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Feng Qisong left Feng's house through the back door and got into an ordinary car.

The guard driving the car stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.

Another car followed, biting their butts, and they drove out of the empty street together.

"Second master, should we send the third master to the confinement room first, or go to the newspaper office first?"

"Go to the confinement room first." Feng Qisong sat on the back seat, folded his hands, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window, as if he saw Feng Wobai curled up in the trunk of the car behind.

His dear brother is no longer eligible to return to the Feng family.

"...Time waits for no one, we have to pry useful news out of the mouth of the third child earlier."

"...my younger brother, although he is greedy for life and afraid of death, he doesn't cry when he sees the coffin. He has nothing to fear because of his blood relationship with me."

The guard didn't dare to take Feng Qisong's words, and drove the car dutifully.

Feng Qisong was silent for a moment, then his tone suddenly relaxed: "That's right, after finishing my work, I will take a detour from the newspaper office to Huashan Hospital."

He wants to take the young master home.

Feng Qisong thought that Bai Hemian obediently went to find Mr. Xun, but he didn't think so, Bai Hemian was hugging the letter, curled up in a chair and trembling in panic.

He was too scared, as if he was back when he was a child, his parents were waiting for him to come home with a ruler in front of the door.As long as Bai Hemian takes a step into the house, the ruler will fall into his palm without hesitation.

Snapped.

Bai Hemian shuddered suddenly and knocked off the pen on the desk.

He could barely hold the letter in his hand.Judging by the weight, regular customers wrote letters almost every month, but none of them reached him.

What does this mean?

It means that Feng Qisong has always known that regular customers have not forgotten him.

But the regular customer is Feng Laosan!

Bai Hemian collapsed, for a moment, he even wanted to ask Qianshan for a match, and burn all the letters that Feng Qisong had hidden.

He would not elope with Feng Laosan, let alone reminisce about the past with his regular customers when he had a relationship with Feng Erge.

He feels sick.

But Feng Qisong kept these letters for him.

Bai Hemian's hand holding the letter trembled again.The seals of these envelopes were intact, and it could be seen that Feng Qisong hadn't even bothered to open them.

He was moved by Feng Qisong's "gentleman" behavior, but he couldn't help but resent him - he wished for Second Brother Feng to see it!

Brother Feng didn't look at it, as if he was concerned about what else he and his regular customers had.

Feng Qisong's "gentleman" brings out the "despicableness" of Young Master Bai.He was so sad that he wanted to rush out the door, chasing Feng Qisong to ask what happened.

——Is there any other man who writes to me, don't you like it?

—Is it true that after a while you will return the letter to me unopened and let me elope with regular customers?

But Bai Hemian quickly suppressed his emotions in his heart.He knew that he was naive, and it was wrong to impose his dissatisfaction on Feng Qisong.He put the letter back in the cabinet and forced himself to go back to the bedroom without looking back.

Bai Hemian wants to break up with Feng Laosan.

However, after lying on the bed for a few minutes, Young Master Bai struggled to get up again and returned to the desk.

He took out the letters one by one, held them in his arms hesitantly, stumbled to the side of the bed, and sat upright.

He was waiting for Second Brother Feng to come home, for a chance to explain.

In the afternoon, three or four rickshaws were parked in front of the newspaper office. Fine snowflakes fell, and a car arrived in front of the newspaper office.

The rickshaw driver squatting at the base of the wall to shelter from the wind glanced casually, and saw four or five servants holding umbrellas, protecting their masters and walking towards the newspaper office.

"Tsk, a rich man." The coachman didn't take it seriously, spat and continued to wait for the guest who didn't know when he would appear.

What he saw was of course Feng Qisong and his party.

Feng Qisong walked into the newspaper office under the escort of the guards dressed as servants.The behind-the-scenes boss of this newspaper is surnamed Du, and it had previously published rumors about Feng Laosan and Bai Hemian.

There are quite a lot of newspaper offices in Jinling City now, and the one Feng Qisong came to is neither too big nor too small. When he walked into the office, he saw seven or eight busy young people.

"Who are you looking for?"

These years, Feng Qisong pretended to have a disabled leg and lived a low-key life. Most of the banquets he attended were arranged by wealthy families, so the young man who ran errands in the newspaper office did not know him.

"We want to reserve the entire page of your newspaper." Feng Qisong showed a gentle smile, "I wonder if it's convenient for your boss to talk to me?"

The employees of the newspaper office thought it was a big deal, and happily led them upstairs: "Sir, you have a good eye!"

"...Don't think our newspaper office is small, but our sales volume is high. If you don't believe me, go to the street and take a look. You can see someone reading our newspaper within two steps."

"...You will never lose money by advertising in our paper!"

Feng Qisong smiled and nodded, he really looked like a refined businessman.

"It's here." The employee brought them to a messy storage room, showing shyness, "Our space is limited, and the downstairs is used for printing, so there is really not much room... But don't worry, we The newspaper is absolutely fine!"

After finishing speaking, fearing that Feng Qisong would be worried, he graciously opened the door of the storage room: "Sir, wait a minute, our boss will be here soon."

Feng Qisong strolled in and sat down on the only chair: "I'll wait for him here."

The employee didn't feel dissatisfied at all, and poured water for him with a smile.

And Feng Qisong sat leisurely, and when the staff left, he immediately gave the guard a look.The guard understood and closed the storage room door.

Feng Qisong took out his gun, put it on the desk full of sundries in front of him, crossed his legs gracefully, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The family property of the Feng family was so white before, but in Feng Qisong's generation, it has been stained with all kinds of mess.

It's not that their brothers are heterogeneous, but that they have no choice but to do so because of the situation.

The door of the storage room slammed, Feng Qisong remained motionless, but the guards were instantly alert.

Those who came in were still small employees of the newspaper office.

Holding the teapot, he didn't notice the strange atmosphere in the room at all. He also said that the rich are arrogant, nodded and bowed to pour the water, and left reluctantly.

Immediately afterwards, the boss of the newspaper office finally came in.

The boss of the newspaper office was dreaming of getting rich, but when he entered the door, several guns were pointed at his head, and he fell to the ground in fright, his hands and feet twitched like a convulsion.

Feng Qisong smiled slightly: "Excuse me."

"You...you are..." The boss of the newspaper did not recognize Feng Qisong.

"I'm here to discuss business with you." Feng Qisong stroked the body of the gun with his gloved hand, "Your newspaper office..."

Second Master Feng casually dragged a newspaper from the desk, it was the one with Chen Beidou's photo: "It seems that you have a good relationship with the Chen family?"

Hearing Feng Qisong mentioned Chen's family, the boss of the newspaper came to his senses: "Yes, yes, yes, my relationship with Deputy Commander Chen is very good."

"...Do you know the Du family? The relationship between the Du family and Mr. Feng is good, you...you can't kill me!"

"Relationship with Third Master Feng?" Feng Qisong got the news he wanted without any effort, and lowered his eyes indifferently, "Tell me."

The owner of the newspaper tremblingly spoke out the inside information he knew. Feng Qisong didn't express any opinions during the whole process. He only gestured to the guards after he finished speaking, and then left the storage room.

"What are you doing...what are you doing?" the boss yelled in despair.

Feng Qisong leaned against the door of the storage room and lit a cigarette.

The movement upstairs alarmed the staff downstairs, and a few bold ones bravely came up the stairs, saw Feng Qisong, noticed the gun in his hand, and walked away in despair.

Feng Qisong got the news he wanted and didn't care about the other employees of the newspaper.Feng Qisong held the cigarette between his fingers, let out a faint breath, and heard the dull gunshot in the swaying smoke.

"Second Master." The guards filed out.

He gave a low "hmm", and brushed off the cigarette ash that fell on the hem of his clothes: "Let's go, pick up Hemian."

Feng Qisong put away his gun and found a trace of blood on the guard's cuff, so he handed over his handkerchief.

"Don't go home with a bloody smell." Feng Qisong pointed out, "Young Master Bai is not very courageous."

After finishing speaking, he laughed first.When he mentioned Bai Hemian, he smiled so softly that even the frost between his brows and eyes disappeared.The employees downstairs saw it and thought that the gunshot they just heard was a hallucination, but when they mustered up the courage to come to the door of the storage room, they all turned pale with fright.

The boss of the newspaper office twisted his limbs and fell into a pool of blood. His eyes were turned up, revealing the whites of dead fish. The newspaper with Chen Beidou's photo was balled up and stuffed in his half-open mouth.

"This... is there any help?" The employees looked at each other in blank dismay.

No matter who, including the person who asked this question, knows that the boss of the newspaper office is dead.

"Second Master, there must be more than one person involved in Uncle's death." Leaving the newspaper office, the guard said to Feng Qisong, "Do you want to continue the investigation?"

"Of course." Feng Qisong bent down and got into the carriage, his voice had a dull echo in the narrow space, "But for the rest, we have to start with the third child."

He rolled down the window, and the snowflakes fell with the wind.

"Seal the third child for three days, and then find a chance to let him escape." Feng Qisong looked away, and his hands folded on his lap shook slightly, "He dare not go home, he will only go to Chen Beidou."

"Will Chen Beidou become suspicious?" The guard held the steering wheel and hesitated, "Third Master hasn't found out that your death is faked, but Chen Beidou is not that stupid. If he finds out that Third Master escaped from the confinement room, he must think of it you."

"So what if you think about it? He can still dig me out?" Feng Qisong sneered, "You heard what the newspaper boss said just now. The reason why my elder brother died back then was because the third brother was drunk. Tell Miss Wen about the Feng family's plan."

And Ms. Wen was Chen Beidou's person, so Feng Qisong could guess all the details of what happened in the future without torture.

It was nothing more than Chen Beidou and the horse bandits cooperating inside and outside, blowing up Feng Qingzhu to death on the way to suppress the bandits.

After so many years, the truth of the year is no longer important.

After all, Erye Feng had already guessed the truth when he was in charge of the Feng family - if there was no ghost inside, how could someone as cautious as Feng Qingzhu be killed by the bombing?

It's just that he didn't expect that the ghost he had been looking for for so long turned out to be his own brother.

"Heh..." Feng Qisong let out a cold breath, raised his eyes and stopped the car, "Are you in the hospital?"

He wanted to see Bai Hemian, thinking urgently.

The guard replied: "Here we are."

Feng Qisong got out of the car, and ran into Mr. Xun before turning into the hospital.

"Second Master, why are you here?" Elder Xun pulled him into a corner in surprise, and looked him up and down, "But what's wrong?"

The smile on Feng Qisong's face gradually faded, turning into deep helplessness: "Did He Mian not come to the hospital?"

"Young Master Bai?" Old Master Xun shook his head, "I've been in the clinic all day today, so I didn't see him!"

Got it!

Feng Qisong put his hands behind his back and sighed with a headache.

It's better to count on the young master to be obedient than to count on Feng Lao San to take the initiative to admit his mistakes!

But Feng Qisong's heart full of gloom finally cleared up somewhat.

There is always someone waiting for him at home.