"elder brother?"
The young man was thinking hard about how to say good words to get Mingzhe to agree, when he heard a voice behind him, he turned around in surprise.
"Are you going to City A next month?"
"Yes, I happen to have nothing to do next month. 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 young man with his own hands, and he knew from his tone that he wanted to agree, so he reprimanded him coldly without even thinking about it.
He Qing hadn't been trained by him in this tone before, even yesterday he coaxed Mingzhe well after he did something wrong, so he was a little dazed at the moment.
"uncle?"
Hearing that there was a little grievance hidden in this soft tone, Mingzhe realized that his emotions were too wrong.
Even if Song Chuanjin interrupted to make him dissatisfied, there shouldn't be so much anger in his heart.
The man grasped the phone with force and calmed down, "Give the phone to Song Chuanjin."
He Qing was a little reluctant. Although he didn't know what Mingzhe was going to say, he instinctively didn't want to hand it over.
Seeing that there was no response over there, Mingzhe became even more annoyed, and his voice sank, "Give it to him."
"oh… "
The young man answered in a muffled voice, and reluctantly handed the phone to Song Chuanjin, "Brother, uncle is looking for you."
Song Chuanjin had a look of joy in his eyes, and quickly took it over, saying respectfully, "Uncle Ming, I'm sorry to bother you."
The man's deep and magnetic voice came from the phone, He Qing couldn't hear what was being said, so he could only watch helplessly, hoping that Mingzhe would agree to let his brother take him out to play.
He wanted to hear something from Song Chuanjin's answer, but his words could only be yes, or some words that He Qing couldn't understand, so he had to stand by and observe his expression sullenly.
When Song Chuanjin hung up the phone with a relaxed expression, the boy's eyes lit up.
My brother is so happy, it must be because my uncle agreed, right
"Brother, did uncle agree?"
As soon as Song Chuanjin breathed a sigh of relief, a soft and expectant voice sounded beside him. He paused, and then remembered that he originally wanted to take He Qing to City A.
It's just that when Mingzhe asked a question just now, he only cared about answering with all his heart, and didn't remember it at all.
Seeing the pretty boy with bright eyes and looking forward to it, Song Chuanjin gently smiled and touched his little head, "Just now Uncle Ming told me to go to his company for an internship for a while, so we can decide next month OK?"
Wasn't it a matter of discussing celebrating his birthday with him...
The expression on He Qing's face was visibly depressed, but he still answered obediently, "It's okay, there's still a month left anyway..."
The young man couldn't hide the emotion on his face at all, and he could tell if he was unhappy at a glance. Seeing his disappointed look, Song Chuanjin softened his heart, and promised, "Don't worry, even if I don't have time, I will take care of you." Make time to accompany Ah Qing."
"Really!" He Qing suddenly became happy, he smiled sweetly, and said happily with his little face up, "Brother, you are so kind!"
It's been two years since we saw each other, but his attitude is still so natural, as if the two have been together all the time.
Song Chuanjin has experienced too many things in these years, and the original innocence of hard work has also been stained black, but He Qing is still the same as before, a blank sheet of paper.
His heart was complicated, and he felt that this was very good. He touched the young man's soft face, and the tenderness in his eyes became more real.
"It's not bad for Ah Qing to go on like this."
"Ah?" The young man looked at him in confusion, then looked down at himself, "What do I look like?"
"That's how pretty he looks." Seeing his ignorant and unrepentant appearance, Song Chuanjin smiled in relief and withdrew his hand.
Since it is impossible, those thoughts should be cut off.
What he has to do now is to protect his own interests and ensure that what originally belonged to him will not be taken away.
Thinking of the ten-year-old brother at home, Song Chuanjin's eyes became a little disturbed. A child is nothing at all, but there is still a stepmother who doesn't have much scheming and is still messed up.
Speaking of which, the ten-year-old Song Chuanyu is the real cousin of the well-behaved boy in front of him, but why is there such a big gap between the two.
He had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't show them on his face. Like a good brother, he accompanied the young man to read the book all afternoon, and didn't leave until it was almost time for dinner.
Abandoning the reluctant gaze of the young man behind him, Song Chuanjin drove home wearily.
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, so he has to tell Father Song about it.
"I don't allow it!" Song Chuanjin's father's reaction was as expected, he still responded with a gentle voice and a calm voice.
"I've discussed it with Uncle Ming, and I can go to work directly tomorrow."
"I said I don't allow it!"
Father Song was furious with his attitude, "The family obviously has a company, but why did you go to Ming's house? It's so ugly to say it!"
ugly? Sure enough, it was still for face.
There was a bit of sarcasm in Song Chuanjin's eyes, and he answered without much respect in his tone, "What's the use of having a company at home? I am your son, but when I go to the company, I have to start from the bottom. Since we are all working at the bottom, Why don't you go to Uncle Ming's place? At least there won't be anything like my achievements being erased."
"What do you mean by that, ah, what do you mean by that!"
Aunt He was quietly pouring water, but when she heard what her stepson said, her hands immediately trembled. She became flustered and quickly reached out to support Father Song.
"Husband, don't talk about it. Chuanjin was smart since she was a child, and she skipped grades. Now she graduated from a famous university. In our company, she is indeed inferior."
"It's good to go to Ming's house. There is a cousin Ah Qing in Ming's house, and Mr. Ming will take care of him to some extent."
On the surface, she was speaking for Song Chuanjin, but in fact, she was saying that he disliked her family's small company. This method was not worth mentioning, but Song's father could listen to it every time, and now he was even more irritable.
"Smart is also born by me! All these years of school money is also paid by me. Now that I have grown up and my wings are hard, I want to go to Ming's house? Dreaming!"
"Husband, don't be angry, don't be angry, you will get angry again later, drink some tea, Chuanjin, apologize to your father quickly."
The familiar tone, the familiar template, and the expression on Song Chuanjin's face have not changed, but the sarcasm in his eyes is getting more and more.
How could his father not know that the woman was just pretending to be deaf and dumb when he was stumbling behind his back.
In the past, he naively thought that his father would understand as long as he presented the evidence, but now
"I'm just here to tell you, if you don't accept it, I can't help it."
Song Chuanjin turned around and left with cold eyes, pretending not to hear Father Song's roar behind him.
He really didn't understand what Song's father was thinking, a son who had grown up and could take over the company, and a toddler who was only ten years old and only wanted to eat, drink and have fun every day.
Even if you hurt the youngest son, you won't be able to kill him all, right
He even sometimes wondered if he was his own.
With a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, Song Chuanjin opened the door and walked out. As soon as he went out, Song Chuanyu, who was full of fat, bumped into him.
"Why did you hit me!"
Before Song Chuanjin could speak, Song Chuanyu spoke first.
Looking at the half brother coldly, Song Chuanjin stretched out a finger and slowly pushed him away.
"Step aside."
Anyway, he has made up his mind to leave the Song family, so there is no need for him to pretend to be a good brother.
Song Chuanyu stared at the tall young man with wide eyes, "Apologize to me quickly!"
Really stupid.
Bunch of brains.
Song Chuanjin didn't intend to talk to him anymore, and just ignored the short and fat boy and walked forward.
Song Chuanyu yelled at him angrily, "Don't be complacent! When I grow up and the little fool inherits the company, my father will make me Ming... um..."
Aunt He rushed forward and covered the boy's mouth, and smiled stiffly at Song Chuanjin, "Chuanjin, don't take your brother's ignorant talk..."
Little fool, inherit the company...
Song Chuanjin stood upright, with a flash of light in his eyes, he fixed his eyes on the woman.
After a few seconds, he showed a gentle smile and nodded slowly, "Then Auntie, I'll be leaving first."
After finishing speaking, the young man turned and left, but his eyes were dark as if there was nothing.
It seems that there is something about Ah Qing that he doesn't know about
—
The boy had eaten his fill and was lying comfortably on the sofa when he received a call from Aunt He. He took a careful look at the man who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, and called out cautiously.
"Auntie..."
"Hey, Ah Qing, my aunt bought you a suit of clothes last time I went shopping, I'll get them for you when I come out tomorrow."
He Qing looked at the man hesitantly, "But uncle won't let me go out..."
"Then it's okay for my aunt to come to you..."
The young man was silent, but Mingzhe once said that Aunt He was not allowed to come to Ming's house.
Mingzhe seemed to be reading the newspaper, but in fact, he kept his eyes on the boy from the corner of his eye. Seeing his white and tender face wrinkled, distressed and hesitant, a smile flashed across his eyes.
"what happened?"