Hearing Mr. Song's explanation, Yu Bo nodded heavily without hesitation: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely remember what you told me!"
Only then did Mr. Song feel relieved. Then he waved his hands feebly and said, "Old Yu, I'm a little tired. You go ahead and do your work. I'll rest for a while."
Uncle Yu said nervously: "Master, why don't you go to the bedroom to rest, and I'll keep watch in the living room outside, otherwise I'm really worried..."
Mr. Song gave a wry smile and asked him: "Are you afraid that you won't be in front of me when they drug me?"
"Yes..." Uncle Yu's eyes turned red, and he said extremely seriously: "Sir, Master Ye is indeed very powerful, but I'm really afraid that something like this might happen..."
Mr. Song smiled calmly and said: "Don't worry, since some things are beyond your control, you must feel free and bold to hand it over to someone more capable, and then trust that person wholeheartedly."
As he said that, Mr. Song added: "It's like you just started skydiving. Before you accumulate enough skydives, you have to be led by an instructor to skydive. Every time you jump from the plane, you don't control your fate.
It is in your own hands, but in the hands of the coach behind you. What you have to do at this time is to hand your life over to him boldly and let professional people do professional things."
Uncle Yu knew that the professional person he was talking about was Master Ye Chenye, so he nodded slightly and said: "Master, I will do as you say."
Mr. Song hummed, then nodded slightly, and said: "After you go out, do whatever you should do. If I don't call you, or if there is nothing important, don't come to me."
Uncle Yu hurriedly said: "Okay, sir, you can rest for a while, I'm going out!"
Mr. Song waved his hand and sighed softly: "Hey... go ahead!"
After Uncle Yu left, Mr. Song had been in front of the monitor, observing his son who had been raising him for fifty years.
The more he watched, the stranger the man in the video seemed to him.
In the video, Song Tianming repeatedly played with a potion in his hand. His expression at this time did not show any hesitation, but only obvious excitement and uncontrollability.
Mr. Song was filled with despair, and he became increasingly certain that his son had almost no attachment or kindness to him.
An hour later, Song Tianming, who had long been unable to hold himself back, began to become unable to sit still.
He didn't want to wait any longer, so he got up and went to the kitchen.
Following his instructions, the chef has already stewed the rock sugar bird's nest over a slow fire.
As soon as Song Tianming arrived, he asked: "Is the bird's nest prepared for the master ready to be stewed?"
The chef said hurriedly: "Go back to the young master, we have to wait ten minutes."
Song Tianming waved his hand: "No wait, the old man is hungry and needs something to eat to replenish his strength. Just serve me a bowl and I will deliver it to the old man myself."
The chef did not dare to disobey, so he quickly took out a bowl, carefully put it on the tray, and said to Song Tianming: "Young Master, the bowl is very hot, please be careful."
Song Tianming hummed, then returned to his room with the tray in hand.
After returning to the room, he took out the medicine he had prepared and added all of the medicine into the bird's nest that night.
When Mr. Song saw this scene, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He was the only one in the study at this time, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Tian Ming, the fifty-year relationship between father and son between you and me has been severed from today! All the things in the past are like passing clouds from today. You have blown them away.
, it’s completely broken up!”
Then, he stood up, turned off the monitoring system, and restored the study to its original state.
Then he completely deleted the software that authorized the internal monitoring system from his mobile phone.
From now on, he was ready to follow Ye Chen's words and follow his plan.
Therefore, after Song Tianming drugged himself, before Ye Chen came back, he became an Alzheimer's patient.
Alzheimer's patients don't know how to use mobile phones, so they can't even touch their mobile phones during this period.
Therefore, just in case, it will be more stable to delete the software directly.
Later, Mr. Song found the rejuvenation pill, scraped off a layer from it, soaked it in water and drank it.
Immediately afterwards, he returned to his bed and lay down.
At this moment, the visual screen at the bedside suddenly lit up, and Song Tianming appeared on the screen, followed by a pleasant ringtone of "Turkish March".
This is the doorbell of Mr. Song's room.
Because his own suite was too big, he couldn't hear anyone knocking on the door when he was in the bedroom or study, so he pressed a video doorbell like this.
Seeing his eldest son carrying the drugged bird's nest outside his room, Mr. Song sighed softly and pressed the answer button: "Tian Ming, are you okay?"
Song Tianming hurriedly said to the camera: "Dad, are you still sleeping?"
Mr. Song deliberately made his voice a little tired and said: "I was woken up by you just after I fell asleep. Why are you so anxious?"
Song Tianming said hurriedly: Dad, seeing that you were looking tired just now, I asked the chef to stew a bowl of rock sugar bird's nest for you. I wanted you to drink it while it was hot to replenish your strength and restore your vitality."
Mr. Song hummed and said, "If you are interested, come in."
After that, he pressed the door button.
When Song Tianming heard the door click, he knew the door lock had been unlocked, so he pushed the door open and entered the room, passed through the living room and came to the bedroom.
He walked up to Mr. Song's bed and asked with concern: "Dad, how are you resting?"
Mr. Song said absently: "It's not bad, I just squinted for a while."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to ask: "How is Wanting? Is there any news from Japan?"
Song Tianming shook his head and said with a somewhat painful expression: "Dad, there is no valuable news from Japan yet. I am also continuing to communicate with Honor. At the same time, I have asked him to give treatment to the Japanese Police Department.
Don’t worry, I’ll let you know as soon as I have any specific clues.”
Mr. Song nodded and sighed: "I feel more relieved when you come back."
Song Tianming smiled slightly and said respectfully: "Dad, rock sugar bird's nest is very good for replenishing qi and blood. You can drink it now while it's hot!"
A trace of sadness flashed in Mr. Song's eyes.
In the end, his son will still take action against him.
So, he sat up without hesitation and said to Song Tianming: "Come on, help me sit in the living room for a while, and I'll drink in the living room!"
Song Tianming was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Okay dad! I'll help you to the living room!"
Song Tianming helped the old man to the living room and asked him to sit down on the sofa. He immediately handed over the rock sugar bird's nest and said respectfully: "Dad, drink it while it's hot."
Mr. Song didn't hesitate at all. He nodded and took the bowl of rock sugar bird's nest. He took a sip and praised: "It tastes good. You are so thoughtful!"
Song Tianming didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic and said with a smile: "Dad, why are you being so polite to me? Isn't this what I should do?"
"What should be done?" Mr. Song smiled, and then nodded seriously. He suppressed the sadness deep in his heart and sighed sincerely: "Oh, you are right, it is what should be done, it is indeed what should be done!
I, Song Jimo, have raised a good son! Hahahaha!"
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