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Song Bai called Ren Hantao after dinner, and the person who got through was Song Huafeng.

"Hello? What's the matter?"

Song Bai was naturally afraid of his father, and every time he talked to him, it was as if he was reporting to the head teacher: "Dad, where is my mother?"

"I went shopping for groceries. Your uncle's family drove back from Beijing tonight. They will stay for a while and have dinner together in the evening."

Song Bai didn't like his uncle very much. When Ren Hantao was working, she had to give money and goods to her brother by blood. Grandma Song Bai was eccentric and spoiled the boy in the family.

"Why did uncle come to our house for dinner? Didn't his son always look down on our family after he made money?"

"Hmph, brocade clothes don't travel at night." Song Huafeng was a bit arrogant. He couldn't understand the success of a villain, but he wouldn't make things difficult for Ren Hantao: "Are you coming back? Look at the date. The wild ones don’t even recognize their families?”

Song Bailian said: "I'm going back, but the ticket is hard to buy. I can arrive in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. I'll trouble Dad to pick it up then."

Song Huafeng has only one son, and no matter how strict he is, it is impossible not to miss him: "Your mother misses you very much, and we will pick you up together." Song Huafeng suddenly remembered something while talking: "Why did Fucheng call and say he won't come back?" ? Didn't you two stay together in previous years?"

Song Bai bit his lower lip, trying to make his voice sound the same: "He's busy with work, and the leader won't let him go. I'm not as capable as him, and I can have a little more free time."

Song Huafeng liked Lu Fucheng very much. Lu Fucheng and Song Bai were taken out by him when they were young. Everyone thought that Lu Fucheng was his son. He was smart and sensible, and his temper was much calmer than his peers.If Lu Fucheng didn't come back, Song Huafeng would not feel dissatisfied except for missing him.

After hanging up the phone, Song Bai couldn't tell what he was feeling, or he was looking forward to going home so much, partly because he wanted to meet Lu Fucheng.Even if they can't be lovers with Lu Fucheng, the two families still have a deep friendship. If Lu Fucheng knocks on the door opposite, they can eat and chat together. Lu Fucheng's parents are very gentle and kind people. Song Bai is picky about preparing lessons, but he still prefers to please Lu Fucheng's mother.

Aunt Fang knew that Song Bai was going home, and helped him pack the medicines he wanted to take into different categories in small paper, one bag was enough for one meal, and she was afraid that Song Bai would not take the medicines after returning home because of the trouble.

"Auntie, are you going home for the New Year?" Song Bai asked casually.

Aunt Fang smiled: "I won't go back. Tickets are expensive and difficult to buy. Mr. Ji asked me to live here during the Chinese New Year and tidy up the house casually, and I will pay the wages." Actually, for her, Ji Suiyun invited her The easy things you do are nothing, and you earn a lot of money, but you just don’t go home. For the poor, the tight reunion is really not as good as a stack of banknotes.

Aunt Fang smiled and Song Bai smiled too. Although he was not happy himself, he liked to see others being optimistic and happy: "Auntie, which room do you sleep in?"

Aunt Fang couldn't figure it out when he suddenly asked such a question, but said: "The small one on the west side."

Song Bai nodded to express his understanding, and then walked towards another room.

She was puzzled and asked, "Why don't you live in the master bedroom?" Although the design of every part of this 300-square-meter large flat floor is elegant and unique, and the guest room is comparable to the size of an ordinary living room, the master bedroom is very small. It's still a bit worse.

Song Bai said softly: "I'm afraid I'll spit out my dinner again."

If possible, Song Bai would not even want to enter this house.

Song Bai used the remote control to adjust the brightness of the lights in the bedroom to the highest level. After being turned off all night, Song Bai couldn't turn off the lights to fall asleep.He looked at the shadow of the fringe of lights cast on the ceiling, and thought of the star lamp that Lu Fucheng bought for him. He closed his eyes, and Ji Suiyun, whose chest was stained with blood, suddenly squeezed into his mind.

Song Bai covered his throbbing head and curled up.

The news of Song Bai's return made Ren Hantao very happy. She called Song Bai back at night, and she was still beaming while preparing the meal.

Song's house is not very big, the semi-open kitchen is the living room as soon as you walk out.

Ren Xingxu glanced at Ren Hantao's expression, and asked with a smile, "Auntie, what are you happy about?"

"Your brother will be home the day after tomorrow."

Ren Xingxu propped his chin: "Why is my brother working so hard? I have always said that small workshops in big cities are not reliable. Auntie, you should let Xiaobai go with me. Working somewhere is not a part-time job."

Before Ren Hantao could speak, Song Huafeng frowned: "You don't need to care, Fu Cheng took good care of Song Bai, and Fu Cheng has a project worth several million, isn't he more capable of taking care of him than you?" Song Huafeng usually hated this nephew. , Now that he has earned some money, he secretly blames Song Bai for not having a high education and good job, and Song Huafeng is not polite at all.

Ren Xingxu didn't touch Song Huafeng's bad luck: "Uncle, don't I care about Xiaobai? By the way, is Brother Cheng coming back this time?"

Ren Hantao brought the last dish to the table: "Fu Cheng is busy, I won't be back this year, let's eat quickly, have you booked a hotel yet?"

Ren Xingxu was overjoyed, and Song Huafeng's cold look made him feel embarrassed to take care of himself, and now he finally had something to say: "It's settled, what is the best hotel for you?" He said and put the order on the software The page is displayed.

"It's so expensive." Ren Hantao was very generous.

"It's okay, alas, it's not the Seven Stars who just live there."

Song Huafeng ate alone and ignored him.

Song Bai got up very early the next day, and he didn't have many things to take, but some didn't see his parents for so long, so it was a bit unreasonable not to have time to buy gifts for them.

There was a knock on the door at noon, and Aunt Fang came in carrying a lot of things shortly after she opened the door. She called out, "Mr. Xiao, come and see. The person who delivered the things just now said that Mr. Ji asked you to bring them."

No matter how much Song Bai lacked, he wouldn't take Ji Suiyun, he didn't even look at it: "No need."

Aunt Fang persuaded: "They are all precious, and they are very suitable for giving to the elderly. If you don't take them for nothing, don't take them."

Song Bai smiled: "Aunt Fang, take it, it's really unnecessary."

Aunt Fang couldn't be Song Bai's boss, but she was too embarrassed to take these things, so she tidied them up and put them all in the storage room.

On the day Song Bai returned home, he changed the inside and outside of the clothes into his own. He didn't want to bring Ji Suiyun's things home with him.When he wanted to take off the bracelet on his hand, he suddenly thought of something, but he still didn't take it off.

Not long after Song Bai had lunch, he received a call from Wang Hu, and the man asked him to go downstairs succinctly.

The car is already waiting, it is the Maybach that Ji Suiyun often rides in, the privacy film is black, and it cannot be seen from the outside at all.

The driver got down and opened the door for Song Bai. As soon as the door opened, Song Bai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Ji Suiyun sitting in the back row, fully dressed.