The smell of sharpening the knife

When Song Zhiyuan was assassinated, Old Master Song didn't know where to visit friends and the flowers and birds that were admiring him. He didn't suffer any serious injuries, so he didn't send a message, so as not to worry about the old man.

In fact, it’s just like that when I know it, the boss has experienced many assassinations of all sizes over the years he has been an official, and Old Master Song has also gotten used to it.

But he felt a little confused when he heard Song Ci's words. Why did the assassin and the skinny horse have something to do with each other?

Seeing that the other party was confused and unable to turn, Song Ci felt a little sad and worthless inexplicably.

Song Bai Bunzi is better off than his youngest son. Song Zhiyu was born in a peaceful era, and when he was born, the Song family had already made a fortune. There is nothing to say, and they will be reincarnated.

As for the old man in front of him, when he was born, the Song family was digging soil in the ground, but he lived smoothly until now, and was extremely comfortable.

In Song Ci's words, this old man has never suffered any great hardships.

When he was young, he ate his parents, but his parents lost their parents. Later, when his eldest son became rich, he ate his son and became the noble Mr. Song.

It is precisely this that he developed a bad-thinking nature. To put it bluntly, this person did not think about bad things. What he saw was just peace. In his mind, he was afraid that there was only one way to think about everything in the better direction.

Song Ci didn't know whether this idea was good or bad, but it was a matter of opinion.

As a smart master, the Song family has this status. It is necessary to be more vigilant and cautious, otherwise this mansion would be like a sieve, and all monsters and monsters would penetrate it, and then stab it in the back.

But it's not the old man.

"To be honest, it was because my parents and I spoiled you and protected you so well that we could not see the situation clearly. We lived like a child, and we only lived with our hearts. You were so comfortable." Song Ci's voice was cold: "It's nothing to be comfortable, but don't mess with the family?" I almost died two years ago. You all knew that I had to live to be good to the Song Mansion and to my son. Then why don't you know how many people outside stared at the Song Mansion and wanted to catch our family's handle?"

"Talking about those thin maritimes, what if there is a fine work that will be assassinated when you have a good time with your son? Although the beauty is good, many times, the beauty is as poisonous as a snake or a scorpion, and she enjoys her life."

Old Master Song pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You are so old, you are still so naive. You can see whoever is good. Do you know if they have evil intentions? Their purpose is to simply give you a few beauties to you? You forgot the nature of a businessman who is profit-seeking. Why should you be good to you for nothing? Are you his father or who?" Song Ci said with a cold face: "You have understood it for me. In this world, only your little boys will treat you with nothing and do not seek rewards."

Old Master Song was very shameless without scolding him. He wanted to say something to refute him, but his mind was blank.

"I still say the same thing. The family provides you with food, drink and play at sea. It doesn't matter. All you do is to be more careful in everything and don't be brainless. If you are so willful and confused, I really don't mind keeping you in the house and accompany you in a wheelchair or bed for the rest of your life. Don't believe it. I can do it for the future of your sons and the future of the Song family."

Anyway, it’s not her own husband, so I don’t feel sorry for me when I start to fight.

The inner taste of sharpening the knife.

Old Master Song: "You dare, your parents will kick you out of the ancestral grave after your death!"
Chapter completed!