Rich old man said he likes me

On the first night when Zhou Geng arrived at Zhou's house, he first sent a message to Song Jingheng.

After waiting for a while, Song Jingheng replied, saying, "I was just taking a shower."

"Look." Zhou Geng replied.

Song Jingheng sent a photo of a hand with the middle finger raised.

"My young master is rich, don't pretend to be innocent. Send it quickly." Zhou Geng continued to urge.

Song Jingheng directly showed Zhou Geng the balance in his mobile phone, and Zhou Geng paused for a few numbers, and said, "Okay, I can't compare to you."

"Sooner or later, you will be better than me." Song Jingheng smiled and replied, "How is your day today?"

"It's good, I've been receiving red envelopes all the time, I'm very happy." Zhou Geng sent Song Jingheng a picture of him surrounded by money.

"Envy, when I was your age, I was working abroad to make money." Song Jingheng said.

"It's nothing, my grandfather gave me a bank card, saying that it contained the pocket money he had saved for me since I was a child." Zhou Geng smiled lazily and said, "I checked, and there are about 300 million. "

"Well, I have money." Song Jingheng replied, "Didn't I mention the inheritance rights to you?"

"No, but I think it should be soon, otherwise they wouldn't have recognized me back." Zhou Geng sent over with a slightly mocking expression.

Before Song Jingheng could reply, someone knocked on Zhou Geng's door.

"Are you asleep?" Opening the door, Zhou Cheng walked over with a box.

"Not yet, I can't sleep." Zhou Geng asked Zhou Cheng to sit down and glanced at the box in his hand.

"This is something your mother left you. After so many years, I finally met its real owner." Zhou Cheng also said and handed the box to Zhou Geng.

When Zhou Geng saw the box, his heart twitched, and he said with a smile: "My mother left it to me? Could it be some gold and silver treasure?"

Zhou Cheng also smiled and said: "Your mother did leave you a fortune, but you are still young and not capable enough, so the family is helping you manage those things now."

"Oh." Hearing this, Zhou Geng didn't say much, took the box over, looked around, and asked, "How to open it?"

"Fingerprint." Zhou Cheng nodded and said.

Zhou Geng nodded, pressed the prompt in the middle, and opened the box with the fingerprints of five different fingers.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~my baby." A gentle and brisk female voice came from inside the box, and Zhou Geng and Zhou Cheng saw a clumsy sculpture boy spinning and singing in the box.

"Music box?" Zhou Geng looked at Zhou Chenghuan suspiciously.

Zhou Cheng also obviously didn't expect it to be this thing, he reached out his hand to pick up the box in embarrassment, looked around, and said, "I don't know, your mother thinks differently from others since she was a child."

"Okay." Zhou Geng nodded, clicked the box again, and the happy birthday song rang again.

"My mother is good at drawing, but singing...is a bit..." Zhou Geng tasted his mother's singing, how should I put it, fortunately, the voice itself is pleasant.

"This...it's true. Your mother cried for a long time when she was a child because she couldn't get into the choir. Later, she hired a teacher to teach her, but she was a little worse than others." Zhou Cheng still felt a little dizzy when he heard the singing. , said: "But since your mother left it to you, you should keep it well."

"Well, definitely." Zhou Geng looked at the villain and said, "I didn't expect that I could still hear my mother's voice, and I was very moved."

Zhou Cheng also nodded, glanced at the music box, and said, "As for her voice and video content, there are quite a few left at home. I'll have someone sort it out in the past two days and send it to you."

"Okay, thank you, Second Uncle." Zhou Geng nodded, and then nodded the little man again, and the singing started again.

"Then...then you should rest first." Zhou Cheng couldn't bear it any longer, and left Zhou Geng's room.

After Zhou Cheng left, Zhou Geng covered his head with a quilt, sent a message to Song Jingheng, and told what happened just now.

"Music box? Is it a music box that sings out of tune?" Song Jingheng became excited.

"What's the matter? Do you know each other?" Zhou Geng asked in a suspicious message.

"Of course I do, because that's the real inheritance key your mother left you!" Song Jingheng taught Zhou Geng how to adjust the music box as he spoke.

Following Song Jingheng's prompt, Zhou Geng finally turned the out-of-tune singing voice into a complete and correct singing voice.

"Happy birthday to you, smart baby." The song changed at the end, and the moment the song stopped, the little man's arm waved, and the color changed from the top layer of the music box, a row of strange numbers and a The company name appears.

"Write it down." Song Jingheng sent the message quickly.

Zhou Geng read a sentence silently, and then took a picture of the number according to Song Jingheng. After Zhou Geng took the picture, the line of numbers slowly disappeared, and the villain's arms returned to their previous movements, and began to sing the running tune song is coming.

"How do you know this?" Zhou Geng was stunned by all this miraculous.

"I also only found out during your last period. You went to the Zhou family after your leg was knocked off, and spent a very difficult and lonely time in the Zhou family. At that time, I found out that your second uncle who was close to you had been coveting your mother. The box left for you."

Song Jingheng's news was sent very quickly, but after seeing those words, Zhou Geng's heart twitched a few times inexplicably, feeling very uncomfortable.

"When you were feeling hopeless about your life, you accidentally opened that music box and discovered the secret of this music box." Song Jingheng sent a message.

"At that time, you said that you seemed to be hugged by a mother, and you felt a little warmth, which made you decide to live again." Song Jingheng typed by himself, his fingers trembling a little.

"So that's the reason, is it because of this that my temperament has become weird?" Zhou Geng thought for a while, and felt that everything made sense.

"Not really, you are such a bad guy." Song Jingheng added.

Seeing this sentence, Zhou Geng laughed unconsciously and said, "I feel so happy now."

Song Jingheng waited for a while, and then sent a message saying: "Then you should be a good person in this life."

"Let's talk about it." Zhou Geng glanced at the string of numbers again, let out a breath slowly, and sent a message saying: "I must deal with these things as soon as possible, before my second uncle can react."

"Okay, I'll check it for you first." Song Jingheng checked quickly, and sent a message to Zhou Geng the next morning, saying that this company does have this kind of warehouse service.

"You mean my mother prepared a treasury for me?" Zhou Geng asked suspiciously

"I don't know, you need to confirm this by yourself." Song Jingheng never showed up.

Zhou Gengda went out early in the morning, he deliberately put the box aside, and sandwiched a bunch of messy balls of thread in the middle of the box, and took a photo.

"Zhou Geng going out?" When he was going out, he met Zhou Chenghuan.

"Well, if you have money, go out and buy some clothes you like." Zhou Geng smiled and stepped out the door, starting a day of shopping.

Zhou Geng confirmed that someone was following him. In order to avoid debt collection these years, he has a lot of experience in these actions.

Naturally, there are also ways to get rid of these people.

"I got rid of it." Zhou Geng changed into new clothes in the shopping mall and came out, and told Song Jingheng, and Song Jingheng arranged a car to pick up Zhou Geng.

Che took Zhou Geng directly to that company, and there was a special machine that required him to enter the corresponding opening password.

Zhou Geng took a breath and entered the string of numbers, and the corresponding warehouse number, key code and other things were pushed over.

Zhou Geng followed the corresponding icon and walked to the aisle of his warehouse.

After he opened several doors, he finally saw a small box. Zhou Geng sighed, hoping that this box was not as complicated as the previous box.

"Click."

Fortunately, it was opened correctly this time. Inside the box the size of a shoe box, there was a photo frame. There was half a photo in the frame, which was a photo of 30-year-old Zhou Linjia. The other half of the photo frame read: "Please put Photos of my son as an adult are with me, thank you."

Zhou Geng put away the photo frame, and placed an envelope under the photo frame. In addition to Zhou Linjia's letter, there was also a card with a paper on it, a password written on the paper, and a sentence: "I hope this money can make you You had a happy and prosperous college life, see you when you turn 21."

Zhou Geng stood in front of the box. After 5 minutes of silence, he put away his things and walked out of the company.

After Zhou Geng left the company, he walked for a while on the street and got back into the car arranged by Song Jingheng.

"My mother asked me to go to college." Zhou Geng handed the letter to Song Jingheng and said.

Song Jingheng glanced at the letter, in addition to expressing his apology to Zhou Geng, he hoped that he would go to a university no matter what, and then make his life choices.

"I support you too." Song Jingheng looked at Zhou Geng and said.

"Of course you have to support me." Zhou Geng said, handing the bank card in his hand to Song Jingheng, and said, "Take out half and keep it for you."

"That's not necessary, I made some money myself." Song Jingheng pushed the bank card back.

"Niu, rich old man." Zhou Geng then rang the string of numbers that Song Jingheng asked him to read.

"What's the old man, what's the rich family, I'm working alone now, working hard." Song Jingheng sighed, Zhou Geng saw him leaning over like this and kissed him.

Song Jingheng paused in surprise, and glanced at Zhou Geng.

"Take a picture of me later and put it with my mother's picture, and then you take the things away." Zhou Geng said, looking at Song Jingheng.