Chapter 1012 Song Jinyan

  Nearly 1.9 meters tall, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, powerful and compelling. The outstanding appearance is concealed by the unsmiling seriousness, which makes it difficult to notice that the man has an extremely outstanding face at first glance.

   The first thing to pay attention to is his unfathomable aura like a towering mountain.

  The man was wearing a straight uniform, which further accentuated the man's wide shoulders and narrow waist. After getting off the car, he strode forward and entered the gate. When the security guard at the gate saw someone coming, he saluted immediately, and the respectful person welcomed him in.

   "Master, please come inside."

  The security guard was in a state of panic. Ever since the second child of the Song family became disabled in his legs, his personality has been cloudy and unpredictable. As for the eldest son of the Song family, as the nephew of the second child, it seems that he has never visited his uncle.

   I don’t know why it came this time.

   "You don't need to follow, I have something to say to my second uncle." Song Jinyan's voice is deep and hoarse, with great personal characteristics and charm, and anyone who hears it will never forget it.

   Such a nice and charming voice is not only not a good thing for him, but it adds a lot of confusion.

  It is too recognizable, which is often not a good thing.

"yes."

  Song Jinyan was very familiar with this place, and it didn't look like it was his first time here. After going upstairs, he found Song Jiaming in a wheelchair in front of the French window of the study on the second floor.

   "Second Uncle."

  Song Jiaming's appearance is also much older than his actual age. His face was pale and thin, and his expression was gloomy. If you look carefully, you can see the madness hidden deep in the eyes of the other party.

   Song Jinyan frowned slightly.

   "Why are you here?" Song Jiaming turned the wheelchair and said angrily, "I've been disabled for several years, and I haven't seen you here before. Is this going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing?"

  He didn’t like this nephew before he became disabled, and he didn’t like him even more after he became disabled.

   Who would like a junior who compares himself to others everywhere.

  And this kid has been secretly investigating him for the past few years. What's even more hateful is that he can't do anything, and the old man doesn't care.

   "Second uncle doesn't go out all day, how much does he know about the news from the outside world?" Song Jinyan didn't sit down, but stood upright, his deep and sharp eyes locked on Song Jiaming tightly, not letting go of his slightest mood swings.

   "I don't know, I'm a **** and wait to die."

  Song Jiaming's bad attitude didn't affect Song Jinyan, his expression remained the same, "Since Second Uncle doesn't know, then I'll tell Second Uncle about it."

   "Zhou Hengyang is back." Song Jinyan's expression became a bit more complicated, but his tone remained the same, but the name that he could deliberately mention was definitely not a trivial matter.

  In fact, the significance of Zhou Hengyang's return to the capital is far greater than what Su Wen thought.

  Song Jiaming's heart skipped a beat, and his already pale face became even paler.

   "He is now Su Xuewen's door-to-door son-in-law."

   Song Jiaming already knew the news, even though he knew it, he still clenched his fists on the armrest of the wheelchair fiercely when he heard it again.

"What do you want to say?" Song Jiaming finally couldn't stand the pressure brought by Song Jinyan's step by step, and asked angrily: "If you have something to say, just ask, don't talk here, I don't want to waste time, just leave if you have nothing to say, I'm a **** It's useless."

  Song Jinyan sneered, everyone is used sometimes, but his second uncle, because his grandma went to the countryside and was born in the countryside, and suffered a lot since childhood, everyone in the family fell out of favor. Later, his legs became disabled, and no one dared to provoke him.

Good night.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)