Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

Xiao Lan and the man stopped, turned around and looked at Song Yufeng mockingly.

"I'm sorry Yufeng! Let's break up." Xiao Lan looked at Song Yufeng with a trace of guilt in her eyes. She never liked him, she approached him just for Zhao Yi.

"Song Yufeng, you are nothing now, you have nothing, do you still want others to suffer with you? You should be more awake, hahaha..." After the man finished speaking, he hugged Xiaolan and left with a big smile.

Song Yufeng stood there blankly. Yes, he has nothing left now, and what qualifications does he have for others to suffer with him. So ironic, it turns out that Song Yufeng lost the protection of his family and was nothing.

Song Yufeng closed his eyes in pain and laughed at himself.

"Sir! Can you go somewhere else? You have affected our business here." The clubhouse attendant walked up to Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng stopped laughing and looked at the waiter in front of him, "Even you dare to bully me? Did I, Song Yufeng, actually fall to this level?"

"Sir! Don't get me wrong, it's just that you are here and it really affects us." The waiter explained.

Song Yufeng reached out and pushed the waiter away, and walked towards the clubhouse. He wanted to get drunk, and wanted to completely forget all of this.

"Sir! Please show your VIP card." The waiter stopped Song Yufeng.

"VIP card?" Song Yufeng glanced at the clubhouse. He knows the owner here, so he never needs a membership card to enter or leave the place, and this club in Beijing is only a middle-level club, and he usually doesn't like it.

"We have regulations that you cannot enter the club without a VIP card."

Song Yufeng wanted to say that he belonged to the Song family, but then he thought that he had separated from the Song family, so he swallowed the words again, turned around and walked towards his car.

"Isn't this Song Shao? I didn't expect to meet you here, I'm so lucky! Hahaha..." A middle-aged man walked up to Song Yufeng with a smile.

Song Yufeng glanced at the other party with a wry smile. What is Song Shao, except for his surname Song, he has nothing to do with the Song family.

"Does Song Shao have time? I invite you to sit in and have a drink." The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed Song Yufeng's arm and walked towards the clubhouse.

Song Yufeng wanted to refuse, but now he really wanted to get drunk and vent.

The middle-aged man brought Song Yufeng to the box, only to see two men sitting in the box, "Look, who I brought."

"Oh, it turns out to be Young Master Song, what a pleasure to meet." The man in a black suit said that it was a pleasure meeting, but the ridicule on his face was undisguised.

"What Song Shao, which Song Shao? Yo! It turned out to be Song Shao, who was kicked out of the house by the Song family, no, now it should be called Abandoned Shao, hahaha..." The meticulous man with combed hair sneered. smiling.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Don't say it so ugly, he used to be the eldest son of the Song family."

Song Yufeng was angry and angry, and had the urge to find a hole to burrow into. He had never suffered such humiliation.

"They said that was in the past, but now, he's nothing, come, pour us a drink." The meticulous man with combed hair drank the wine in the glass, and then put the empty glass on the table.

"This is a good idea. I haven't drunk the wine poured by Master Song. It must taste very good, hahaha..."

Song Yufeng was so angry that he turned and was about to leave, but was stopped by a middle-aged man, "Song Shao, don't you give me face by leaving like this, even if you want to leave, at least you have to drink a few drinks before leaving."

"Get out of the way!" Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly and glared at the middle-aged man angrily. It turned out that he called himself in just to humiliate himself.

The meticulous man with combed hair sneered and stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table and came to Song Yufeng, "Drink it."

Song Yufeng clenched his teeth tightly, his red eyes staring fiercely at each other, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. At this time, his heart was overflowing with humiliation.

"Don't you drink?" The meticulous man with combed hair turned cold.

"I'll drink it!" Song Yufeng took the wine and took a sip, the spicy taste made him frown.

"Hahaha... It's really refreshing, you guys also come to honor our Song Shao with a bottle." The meticulous man with combed hair laughed happily.

Song Yufeng endured it, but still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, raised his hand and punched the opponent.

The meticulous man with combed hair cried out in pain, reacted, and hurriedly counterattacked with his fists.

Seeing this, the other two immediately stepped forward to help, and soon Song Yufeng was surrounded by them.

Where could Song Yufeng be the opponent of the three of them? Not long after, he was knocked to the ground by the three of them.

"Do you think you're still the original Song Yufeng?" The other party snorted.

Song Yufeng clenched his fists tightly. Right now, he has no ability to resist, he can only bear it. His eyes were filled with tears of humiliation, and he held back those tears from falling. On this day, he has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, being betrayed, bullied, ridiculed, beaten and scolded by others. It turned out that others gave him face, flattered him, and flattered him just because he was the eldest young master of the Song family. Without all these, he was nothing and could not even preserve his dignity.

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Song Yufeng licked the corner of his injured lips, a tingling sensation came, accompanied by the smell of blood, he took a deep breath and sat up slowly and slowly.

There was a sound of high heels stepping on the ground, Song Yufeng looked up and saw Yang Xiner walking towards him.

"Xin'er?" Song Yufeng shouted uncertainly. The person in front of him is Xin'er, but there is something different. Xin'er is not so young. It seems that he was beaten and had hallucinations.

Yang Xin'er walked up to Song Yufeng, squatted down, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her hand. She looked at the wound on Song Yufeng's face with distress, "Yufeng, do you hurt?" Although Yufeng received such a lesson, He deserved it, but seeing him hurt, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

Song Yufeng twitched the corners of his mouth and frowned in pain, "Are you Xin'er?" How could she become so young?

Yang Xiner nodded, "I'll help you up, let's go home."

Song Yufeng shook his head, reached out to hold Yang Xin'er's hand, and looked at her guiltily, "Xin'er, I'm sorry!" Only now did he know that when he was the most difficult, only those who cared about him would be by his side.

Yang Xin'er smiled lightly, "I don't blame you, I'll help you get up." It's a lie to say that it's not blaming, any woman can stand her husband having other women outside, but she loves him, she doesn't want any more Lose him once.