It seems that nothing has happened.

Whether it is Shiyang Street or Xinyan Street, everything is as dull as ever.

People from the sidelines are still busy with their business, while people from the clan are still practicing hard.

But it is unknown whether this peace is the silence before the storm comes.

Yang Song seemed to have become a different person.

Every boy who has loved a girl deeply will always have a second rebirth after suffering serious emotional injuries.

An excellent woman can accompany that man to grow up.

A dirty scumbag will make the man work hard after leaving that man.

Yang Song is obviously the latter.

He began to focus on his practice.

Started to do business in Shiyang Street seriously.

Every day, I travel back and forth between hotels and restaurants on Shiyang Street, busy with business matters; at night, I start practicing seriously, and want to forget everything in the past by sweating.

Yang Haofeng was undoubtedly relieved to see all this.

It is obviously worthwhile for a woman's death to be exchanged for her son's efforts to make progress.

But Yang Haofeng didn't know what kind of trouble was hidden behind Zhou Zi's death.

Yang Song concealed many things from him.

Yang Haofeng likes his son who is working hard to make progress more and more.

Every night, as a street owner, Yang Haofeng even prepares meals for his son himself. However, Yang Song dislikes him and will not eat a bite.

But Yang Haofeng is really spoiling this son more and more.

If you have a son who is working hard, why worry about the success of Yangjie?

At the same time, Yang Song trusted Qin Mo more and more.

Since Qin Mo exposed Zhou Zi, Yang Song has become distrustful of everyone, but his trust in Qin Mo has become deeper and deeper.

This is understandable.

In that case, he could tell Yang Song everything without reservation.

That feeling was like everyone was hiding it from him, but Qin Mo had no reservations about him.

Qin Mo, he became Yang Song's confidant.

Gradually, in Yang Song's mind, Qin Mo was more reliable than Yang Tong.

Yang Song gradually handed over some things to Qin Mo for handling, no longer sticking to let Qin Mo be his servant.

A week later, at night.

Yang Song leaned against Qin Mo's Bugatti passenger seat and rubbed his sleepy head tiredly.

Qin Mo drove back to Yang's house.

Today, Yang Song was busy with the Yang family's business for another day and prepared every hotel and restaurant. He returned to the Yang family in the evening.

"I won't go back now."

When the car arrived at the door of the Yang family, Yang Song suddenly asked Qin Mo to stop.

"Go and see her."

Yang Song said lightly.

Without Yang Song's explanation, Qin Mo also understood the meaning of Yang Song's words.

The car quickly drove out of Tianyin City, arrived in the wilderness, and arrived in front of Zhou Zi's grave.

The grave pile is very simple, but after Qin Mo's simple filling, there is not even a tombstone.

Yang Song walked out of the car, looked at the grave quietly, and fell into deep thought.

When a person gives you all the memories of happiness and pain when you are not yet mature or young, then this person will be really hard to forget.

It's not that I still love her.

Instead, she will always occupy a place in your life.

It was this person who made Yang Song grow up.

A thunder suddenly sounded in the sky at night.

The first spring rain of this year suddenly fell from the sky, silently.

The rain fell on the graves and fell on Yang Song's body, and also washed the Bugatti car body that had not been cleaned for a long time.

And... it also blurred the shadow of the convoy coming from afar.

The bright headlights still illuminate the wilderness under the hazy rain.

More than a dozen black cars surrounded this small grave and Yang Song.

The black umbrellas were opened, and men in black suits walked out of the car. A middle-aged man with a white umbrella came down from the BMW in the lead.

This middle-aged man, Yang Song, has met countless times.

The head of the Li family on Xinyan Street next door, when he was a child, he even gave Yang Songtang to eat.

Yang Song raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was not surprised by the arrival of these people, but looked at Qin Mo in Bugatti's car.

Qin Mo showed a terrified expression, and he shook his head tremblingly.

The expressions of the two of them were a silent conversation.

"You leaked secret?"

"No, not, I don't know."

This is probably what it means.

Yang Song sighed softly and smiled bitterly.

It’s not that he has fully trusted Qin Mo, but that Li Tai’s death has gradually spread some rumors. This may have nothing to do with Qin Mo’s complaints.

Under the spring rain night, dozens of people from the Li family surrounded them.

Of course, people's attention is all about Yang Song, and they do not pay attention to small characters like Qin Mo in the Che.

"Did you kill my son?"

Li Jiucheng had a gloomy face and spoke very directly.

There is no need for Yang Song to hide it anymore. Since the Li family dares to block him, they must have had enough evidence.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Yang Song said lightly.

This apology is like accidentally killing a dog from the Li family. Although it made a mistake, it didn't seem to be a serious mistake.

Li Jiucheng's angry expression gradually became distorted.

"Yang Song, is this your attitude?"

Yang Song smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows, "Uncle Li, what else do you want to do now?"

Although he was a little scared now, he was sure that Li Jiucheng would not dare to kill him.

I was so confident and fearless just now.

"I'm going to take your life!"

Li Jiucheng threw away the umbrella in his hand, and his figure formed a ghost and rushed towards Yang Song.

He kicked Yang Song's chest hard, and Yang Song's thin figure flew back ten meters away, hitting hard on the tomb pile behind him, directly blasting Zhou Zi's tomb pile out a human-shaped pit.

Yang Song wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to stand up, he was suddenly kicked to the ground by Li Jiucheng.

Boom! A pool of rain splashed on the ground, Yang Song let out a painful roar, and bright red blood spurted out from the corners of his mouth.

Qin Mo sat in the car and watched quietly.

He turned on the dash cam, aimed at the direction of the two, and smiled faintly like a bystander, staring at the wonderful scene in front of him.

"I will endure it even if the God family is pressed on my Li family!"

"You Yang Song, a young man from the Yang family, I am on an equal footing with your father. How dare you kill my son? You are so bold!"

"If I don't teach you some lessons today, how can my Li family survive in the surrounding streets from now on!"

Li Jiucheng shouted angrily, grabbed Yang Song's hair and hit the grave hard.

"Although my Li family is a small family, it is not something that your eldest son of the Yang family can insult you!"

Li Jiucheng was extremely angry.
To be continued...