"Excuse me, are you the elder brother of Mr. Song?" Liu Boyang asked.huaixiu.bsp; The old man in the car nodded without thinking, "I am."

"Before Mr. Song died, he asked me to bring you two sentences. Now I want to help him bring them to you." Liu Boyang said sincerely.

The old man in the car was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked out of the car, followed closely by eight personal bodyguards and several accompanying persons. He slowly came to Liu Boyang and said, "Say."

"Mr. Song asked me to tell you that he no longer hated you forty years ago." Liu Boyang said.

When the old man heard this, he was horrified. His body couldn't help but tremble, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You...are you telling the truth?"

"Yes!" Liu Boyang nodded, "Furthermore, the last words the old man said when he was dying was that he missed you very much."

The pale old man was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly opened, and he looked at the photo of Mr. Song in the mourning hall in the distance with some disbelief. There were faint tears in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted his expression and looked at Liu Boyang again.

When he saw it, there was already a hint of gratitude on his face, "Young man, thank you!"

"You're welcome, I'm just helping the old man fulfill his unfulfilled wish." Liu Boyang said calmly.

"Yeah." Old Man Bai didn't say anything more. He thought for a while and then said, "Are you the young man who left my brother alone when he died?"

Liu Boyang said: "Yes!"

The old man nodded: "Jia Yao is still young. She was pushed to the stage without much experience. She will trouble you more in the future. I can see that she is very dependent on you, and you have to let her do everything.

Please don't bully her, do you understand?"

Liu Boyang listened blankly. How could his tone sound a bit like an elder's tone of asking their children and grandchildren to fall in love? He couldn't help but said with embarrassment: "Haha, I understand, Jia Yao Bingxue is smart, I will definitely help her take care of the Song family.

.huaixiu.bsp;The old man said "Oh" with a smile, and left the last sentence: "I am quite busy, so I will go back today. If there is something that cannot be solved in the future, remember to give me a call, as long as it does not violate the principle.

Under the circumstances, my old man will definitely help if he can."

As soon as these words came out, all the high-ranking provincial and ministerial officials present were shocked and couldn't help but "hiss..." and "hiss..." and sucked in the cold air!

Call me if anything happens!

Even if he said this to the old man’s face, who would dare to go against War Soul Hall in the future!!

In an instant, the usually arrogant and domineering provincial governors and senior officials all looked at Liu Boyang with a high look: He is a young man. He has a beautiful woman, wealth, and a strong backer all at once. No one will dare to mess with him even if he goes sideways in the future. At the provincial and ministerial level

So what about high-ranking officials? It’s really hard to say who will fawn over whom in the future!

Liu Boyang himself did not know the critical importance of the old man's words. He watched eagerly as he walked back to Dahongqi accompanied by his personal staff. When he got on the bus, the old man accidentally asked the person next to him: "

Why does this young boy look familiar to me?"

"Oh, he is the son of Xiao Liu from the security team..." the person next to him said quickly.

"..."

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After sending Old Man Bai away, Liu Boyang himself was quite confused. He had doubts about the identity of the old man. It is impossible for ordinary people to be qualified to sit on the big red flag of domestic luxury class, and then the respectful attitude of the people next to him would be enough.

It can be seen that the old man's background is definitely unusual. Even the governor can only nod and bow in front of him. It is not difficult to guess that the old man is definitely a high-ranking official at the national level, but who can he be?

On the way back, Liu Boyang and Yang Lin guessed the identity of the old man. To be honest, they rarely read the news and have neither time nor interest, so they know very little about national leaders. "What kind of people do our country have?"

Which big shot has the surname Song? I always feel that the old man is unusual. Is there anyone among the top few?"

Yang Lin said casually: "Except for the Prime Minister, I haven't heard of anyone named Song..."

At this point, the two of them were stunned like a bolt from the blue, stopped suddenly, and looked at each other blankly!

Prime Minister?!

Liu Boyang's heart beat wildly and he said excitedly: "Fuck! I said his aura is completely different from ordinary people, but neither of us recognized anyone? Go back and look at the photos! If he is really the Prime Minister,

We’ll get there later!”

In fact, it's no wonder that the two of them didn't recognize the old man's true identity. They didn't think about it at all just now. Just imagine, on an occasion like today, would you have thought that there would be such a powerful official among Mr. Song's relatives?

Really? That is truly a person who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!

——

"Jia Yao, your uncle is the Prime Minister, why didn't you tell me? It made me completely stupid. Although I have an impression in my mind, I just don't dare to think about it!"

After the funeral, Mr. Song's ashes were buried in the cemetery. All the guests went back one after another. Liu Boyang and others, who had worked hard for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Boyang smiled helplessly and said to Song Jiayao.huaixiu.

bsp; A tired smile appeared on Song Jiayao's slightly pale face: "What's there to say? Although my eldest grandfather looks very similar to my grandfather, they are not real brothers. They have been very close for decades.

Stay away from each other. I only learned about their relationship a few years ago. It seemed that there had been any conflicts between them. I asked my grandfather, but he refused to tell me, and asked me not to mention it casually in the future.

Grandpa, so I don’t know much about the grievances and resentments among the older generation."

The old cat said in confusion: "No? If they are not biological brothers, how could they look so similar?"

Song Jiayao said: "So, I am also puzzled, but grandpa refuses to reveal, what can I do. In fact, I once saw it in grandpa's private collection of old photos. The two of them looked exactly the same when they were young.

We took old photos together, shoulder to shoulder. As for why they separated and didn’t interact with each other for decades, I don’t think anyone knows except the two of them. I have also speculated in private that they are probably the same mother.

He is a biological brother, but in that turbulent era, due to some reasons, he was raised separately by the adults at the time, and that’s how he got to where he is today.”

Liu Boyang sighed and said: "We will not discuss the matters of the older generation. The past is in the past, and it is not for us juniors to criticize. Let's talk about it now, Jia Yao, what are your plans next? What do you want?

Where to stay? Go back to your villa? I know you are timid. Mr. Song has just been buried. Are you not afraid of being alone? "

As mentioned before, the Song family is an extremely large family with complicated relationships. Even the relationship between Song Jiayao's parents and her is not very good. For example, after attending the funeral in the afternoon, the two of them went back to take care of her.

His property was gone, but Song Jiayao was handed over to Liu Boyang with peace of mind.

"A little bit." Song Jiayao puffed out her cheeks slightly and said in a low voice.

"Haha, the old man is your closest relative, what do you have to be afraid of? Besides, aren't there Feng Bo and Jiu Wenlong staying at your house? Don't you dare not sleep at night?" Liu Boyang chuckled.

Song Jiayao pouted and said, "But grandpa is gone, I still feel that home is cold. I'm afraid that I have already been used to the life with grandpa, and suddenly I can't see him, and I won't be able to adapt. Yang... Yang

Qingdi, didn't you promise grandpa that you would take care of me? Are you planning to leave me alone so soon?"

Liu Boyang smiled and said: "But there is nothing I can do. (6) Unless you move to my house, you can't ask me to go to your house. I still have so many wives and brothers."

Song Jiayao's pretty face was slightly red, and she pushed the wheelchair forward: "It's up to you, anyway... I want to be with you, you can't ignore me."

"Do you really want to move into my house?"

"..."

"I already have many wives..."

"..."

"Aren't you afraid that I might do something bad to you?"

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, I'm telling the truth." Liu Boyang looked at Song Jiayao and said with a smile.

Later, Yang Lin and others consciously turned their faces away, pointing at the surrounding scenery, smiling at the corners of their mouths, and deliberately pretending not to look this way.

"You're such a verbose person... I'm not even afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Song Jiayao's pretty face turned red, but she still pretended to be coquettish.
Chapter completed!