The Song Family Old Man

"sit,"

Mr. Song suddenly spoke, full of energy.

"Oh,"

Jing Fei was not polite, so he walked into the living room and found a seat opposite Mr. Song to sit down.

"Drink tea," Mr. Song spoke again, his tone was stiff.

Jing Fei smiled bitterly, but this time he didn't move. There was indeed a cup of tea on the coffee table beside him, but it was not fresh, but leftovers.

The old man of the Song family obviously didn't really want him to drink tea. He paused and suddenly asked, "Listen to me, Jialele, she raised a man outside, you,"

After saying that, he stared at Jing Fei with no smile on his face. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Jing Fei raised his head and looked at him. He felt so painful. He knew that the old man did it on purpose, and Song Lele could never say that, but he couldn't refute it.

"Okay, you don't need to answer this question. I heard Lele say that she is pregnant, it's yours," Mr. Song spoke again, still unbearable.

"no,"

Jing Fei shook his head and finally had to speak.

"No, what do you mean? Do you say that I have other men outside except you?" Mr. Song's face turned gloomy.

"Old man, can we speak normally? You can't scare me. It's really boring." Jing Fei raised his head, showed a helpless expression on his face, and looked at Mr. Song without showing any weakness.

Mr. Song's face changed, he stopped talking, stared at Jing Fei. After two minutes, Mr. Song suddenly laughed "haha", loudly, very unscrupulous, and could definitely scare a group of children in the middle of the night.

After laughing for a long time, Mr. Song finally stopped the laughter and waited for Jing Fei to laugh and scolded: "Boy, you are really brave. You dare to talk to the old man like this in the Song family. You are the first one, so you are not afraid that I will break you." As he said that, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a black pistol from his back.

Even though Jing Fei was brave enough, his heart was shocked. He heard Song Lele say he didn't believe it, but he didn't expect that the old man was really carrying a pistol, and he carried it with him. Jing Fei could tell at a glance that this was definitely a real pistol. As for whether there was a bullet inside, no one knew it.

In short, Mr. Song really took out a pistol.

This is absolutely incredible in China, but Mr. Song is a rare exception. This shows the special status of the Song family in China.

However, Jing Fei still did not retreat, but just grinned: "Old man, hurry up and put it away. Is it interesting to scare people with an empty gun?"

"How do you make sure I'm an empty gun? What if there are bullets inside?" Old Master Song glared at his eyes, and the pistol suddenly raised and pointed it at Jing Fei's head.

Jing Fei sat in place and looked at Mr. Song. It was not that he was really sure that there were no bullets in the other party's gun, but that he was not afraid at all. Even if there were bullets in the pistol, he was absolutely sure that he could dodge before the old man fired.

One second, two seconds

More than ten seconds passed,

Mr. Song suddenly put away his pistol and laughed louder and more unscrupulously. This time it lasted for a long time, making Jing Fei's eardrum buzz. Not only Jing Fei, but the residents of the entire Song family courtyard heard the old man's laughter at this time, with strange expressions, but no one dared to come over to find out what happened.

"You little brat, you are brave enough, I like it, old man," Mr. Song continued to look at Jing Fei without any concealing the appreciation in his eyes.

"It's not that I'm brave, it's that I know you won't really shoot me, Mr. Jing Fei smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, you're so sure I dare not shoot you," Mr. Song raised his eyebrows, his eyes were very interesting, but he was not angry.

"Huaxia is a society ruled by law, and killing people is illegal. Besides, you are a wise man at first glance. You will never do such an unreliable thing," Jing Fei smiled and flattered him without any pretentiousness.

"Is that true, do you really think so," Mr. Song asked back, his eyes even more strange.

"Of course, you're a reasonable person at first glance," Jing Fei continued to flatter,

"You guy is very good at speaking, but this time you are wrong. I am never reasonable. What I talk about is always fists. Whoever has a big fist is the reason. As for the rule of law society you talk about, the rule of law, I am the rule of law here, and what you say I can't shoot, even more wrong. Do you know, I have privileges in China, and there is a certain amount of shooting allowed every year. As long as it is not too much, even the chairman of China will not dare to cause trouble for me." Mr. Song said arrogantly.

"ha,"

Jing Fei was stunned. He never expected that Mr. Song would come up with such a theory. The most important thing was that he could not tell from the old man's tone and expression that he was joking.

Uncle,

Could it be that what this old guy said is true?

Jing Fei's heart skipped a beat. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was shocked by Mr. Song's words.

"But this is nothing. No matter what your purpose is, I like you, that's enough," Mr. Song continued to say that he saw Jing Fei's face change, with a clear look of pride on his face.

Jing Fei smiled bitterly. He finally realized that the old man Song in front of him was a living treasure, but no one dared to provoke this living treasure due to his status, so few people could see this.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. You haven't explained the problem just now. You said that the child in our Lele belly is not yours. What's going on?" Old Master Song closed his smile and his eyes became sharp.

"Lele is not pregnant at all," Jing Fei said the truth. It was not that he deliberately slandered the situation, but that he knew that it was easy for him to investigate this with the power of the Song family. Song Lele's lie seemed very powerful, but it was actually not valid at all. Only a woman with thick lines like Song Lele could come up with such an idea. Jing Fei didn't want to fall into it with her. It was better to honestly explain it to the Song family. As for Song Lele's marriage problem, Jing Fei could only take one step.

"You said Lele was not pregnant, she lied to us," Mr. Song's eyes suddenly widened.

"Lele has no choice. The Song family is too forced, so she can only think of a way to delay it first," Jing Fei smiled bitterly, half true and half false,

"Stupid girl, how can you joke about this kind of thing? Even my old man dares to deceive me, it's simply unreasonable," Mr. Song cursed, but he had no intention of getting angry. Then his eyes fell on Jing Fei again: "Even if pregnancy is fake, you and my Jialele must be different,"

"It's okay, we are good friends," Jing Fei said with a thick skin.

"Good friend, how great is it?" Mr. Song looked sharp. After saying that, he picked up the teacup and prepared to take a sip of the tea. It seemed that the laugh just now made the old man feel dry and dry.

"It's not very good either. It's all happening. It's not a lot of good times, less than ten times," Jing Fei smiled awkwardly, his tone was plain, and he didn't think his words were so exciting at all.

"Ahem,"

Mr. Song was almost choked to death by the tea. He kept coughing and it took him a long time to get through it. But his eyes became even more strange when he looked at Jing Fei, just like he was looking at an alien.

Jing Fei did not retreat, and looked at the old man with a smile. He was ready to get angry when he said this. After all, his words were too annoying, and a normal person would be very angry.

Mr. Song was indeed very angry, but he did not get angry with Jing Fei. Instead, he suddenly shook his head and looked back, and continued to sip tea. Not only did he not get angry, he didn't even speak.

Jing Fei was also stunned when he saw this scene.

Just when Jing Fei thought that Mr. Song must be preparing to get angry with him, Mr. Song raised his head, looked at Jing Fei with a meaningful look, and suddenly said, "Boy, your name is Jing Fei, right?"

"Yes," Jing Fei nodded, not surprised at all. It was not surprising that he could find out his name with the power of the Song family.

"Did you think I will definitely not give you good results when you come here today?" Mr. Song suddenly changed his previous attitude and asked with a smile.

"Haha," Jing Fei smiled, without saying anything, but he was really puzzled in his heart. His intuition told him that the situation in front of him seemed to be a little different from what he expected.

To be honest, Jing Fei has made all kinds of preparations since he promised to come to the Song family with Song Lele. The biggest preparation is that the Song family will definitely not spare him easily. It is no exaggeration to say that Jing Fei is ready to take action.

But all this changed after seeing Mr. Song. Mr. Song's attitude seemed very vague, and it didn't seem like he was deliberately causing trouble for him. However, Jing Fei still didn't think that the old man would let him go so easily. After all, he gave him the other person's precious granddaughter.

But now Jing Fei really began to doubt it. Mr. Song's attitude really made him a little confused and didn't know why.

"Why, are you very surprised now? I didn't ask you for trouble at the first time?" Mr. Song looked at Jing Fei with a smile again and asked,

Looking at Mr. Song's smiling expression, Jing Fei was a little worried for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.

"I know what you are thinking, you must be wondering. According to normal principles, I should have a slap in your mind, or even ask someone to beat you up, right?" Mr. Song continued to smile, his smile even more ambiguous.

"The old man is joking, I'm not a bad guy," Jing Fei laughed awkwardly, and being told through his thoughts made him a little unnatural. He suddenly realized that he had underestimated the old man of the Song family.

"Okay, don't pretend to me. Your enthusiasm for fearlessness just now has gone. You are not afraid of pulling your gun, but now you are afraid of a bird," Mr. Song suddenly cursed. Although he cursed, his expression was still smiling, as if he was scolding his younger generation.

Jing Fei grinned for a moment, and then asked directly: "Old man, tell me, what do you want to deal with me?"

After saying that, Jing Fei looked at Mr. Song very alone. He really couldn't figure out what this old guy was thinking. It would be better to ask directly.

【Second update】
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