it.
"Yuan Mu, you're here." A plain-dressed middle-aged woman gave way, and said to him, "please persuade your grandma and grandmother, how can she not go to the hospital!"
Xiao Yuanmu walked to the bed, his eyes fell on the old man on the bed. After a long time, he felt a little strange. The old man's face blended with the kind face buried in the memory, making his eyes scratch. After a touch of warmth.
After returning from the rebirth, he invested all the money in his body into the stock market, realized some money some time ago, and sent a portion to the orphanage. For many reasons, he was not suitable for returning to the orphanage for the time being. Have forgotten when the old man died.
"Grandma, I'll take you to the hospital."
When the old man heard Xiao Yuanmu's voice, he slowly opened his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Yuan Mu, you are so busy at work, how come back, grandma is fine, you should not follow them anxiously."
The voice in the memory rang again, Xiao Yuanmu's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed and his mouth narrowed, "The company recently had the benefits of a medical examination for a family member, and I have always wanted to take you there, just the same this time."
The old man froze, and then laughed: "You don't need to take my old bone with you, it's a waste. You take your aunt Wang over, she always said that her arm was uncomfortable some time ago, it would be good to see it."
When I heard Aunt Wang in the old man's mouth, Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were slightly dimmed, but a smile appeared on his face: "I will take you there first, Aunt Wang is not in a hurry, the car should now wait outside, let people wait for a long time It wo n’t be good anymore. "
"What car?" The old man was surprised.
However, before Xiao Yuanmu started to speak, there were children's voices: "Ambulance is coming! A doctor is coming!"
The old man was startled and said, "Why did you call an ambulance, grandma is fine."
Xiao Yuanmu's mouth twitched slightly, letting the incoming medical staff lift the old man to the ambulance.
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor checked the old man and breathed a sigh of relief: "But when you delivered it, the old man was holding his head with congestion. It may be difficult to save later. It ’s important to note that even if you fall, you must come to the hospital to check everything. You can rest assured that you are doing well. "
Xiao Yuanmu breathed a little sigh of relief, and the doctor continued: "The elderly are not good at surgery because they are too old. I recommend conservative treatment. What do you think?"
"can."
The doctor glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and saw that he was calm and well-dressed, and knew that he should not be the owner who lacks money, so he laughed: "Okay, there is no big deal for the elderly when they are admitted to the hospital. You go downstairs to charge Just do it. "
Leaving the doctor's office, Xiao Yuanmu went directly to the payment hall, halfway to the point, he paused slightly, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
When Song Yuanhe received a call from Xiao Yuanmu, the score with Wei Chen was exactly 5 to 4. Soon after he and Xiao Shenglin came out, Zhou Nan Weichen followed them, scattered for a while, Zhou Nan As far as the group proposal was concerned, the ten games were decided. At this time it happened that he was against Weichen.
"I answer the phone."
Seeing the caller ID, Song Yehe was a bit surprised. After learning from the system what was going on, he dropped the bowling ball in his hand.
Wei Chen glanced at Song Ye and his slightly frowned eyebrows and said lightly, "I'll wait for you to finish."
A few people who watched the battle, Song Yonghe walked to the outside garden. At this time, the call was hung up, and he called back.
Song Yunhe: "What's up?"
"The director of the orphanage has an accident. Can you lend me some money?" Xiao Yuanmu looked down and repeated what he said in the previous life: "I will return it to you immediately."
Song Zhenghe watched the moths swaying on the street lamp for a while, and then said the words lightly, "What do you use?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes lightened, and he remembered what he thought at the time of the last life.
At that time, Song Yunhe also remained silent for a long time. In his silent gap, he thought a lot.
He thought that if Song Yehe would help him this time, then he would give up the attack on the Song family. He also thought that as long as Song Yehe was willing to lend money to him so that the old dean could have surgery, then he could forget his previous presence. Song Yan and all the insults he has suffered.
However, Song Yunhe did not agree, as it is now.
Xiao Yuanmu's lips evoked a sneer, but his tone was softer: "What do you want?"
Song Xihe heard the same lines as in the book, kicked the bench next to the flower bed, and squinted at the corner: "I can't afford what I want."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes. Within the sight range were the cold-colored lights of the hospital, and the doctors who came and went wearing white robes. His face was cold: "You don't say, how do you know I can't afford it?"
"You are a poor boy with no parents, nothing besides a face." Song Yanhe sat down on the bench, staring at the colorful and dark shades covered by the night, faintly said: "And your face I'm almost tired, what else can you do with me, and I have something, don't disturb me. "
Song Yehe hung up the phone, put the phone on the bench, stretched his leg against the back of the chair, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.
[This plot should not have happened at this time, it should take some time. ] The system glanced at Song Xihe's expression, and his tone was a little cautious: [But the lines match, the plot is overdone. 】
[God plot. Song Yunhe put down his hand covering his eyes, and said lightly: [Go back early and walk early. 】
The system froze and fell silent.
Song Yanhe sat for a long time before picking up the phone on the side and dialing: "Assistant Zhang, call two million tomorrow to the Qingshi Welfare Institute."
Assistant Zhang on the other side of the phone froze, thinking of Song Yong and Xiao Yuanmu's relationship, and quickly replied: "Okay, if it is an urgent payment, I can call it today."
"No." Song Yan and Dandan said: "Tomorrow will be called after ten o'clock in the morning, don't take too long, and don't use my name, just make up a wealthy merchant who is not in this city."
Zhang Chao was puzzled, but didn't ask more questions, and promised: "Okay, you can rest assured."
Song Yehe looked at the screen of the cell phone that was gone, got up and went in, but just stood up, and saw a person standing under a tree not far away.
"Naughty."
"Who were you calling just now?" Guan Zhi came over and asked curiously.
Song Yong and frowned slightly: "It's none of your business."
"Are you calling someone to call you the first person to call you?"
"I said it's not about you." Song Yan and Ben were in a bad mood, and his tone was dry: "Let it go."
"Since you are going to make money for that person, why don't you call him directly?" Guan Zhi didn't move, looked at him stubbornly, and seemed to give up without answer.
Song Yan and his brows frowned, and his voice chilled: "I don't want to say a second time, let it go."
"I don't want you to treat me?" Guan Zhi held his chest with both hands and looked at him with his chin in his eyes, with a little nervousness and injury in his eyes.
Song Yan and his outstretched hand gathered a little force, pushed him aside, and walked straight ahead.
Zhou Nan was still playing. Seeing Song Yan and calm face came over, he and Xiao Shenglin looked at each other and did not speak.
Rather, the young man who sat with Guan Zhi asked: "Song, what happened?"
Wei Chen turned his head and looked at him, and then he looked at his face and said, "You can go back first if you have something."
Song Yonghe shook her head, picked up a bowling ball and went to the other side, playing with her own self-care.
Several people looked at each other, Zhou Nan frowned: "I still see Song Er for the first time."
Xiao Shenglin was also a bit worried. When he was about to speak, he saw Guan Zhi come in. His face was almost the same as Song Yunhe's, and he walked in the direction of Song Yunhe with a baby fat face.
A few people froze and quickly followed.
"I'm here to compare with you." Guan Zhi walked to Song Yanhe, sullenly.
Song Yanhe gave him a faint glance, without speaking.
Guan Zhi pursed his lips tightly. He was not good at bowling. He didn't play very much just now. When he dropped the ball, he fell two and hung on the screen.
He said: "If I lose ten times, you won't be angry, how about it?"
Song Yi and Yi Yi stood up and looked at Guan Zhi.
He held the bowling ball aside, his eyes dodging, and he kept his voice down and said awkwardly, "I didn't mean to listen to your , sorry."
"I'm not mad at you." Song Yan shook his head, his tone softened: "You don't need to apologize."
"You lose me ten times, and you accept my apology." Guan Zhi raised his eyes and met his gaze.
Song Yan was calm, and his tone had returned to the usual looseness: "You did nothing wrong, and I apologize if you want to apologize."
"Then I'll ask you for dinner later, will you promise me?"
Song Yi and Yi Yi suddenly thought of the reason Guan Zhi liked Xiao Yuanmu, and he nodded and promised, "Yes."
After hearing their conversation, the several people who followed me were stunned. Although they didn't understand the situation, they were surprised to see Guan Zhi's apology, especially Wei Chen, probably the tradition of Guan family, from small to large. His mother was still him, or he was childish, and he had never acknowledged the fine virtue of apologizing.
His mother was because his dad spoiled her, and he was because he had never done anything he felt really apologized. As for the childishness, his status was destined not to need him to apologize.
For the first time he and Guan Zhi apologized, they all seemed to be given to Song Yihe.
Wei Chen narrowed his eyes, slightly twirled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Song Xihe with a hint of scrutiny. 2k novel reading network