Song Shaoqing has seemed very depressed these days. First, he has always been proud of the business that he is also valued by his family. He was investigated by suspected national security departments and had to abandon Che Baoshuai to escape. Then he was given face by an actor in a private restaurant...

But this is nothing. The most annoying thing is that he was even beaten by a poor little bastard. This made him, who had always been in a glorious land in Yanjing, how could he bear it?

However, what made him vomit blood the most was that after he returned home this time, he was inexplicably locked up by the old man. It would be fine to put him in a confinement, but he was given a few bodyguards to come to visit the door. How could he feel that freedom is!

However, hard work pays off. After some hard work, he finally found out from his father why he was imprisoned this time.

It turned out that after abandoning the factory, he did not do a good job of cleaning up, which led to the discovery of his identity by those who are interested. Even someone had evidence. However, what was even more terrifying was that this crucial evidence was obtained by the Ye family, which had always been in harmony with the Song family. Using this as a threat, the lion opened his mouth and tore off a large piece of fat meat from the Song family's mouth.

Ancient martial artists, Lin Feng, and Ye family, what does the relationship between these three? Song Shaoqing was lying on the bed in his bedroom, and these terms were tossed and turned in his mind. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. If he didn't figure it out, he always felt like a thorn in his throat and felt uncomfortable all over his body. Thinking of this, Song Shaoqing turned over and jumped off the bed and knocked on the locked door of his room.

Seeing the black-clad bodyguard at the door looking, Song Shaoqing's face flashed with anger. "I want to see grandpa!"

The black-clothed bodyguard did not dare to be careless after hearing this. After all, the young master who was closed was a grandson that the old man valued the most. After learning about Song Shaoqing's wishes, he immediately asked for instructions from the higher authorities. After receiving the reply, the black-clothed bodyguard opened the door respectfully.

The Song family's house is like the old house of the Ye family, and is both old courtyard houses in Yanjing. The courtyard house is carved beams, painted buildings, pavilions and pavilions, and the scenery is very beautiful. After passing through several moon gates that are more than one person tall, Song Shaoqing came to the door of a house.

There is not much decoration in the house, but a few older calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, especially the character "安" hanging in the middle of the house, which is even more eye-catching.

An old man sat in front of the desk in the house. Although he was not young, his waist was still straight. His slightly thin face had big eyes and a sharp and rigid face. He only smiled when he saw his favorite grandson coming in.

With the old man's wisdom, he could see clearly that his grandson had something to worry about at first sight, so he did not ask why he had to come out of confinement.

"Grandpa, do you know that there is a kind of person in this world called Ancient Warrior?" After sitting down in front of the old man, Song Shaoqing asked out his doubts.

When the old man heard this, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He looked at his grandson's eyes and asked, "Yes, this kind of person does exist, but why would you ask like this?"

He was afraid that in order to gather strength for the family, this young grandson has offended some shameful activities outside in recent years in order to offend his family.

Song Shaoqing immediately told the old man a complete and complete conclusion that he guessed in the house in the maze of the city, and after listening to this narrative, the old man fell into deep thought.

Song Shaoqing didn't bother him, and sat opposite him without saying a word, waiting for his grandfather to speak like an old monk entering into a meditation.

The old man pondered for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Fu, what do you think about this?"

The old man's words shocked Song Shaoqing. There were only two people in this house, so who did he say this to?

However, just as he was thinking about it, a short and concise figure had already arrived at him. When he realized what was going on, he couldn't help but exclaim.

This person is a gray-haired old man, but he seems to be well maintained, his face is flushed, and he can't see any aging look. It seems that he feels Song Shaoqing's inquiring gaze, and the old man turns his head and grins at him.

"If it is really as the young master said, a person can escape the explosion of landmines in such a short time and use three stones to blow the Tibetan mastiff's head. The only possibility is that this person is an ancient martial artist."

When Fu Bo mentioned the word ancient martial artist, the expression on his face became obviously unnatural.

"Shaoqing, as you can see, Uncle Fu is an ancient martial artist. He is just as old as he is unwilling to deal with the disputes in the world. So he stayed in the Song family and protected the safety of the family."

Song Shaoqing was also a clever person. When he heard his grandfather say this, he immediately realized the important surname of Uncle Fu, and quickly jumped up from the chair and asked Uncle Fu to sit down.

"Young Master is so polite, I'd better stand like that. If you have any questions, you can ask me just by asking me. I will definitely speak out and say everything!"

Song Shaoqing quickly refused: "Uncle Fu, don't be polite. You have worked hard and made great contributions over the years and have always protected the Song family. Even with this alone, you can still bear the respect of all the Song family!"

"Haha, Uncle Fu, just sit down. It's rare for the child to be so sensible!" The old man's eyes narrowed unconsciously at this time and said with a smile.

Seeing that the grandfather and grandson insisted, Uncle Fu stopped being pretentious and sat down as he said.

...

At this time, Chen Hao was on the bed and was fighting fiercely with the model with a young face. His phone suddenly rang, which made him feel irritated. Looking at the familiar number on the caller ID, Chen Hao shook his crotch while answering the phone.

Hearing the anxious voice from the opposite side of the microphone, Chen Hao's eyebrows raised again without realizing it, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, this kid is awesome than me!"

While saying that, he also increased the frequency of [***] under him. After he hung up the phone, a high-pitched moan came out of the cherry mouth of the beautiful car model, and his body trembled wildly.

After a while, Chen Hao also let out a long sigh, and then he got up from her body. After putting on his clothes, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number that had just been deposited for not long.

The phone was quickly connected. When Chen Hao heard the powerful voice coming from the opposite side of the phone, he smiled and said:

"Brother, your brother-in-law is really good. Mom is so good! After driving his buddy's car to the Land Bureau to smash the ground. After being recognized as my friend, he didn't make up and slapped the pervert director's old teeth with a slap! Haha, it's so fucking fun! This kid is much awesome than us, why don't we go and see it?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!