"What are you doing, Mu Rufeng?"

Mu Rufeng replied with a cold look.

The eyes were like sharp blades, which made the other party dare not resist.

The screaming voice was suppressed.

Song Qi quickly turned his face.

Well, he doesn't dare to fight with the same special forces.

It's easy to suffer losses.

Yiqiao and Mr. Song went downstairs together and went to the living room together.

Seeing Mu Rufeng, she quickly stepped forward and looked at her husband with a strange face with a smile.

"What's wrong?"

"I just met one or two annoying mice?" Mu Rufeng held Yiqiao's hand and proudly pointed the two people sitting in the living room.

Mr. Song seemed to know that his eldest son was targeting his grandson because of the inheritance rights. Therefore, he had already made plans in his heart.

...

Night.

The butler Meng Wei walked into the study from outside.

Mr. Song glanced at him and handed out a bunch of keys, "Old Meng, you have been with me for so many years, but I have never left anything for you. Now... I am old and may die tomorrow. I am very happy. In my last time, you helped me find a grandson who can inherit my Song family business. This is the key to a villa, which I bought for you, in the suburbs. Of course, it was transferred under the name of A Chang."

Meng Wei refused, "Master, what are you doing? Meng Wei still wants to accompany you and always stay with you."

"I know that no matter what, Awei will still follow me and accompany me like before. But I am old and have not had many days to live well. Now, my only hope is to hand over all the Song family's industries to Rufeng's hands, so that I can close my eyes with confidence." He stood up and grabbed Meng Wei's hand, "Old Meng, you have to promise me that when I leave, you must be well with Rufeng. I don't know how he lived over the years. I know how hard the troops are. Now that he has been discharged from the army, he should live a happier life."

Mr. Song thought Mu Rufeng cared about the huge family industry behind him.

In fact, Mu Rufeng doesn't want it at all.

No one knows what he wants.

In addition to his favorite, Yiqiao.

That night.

At exactly ten o'clock.

The butler Meng Wei came over and asked Yiqiao to come over.

Yi Qiao pointed at herself, becoming more and more surprised, "Grandpa...will see me again?"

"Yes!" the other party bowed.

Mu Rufeng looked at Yiqiao in entangled.

Yi Qiao filmed his chest and told him not to worry. He said he was fine. At most, grandpa would talk to her.

Mu Rufeng was very worried. Before leaving, he tightly grabbed Yiqiao's palm.

...

study.

When Yiqiao arrived, Mr. Song was leaning on the recliner.

He closed his eyes and slept soundly.

Yiqiao looked at the person in a confused manner, without disturbing him, and sat down directly.

The butler Meng Wei coughed three times before Mr. Song opened his eyes.

Seeing Yiqiao, he smiled and slowly raised his hand, "Awei, take out the jade bracelet in my drawer." He stood up and handed it to Yiqiao, "This is passed down from Grandma Rufeng's family when she was young. Now, Grandpa will leave it to you. I hope you can keep it well."

Yiqiao saw that it was very expensive, and it also expressed the high hopes of Mr. Song, so she could only reach out and take over the things.

"Thank you, Grandpa, Yiqiao Association has kept it well."

"Yeah, okay!" Mr. Song said only one thing when Yiqiao walked out of the study, asking him to take good care of Rufeng on his behalf.

He said that he had never been able to spend his whole life well with Rufeng, and said that the child had a rough life experience and thought that he had suffered a lot when he was young.

Speaking of Mu Rufeng's lost brother.

He couldn't help but wipe his tears again.

"If... if I could go check earlier and find the two brothers earlier, it wouldn't be... Alas, I really don't know if Rufeng's father would blame me after I went down."

At that time, Yiqiao wanted to reveal the whereabouts of Brother Mu Rufeng. But for some reason, she swallowed all the news back.

Immediately afterwards, the housekeeper Meng Wei sent Yiqiao away and met his grandson Mu Rufeng as required.

Mr. Song apologized to Mu Rufeng with tears in his eyes, saying that he had no other choice.

Mu Rufeng didn't understand until the other party sat on the recliner and said he was thirsty, and asked the other party to take the water from the table.

Looking at the water, Mu Rufeng did not hesitate and reached out to hand the cup out.

Shortly after feeding Mr. Song, Meng Wei appeared.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes declining.

When Mu Rufeng was suspicious of this, he found that his grandfather's lips were white and his eyes were dull.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" He turned to look at the butler Meng Wei.

Meng Wei looked at Mr. Song on the chair sadly, without saying a word.

"What was added to the cup, what exactly did you add?!" Mu Rufeng asked fiercely, holding Meng Wei's arm.

"Master Rufeng, the master didn't tell me, he... didn't tell me?" Meng Wei knelt on his knees and climbed to Mr. Song. He reached over and found that the other party had no breathing.

Mu Rufeng was paralyzed and soft on the ground. Although he knew nothing about the glass of water, his grandfather personally asked him to hand it over.

This seemed to have caused him to indirectly kill a person.

He felt a little sad and helpless.

Even compassion.

"Why, why did he do this?!" Mu Rufeng sneered, "Meng Bo, don't tell me, he did this... for my own good."

The housekeeper Meng Wei took a step forward and shook his head to explain, "Young Master Rufeng, in fact, the master has been suffering from illness many years ago, but... he has never dared to leave. Because he thought that he had not found you yet, the Song family's family business has not yet... no one inherited it!"

Mu Rufeng looked at his hand and looked at the person on the chair, "I became a killer, man, fierce, hand!"

"No!" The butler Meng Wei analyzed, "The master is not a ruthless person." He walked to the drawer, took out a letter, handed it over to Mu Rufeng, and placed the Song family seal and even a long string of keys in front of the other party.

After reading the handwritten letter, Mu Rufeng looked angry, "Just because I am a member of the Song family, I must inherit the huge family industry. Just because I cannot give up what you have worked for, I want me to sacrifice?!"

He doesn't like being tied up, especially for the rest of his life.

He knows more than anyone else what kind of life he wants.

However, his second half of his life was summarized again.

What we summarize is the grandfather he just met.

Dear grandpa.

Meng Wei called his son Meng Chang and secretly took Yiqiao to the study.

When Yiqiao went there, he saw Mr. Song lying on the chair and was a little suspicious.

I was about to call, but I was pulled by Mu Rufeng.

"What's wrong, Rufeng?"

Mu Rufeng turned his head, "Grandpa has passed away?"

"When I passed away, why is it? Rufeng, are you joking? We chatted this morning?" Yiqiao looked at his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

She couldn't accept this fact.

"He took the medicine and just left!" Mu Rufeng stated the facts.

"Why, why?" Yiqiao grabbed Mu Rufeng's arm, "Rufeng, Grandpa, he just met you, how could it be?"

Mu Rufeng pressed his wife's shoulder and calmly said the reason, "He is using death to exchange for me for a choice."

"What?"

"Grandpa hopes that I will inherit the Song family's property and prevent the Song family from falling into the hands of others!" Mu Rufeng held his head with both hands, in pain and despair, "I only hate that his death is half my responsibility, and I hate even more, why do I want to come back?"

The butler Meng Wei shook his head, "Master Rufeng, don't say that, otherwise the master will be sad."

"Sad, sad, haha!" Mu Rufeng gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Why is sad? Have you ever asked me for my opinion before he gave me something?!"

Yiqiao has never seen Mu Rufeng like this distressed.

Especially after understanding the truth.

"Meng Bo, what are you...what are you going to do?"

The butler Meng Wei looked up and said, "Tomorrow morning, announce the death of the master. Then...and then be entrusted by the master, and...the Song family..." Looking at Mu Rufeng's thick ink pupils, he did not dare to continue talking.
To be continued...