Song Haoyu asked, "Can't you still make the decision on Zheng's matters?"
Zheng Huihua rubbed his eyebrows and said, "The Zheng family still has the right to speak with the elders, I can't fully make the decision yet."
"What's the matter? Those old guys are already old, and it's time to give up the stage." Song Haoyu said matter-of-factly.
Zheng Huihua rolled his eyes at him, "You have a lot of old people in your family, so are you so confident that you can take all the power of the Song family into your hands?"
Is the transition of power that easy?
Especially when these old guys have enjoyed the benefits that power has brought them for so many years, how can they hand over power so willingly?
Song Haoyu said casually: "What's so difficult about this? They are already old. They are no longer capable or courageous enough to continue to lead the company forward."
Fu Zhuochen picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, an unknown light flashed across his eyes.
Putting down the tea cup, he asked him quietly: "Now you have mastered all the power of the Song family?"
Song Haoyu took a sip of red wine, showing a bit of embarrassment, but his eyes were flashing with ambition, "There is still a little distance to master all the power, but at least most of the power is already in my hands, so I want to sponsor
No one dares to say no to this project."
After saying that, Song Haoyu glanced at Zheng Huihua, with a bit of pride and even provocation in his eyes.
Zheng Huihua felt a little depressed and drank two glasses of red wine in a row.
Qiao Simu took in the expressions of the two of them and asked Song Haoyu quietly: "Where is your boyfriend?"
As soon as these words came out, the pride on Song Haoyu's face instantly froze, and the hand holding the chopsticks became a little stronger, and the joints turned white for a while.
Seeing Fu Zhuochen next to him still thoughtfully putting her favorite dishes into Qiao Simu's bowl, he took a deep breath.
Qiao Simu is now Fu Zhuochen's favorite. If he wants to take over the remaining power of the Song family and wants the Song family to develop further, then Fu Zhuochen must hold on tightly to the big tree, and Qiao Simu can't
offend.
Song Haoyu suppressed his displeasure and said to her: "I have nothing to do with him now. I was sorry for Yutong about what happened before. Please help me say sorry to her. If possible, I hope we can still be friends when we meet again."
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"No, Yutong's friends would rather be friends. If you really feel sorry for her, then don't get close to her. If you see her in the future, take a detour and don't disturb her purity." Qiao Simu choked directly.
If she could, she could not wait to kill Song Haoyu, a scumbag!
He was obviously gay, but he still wanted to harm Li Yutong. After being exposed, he still delayed in canceling the engagement. He even thought about disgusting Li Yutong and taking revenge on her!
Now that the engagement has finally been called off, do you still want to stick to her to make your presence felt?
dream!!
Apart from Li Yutong's matter, what also made her angry was his scheme against Fu Zhuochen.
Fu Zhuochen regarded him as a friend, but in the end he wanted to kill him!
Such friends are more terrifying than apparent enemies.
Song Haoyu was burning with anger, but he was worried that Fu Zhuochen wouldn't get angry.
Then he took a deep breath, held back his anger, and said to Qiao Simu as calmly as possible: "No one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes. I know that what I did was wrong in the past, but I have done everything I should apologize and compensate.
Can you just turn this story around?"
Instead of calming Qiao Simu's anger, these words made her even more angry.
Qiao Simu snorted heavily: "Let me ask you, if I kill the most important person to you, and then say I'm sorry to you and won't kill you again, should you be grateful and shed tears, forgive me, and then let the story go?"
Song Haoyu felt that if he continued talking to Qiao Simu, it would be difficult for him to control his emotions no matter how determined he was.
"A Chen, listen to what she said, and you don't care?" Song Haoyu said with a hint of complaint and dissatisfaction.
Fu Zhuochen glanced at him lightly, "What my wife said is right."
"you……"
Fu Zhuochen ignored him, poured a cup of tea for Qiao Simu thoughtfully, and said, "You have just said so much. You must be thirsty. Drink some water first."
"I don't want tea, I want wine." Qiao Simu said.
The fire in her heart was burning now, and she had to drink some wine to calm it down.
"Pouring wine on the fire will make the fire burn even more fiercely. It's better to drink tea. Drinking tea will clear your mind." As he said this, Fu Zhuochen brought her another vegetable.
Qiao Simu: "..."
He glared at him angrily, but what greeted him was Fu Zhuochen's flattering smile.
Most of the anger in Qiao Simu's heart was successfully extinguished.
Zheng Huihua glanced at Fu Zhuochen and said softly, "No future."
Feeling Fu Zhuochen's death gaze, he immediately lowered his head, sent several flattering emoticons to Cheng Yue, and finally forwarded several 520s.
My wife is the biggest in the world!
In the end, Song Haoyu was the only one sulking in the box.
Hell, who saw everything that happened in the box through the surveillance camera, pursed his thin lips tightly and had an indescribable light in his eyes.
He just wanted to see how Fu Zhuochen treated Sister Mu?
If he dares to do anything bad to Sister Mu, he will definitely kill him!
However, when he saw that he was really nice to Sister Mu, he felt filled with panic.
He is so good to Sister Mu, so of course Sister Mu will be willing to stay by his side, but he... doesn't have this chance.
Hell stood up and left the control room. As for the security guard who was stunned, he was not in the scope of his consideration.
But as soon as he left the monitoring room, he saw a figure flash past at the other end of the corridor.
Hell narrowed his eyes slightly.
It's Shen Mingyue.
Hell chased Shen Mingyue all the way to the back alley.
"What are you doing here?" Hell asked in a cold voice.
Shen Mingyue's eyes were dull, and what he said was very calm: "Kill you."
Two extremely ordinary words, but the amount of information contained in them is so horrifying.
Hell sneered and said, "Wishful thinking!"
Shen Mingyue didn't care what was wishful thinking, she raised her hand and attacked Hell.
Shen Mingyue's fists are strong and her moves are fierce, but she is obviously not yet proficient in the moves, so her use of them is a bit awkward.
Hell's eyes are cold, his hand movements are not weak at all, and all his moves are deadly moves.
But the transformed Shen Mingyue's several weaknesses were well protected.
The knife was stabbed into her heart, but she could only go down an inch, and could not go down any further.
The main artery in her neck was cut, and only a little blood came out.
What did that crazy woman Gu Yaran put into her body?!
One of the purposes of Gu Yaran's creation of Shen Mingyue is to check and balance Hell. It is best to kill him, so in the imported data, there are many responses specifically to Hell's moves.
Twenty minutes later, both of them were already scarred, and Hell felt as if every breath was throbbing with pain, but Shen Mingyue seemed to be tireless, holding the knife in her hand and walking towards Hell expressionlessly.