Seeing Song Zhien leaning into his chest, Lin Xiaoming was a little confused.
What's the situation?
Didn’t you say you could borrow your shoulders? How did it turn into a chest?
Such a big person can't even tell where the shoulders and chests are?
In rationality, Lin Xiaoming wanted to push her away with his hand and tell her righteously that he was not a casual man.
In fact, he wanted to reach out and hold her. Such a beautiful girl took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, and a fool would push her away!
Just as the gods and men were fighting in his heart, whether to choose to be a scumbag or Liu Xiahui, Song Zhien had already taken the initiative to leave his chest.
Lin Xiaoming felt lost. Didn’t he say he was tired? He would have a rest so soon?
It's okay for me, you can rely on it for a while!
"Xiao Ming!" Song Zhien opened his mouth slowly, "Actually, Uncle San was not wrong. If it weren't for you, I would probably not be able to hold on!"
"There is a man behind every woman!" Lin Xiaoming patted his strong chest, "Don't worry, I will support you! Anytime, anywhere, as long as you need it."
This is a bit unlike a kindergarten car!
Song Zhien shook his head slightly, "Actually, Uncle San’s suggestion is a good choice for you, you can think about it carefully."
Lin Xiaoming was so angry that he was very angry, "Is it against my will to say such words?"
Song Zhien's face was embarrassed, but he still honestly admitted, "It's a bit against his will. Although I hope you stay with me, I also hope you can be better."
"I hope I'm better?" Lin Xiaoming hummed lightly, "If I really choose that, I will pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons. It may even be useless to get a bamboo basket."
Song Zhien asked in confusion, "How do you say this?"
"Come on, I'll do it for you!" Lin Xiaoming pulled his finger and counted it one by one, "I'm your assistant now and my monthly salary is about 200 million yuan. As long as I can last half a year, then
There are at least one billion, right?”
Song Zhien nodded, "Yes!"
Lin Xiaoming asked her, "What if I persisted in the past year, two years, or even three years? How much can I get?"
Song Zhien calculated, "If there are three years, there will be sixty or seven billion!"
"Then I'm going to give billions of money and I'm stupid to ask for his billions? He's not talking about the US dollar. I might really consider it."
Song Zhien was sweating for a while and thought to himself that I really didn’t expect that you were a person who wanted money!
"Also!" Lin Xiaoming raised his finger again, "Now your old man is really dead. Will he be the turn to decide whether to withdraw from the engagement or not? If your old man doesn't agree, can Song Renjie let go?"
Song Zhien nodded, "Yes!"
"Along with that, even if I really agree to him, I may not be able to get the money."
"Um?"
"Do you think he would be so generous and give me a billion? It's just that he wants to support me and make you isolated and helpless. He will first take your position as chairman and then eradicate you!"
Song Zhien couldn't help feeling relieved when he heard that he refused Song Zong in his words, but she couldn't help asking, "Then what decision are you going to do now?"
Lin Xiaoming came over and said this in her ear.
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the next day.
Lin Xiaoming woke up and found that Bi Jun had returned.
The police force protecting Song Zhien was obviously twice as high as last night. I couldn't help but secretly praise this woman for keeping her word, and it turned out to be one for one.
In fact, he didn't know that today was the real funeral. Song Jinde's close friends and friends during his lifetime would send people to mourn.
The number of people is not ordinary. In order to avoid the recurrence of yesterday's assassination, Bi Jun had to ask his superiors to send more police forces. Therefore, in addition to the more than 30 police forces guarding here, there are also many police forces outside the Song family maintaining order.
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Song Zhien returned to the mourning hall and continued to kneel in the filial son's mat. Song Renjie, who was slid in the wheelchair, was also next to him, and behind him were Song Jinlong, Song Zong, Song Lifan, Song Fan and others.
Song Zong and Lin Xiaoming met, but Song Zong did not look at Lin Xiaoming, and did not even look at him. He still acted as an elder who was welcomed and sent, and brought the guests in and introduced them to Song Zhien, asking her to follow the rules to the guests.
Funeral ceremony.
I was busy until almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and finally no customers came to my house again.
Song Zhien knelt down and bowed, cried all day long, exhausted, and prepared to go back to the small courtyard of the West Building to rest.
When Lin Xiaoming was about to leave the mourning hall with Song Zhien, he couldn't help but look at Song Zong, thinking if this guy had amnesia in old age.
Didn’t you agree to buy me?
It's been all day long, why don't you ask me how I'm thinking?
I forgot after sleeping? Or did I change my mind?
Although Lin Xiaoming was puzzled, he did not take the initiative to find Song Zong and accompanied Song Zhien to leave with Zhaomei.
After that, until late at night, Lin Xiaoming was about to go to bed, and then he received a message from Song Zong: I am in the mourning hall and come and talk!
Lin Xiaoming couldn't help but complain to himself when he saw the information, "The Song family is so big, it's hard to talk about in any place, but he just wants to run to the gloomy mourning hall. What kind of hobbies are you?"
Zhao Mei asked, "Brother, is that old guy finally going to see you?"
Lin Xiaoming nodded and showed her the information.
After Zhao Mei glanced at her, "I'll go with you!"
Lin Xiaoming shook his head, "No, you stay here and protect Zhirong!"
Zhao Mei was helpless, "You must be careful, that old guy is not a good person!"
Lin Xiaoming nodded slightly and walked out.
Bi Jun, who was guarding a group of subordinates outside, couldn't help but shout, "It's midnight, where are you going to sneak up on the sneaky dog?"
Lin Xiaoming sweated for a while, "Asir, you can't be polite when you speak. I made you a great contribution last night!"
Bi Jun wanted to ask him about this all day, but there were too many people coming, all three worlds and all kinds of people, and in order not to make a mistake, she had to wake up and be alert and never took time to ask him.
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He raised it now, and she immediately asked, "Why are those people there? Who dug the pit? Who wants to bury them alive? How do you know they are there?"
Lin Xiaoming asked back, "Is it a great achievement for you to catch them?"
Among the fourteen people, at least ten had a criminal record, four were wanted criminals, and they were all from the Blood Sect. It was of course a great achievement for Bi Jun to catch them, so she nodded!
Lin Xiaoming hummed lightly, "Just make contributions, why do you care about so many details?"
"But……"
Lin Xiaoming interrupted her and asked, "Do you still want to pick up a dead chicken next time?"
Bi Jun finally couldn't speak out.
"I'll go to the mourning hall!" Lin Xiaoming pointed to the main building in the distance, "Please keep this place well and don't let anyone in until I come back!"
Bi Jun nodded subconsciously and agreed, but after agreeing, he felt something was wrong.
Who are you, what qualifications do you have to order me?
However, when she came to her senses, Lin Xiaoming had already walked away.
The Song family mansion is really big. Lin Xiaoming walked for several minutes from the west building to the main building!
When they arrived at the mourning hall, Lin Xiaoming found that it was like last night. Song Zong was silently sitting there alone, with quiet surroundings and no ghost shadows.
But it just seems that the fact is not as true as last night. The keen Lin Xiaoming felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the mourning hall. In addition to being gloomy, there was also a strong sense of murderous aura.
I quietly used my internal energy and calmly exhaled my mind and found that there was a sound of breathing behind the screens and curtains around the mourning hall.
There is an ambush!
There are at least a dozen people who can distinguish them from the sound of breathing and should be quite good at it.
After Lin Xiaoming ate the wild fruit, his martial arts are different now. Even if the other party is as skilled as the Five Astro Master, he is confident... to escape from their siege.
What he was afraid of was that the other party was not moral and used a gun directly.
If that's the case, it would be useless not to mention that he knows martial arts, even if he can fly and escape from the sky.
Lin Xiaoming quietly looked at the golden nanmu screen on the side from the corner of his eyes, and found that there were really a few black muzzles in the sky where the carved dragon carved the wind!
I'm going, I really don't have any moral integrity!
Lin Xiaoming realized that he was in an ambush and was so nervous that his palms were sweating coldly. However, even so, he was still calm and composed with extraordinary psychological quality. "Director Song, we met again."
When Song Zong saw Lin Xiaoming, he didn't beat around the bush and asked straightforwardly, "Assistant Lin, how are you thinking?"
Lin Xiaoming didn't say anything, just said, "I agree!"