85. Chapter 85 It can’t burn so fast, right?


Chapter 85 It can’t burn so quickly

The rain came and went quickly.

There was a trace of humidity in the air, making the July day finally feel a little cooler.

"Remember, life is important."

Xin Xiangyu's last words of warning kept echoing in Song You'an's mind, and she was inevitably frightened. Could it be that she would really be killed because of doing business in Dazhao?

Although the other party did not clarify further after his questioning, no matter what, the other party must have good intentions and was by no means alarmist.

It seems that I have to be more cautious in the future.

Back at the villa, Song Youan picked up her phone to check the messages. Unexpectedly, it was surprisingly quiet today. No one sent her a message except Muzi who asked her if she was free to have dinner together tomorrow.

Seeing the word "dinner", Song You'an felt hungry, and then realized that she hadn't had a bite of food until now.

"Dad, I'm going back to eat tonight. I want to eat braised chicken."

Song Youan lay leisurely on the sofa and called her father. She glanced at the time and asked: "When will you get off work today?"

"You'an, I have something to do, why don't you just eat it by yourself today."

Song Qi lowered his voice and responded, which made Song Youan feel a little strange.

Normally, her father would be the happiest when she said she would go home for dinner, and he would never refuse her. And the strange thing is that the auto repair shop where my father works is very noisy on weekdays. Every time I call him during work hours, I can always hear noisy background sounds, but today it is surprisingly quiet.

Song You'an noticed something unusual with her delicate mind. She sat up and asked, "You didn't go to work today?"

"I'm at work." Song Qi said, "I have something to do temporarily and I'm not in the factory right now."

"Then why did you go?" Song Youan asked.

"I didn't..."

Song Qi still wanted to explain, but he didn't want another voice to interrupt on the other end of the phone: "It's You'an, isn't it? Ask her to come over, and I will tell her personally."

Song Youan immediately recognized that the voice belonged to the old lady.

"Dad, what's going on? Why are you with them? Didn't we agree not to contact each other in the future?" Song Youan said anxiously, her tone also a little angry.

After the house was returned to the old lady, her father promised her that he would no longer have contact with the Song family and would only transfer the monthly living expenses to the elderly to fulfill his support obligations.

How many days have it been since you were kicked out?

Hearing that his daughter was angry, Song Qi also knew that he could no longer hide it, and said helplessly: "They found the auto repair shop. I was afraid that they would cause trouble, so I had to go out with them."

"What are they going to do?" Song Youan asked.

Song Qi hesitated and couldn't speak. There seemed to be someone over there trying to grab his phone, and he vaguely heard someone wanting to talk to him personally.

Song Youan frowned. Is it related to her?

What connection could she have with the old Song family?

"Dad, where are you? I'm coming over now." Song Youan asked.

Song Qi understood his daughter's temper, and there were some things he couldn't say, but his daughter could, so he simply told Song You'an the address: "The Sichuan restaurant at the intersection of the auto repair shop."

Song Youan knew this store, so she changed her clothes and took a taxi directly there.

Forty minutes later, Song Youan walked into the Sichuan restaurant aggressively and immediately saw a group of people sitting in the seats near the window. The old lady, Song Feng, the second eldest son of the Song family, and his daughter-in-law Guo Wanfang.

The three of them sat on the same side, while Song Qi sat alone across from them like a prisoner on trial.

"What's the matter? Are you playing rogue again?"

Song Youan came and stood close, looking at the few people with a gloomy expression.

Guo Wanfang crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and turned her head slightly.

Song Feng, on the other hand, looked at Song You and responded: "You kid, why do you speak so unpleasantly?"

"I have nothing nice to say to you." Song Youan casually put her Hermès on the table, sat down next to her father, looked at the old lady opposite and raised her chin: "Tell me, what bad shit are you holding back? What? Why does it sound like it’s related to me?”

"You damn girl..." The old lady's face turned dark and she was about to curse.

Song Feng pulled her and said, "Mom, tell me something."

They have all experienced Song You'an's mouth. If they really want to quarrel, if they don't take advantage of it, the business may be ruined.

The old lady swallowed back the dirty words, glared at Song Youan fiercely, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Your house... that villa, it will be mortgaged in the next few days."

"Mom!" Song Qi said helplessly: "How many times do you have to tell me, that house was given to You'an by Aunt You'an when she was dying. What's going on if you let her mortgage it?"

"Then it belongs to You'an if you give it to You'an?" The old lady stared and said, "What? You can't sell it yet?"

Song Youan didn't react at the first moment, but when she realized it, she couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Sure enough, people really laugh when they are speechless.

"No, you still know that the house is mine? Well, why should I mortgage it?" Song You'an felt that it was so fantasy, how could a person be so shameless, even coveting the things her aunt left to her? To ask for it so blatantly.

She looked at Song Feng and sneered: "No way, second uncle, you need money again? Then didn't my father's old house be given to you? Didn't you sell it? Although you are an old and poor person, but the third I still have five million, right? Is it gone or is it all lost?”

"It's only been a few days, you can't get over the fever so quickly, can you?"

"What are you talking about? Is it bad luck or not?" Guo Wanfang was too angry to reply, but was stunned when she saw the bag Song You placed on the table.

Song You'an snorted disdainfully: "It's not your bad luck, but you can do what you do, how dare you even think about my things? Even if I burn the house down, you won't even think of taking a penny from me."

"It's quite funny. Why don't you ask the owner of this restaurant if he has a house and go there together? You don't need the face anyway."

Song Feng looked at Song You'an with a stern face and said: "You'an, don't be so irritable. Didn't the second uncle discuss this with you? It's about using money for turnover, and it's not that he won't return it to you. You said that the second uncle is so old The company is open, can we still pay you this little money?”

"This amount of money?" Song You'an sneered silently: "Although my villa is not in the city, it is in the 6th Ring Road of Beijing and Hainan. It is only a few hundred square meters, at least 10 million. Second uncle, you have such a big tone."


As she said this, she felt something was wrong again, and wondered: "Why don't you borrow it from your uncle? Uncle's house in Jinghai should be at least five or six, right? Why are you bullying my dad, an honest man?"

Song Qi held back his anger and said, "Anyway, that's You'an's house. Don't let any of you put your ideas on her head."

It doesn't matter to him, but he will never give in when it comes to his daughter.

"Pah!" The old lady suddenly slammed the table and shouted excitedly: "I have the final say in this family. I can't be the host of a movie about a girl like you?"

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