Jin Yan drove the car and searched for a long time before finding Song Sile's new residence now.

Two men in black suits stood outside the villa. Jin Yan glanced at him and knew that these two buddies were in the same profession as him.

He parked the car and walked over. One of them looked him from head to toe and asked, "Mr. Jin Yan?"

Jin Yan nodded and said, "Yes."

The man walked forward and said in a deep voice: "Sorry, please cooperate with us to check."

Jin Yan understood that this was their duty and cooperated to lift his hands up.

The man quickly patted Jin Yan's shoulder to his trouser legs. He saw no gun weapons. He swept Jin Yan with a metal detector, and there was no problem except the phone in his pocket. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned sideways and made way out: "Mr. Jin, please."

Jin Yan walked in, and the aunt who was taking care of Song Sile here came up and said angrily: "Sir, go directly to the second floor, the young master is waiting for you in the room."

Jin Yan nodded: "Thank you."

He walked very slowly, remembering the overall structure of the house and the distance from the stairs to the gate, and then lifted his legs upstairs.

The door of the third room on the left side of the second floor was open. Jin Yan walked over and saw Song Sile sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony with a few books in front of him, but others were reading with their mobile phones.

Jin Yan stopped by the door: "Young Master Song."

Song Sile didn't even lift her eyelids, but just responded from her nose, "Come in."

Jin Yan walked up to him, Song Sile took his cell phone and asked, "What do you want to tell me?" Yesterday, Jin Yan called him and said that there were extremely important things to be interviewed. Song Sile was extremely surprised. People like Jin Yan actually had something to talk to him about? So he came here today.

Jin Yan looked around and said with some concern: "Let's go in and talk, this matter has something to do with the young master."

"It has something to do with Bai Hao?" Song Sile frowned.

Bai Hao is not in Jinhai City now, and he is going abroad to help him deal with some asset problems. Song Sile was a little absent-minded, but seeing Jin Yan's expression is so serious, he couldn't help but become nervous.

He got up and walked into the study. Jin Yan followed him. The two of them had just sat down on the sofa. The aunt who was taking care of Song Sile walked in with tea and placed it in front of Jin Yan.

"Thank you." Jin Yan nodded to her.

After the person stepped out, Song Sile spoke again: "What the hell is it?"

Jin Yan stared into his eyes and asked, "Master Song, do you know how the young master's parents passed away?"

Song Sile was stunned and showed an inexplicable look: "Of course I know that Bai Hao's parents died because of a car accident." He paused and said, "What does this have to do with what you are going to say?"

Jin Yan did not answer his question, and his eyes locked him: "What's the relationship? Do you really don't know?"

Song Sile became more and more inexplicable and said angrily: "What the hell are you going to say! Don't go around with me!"

The expression on Song Sile's face was not guilty or concealed, only irritability and impatient. Jin Yan sighed slightly in his heart. He was not good at watching people at all. If Song Sile was acting, he would not be able to judge at all.

The plan he originally wanted was not working.

"Wait first." Jin Yan stood up, walked to the door and looked back and forth, and then closed the door after confirming that there was no one.

Song Sile frowned and looked at him, and Jin Yan explained: "It's better to be careful."

Song Sile didn't say anything, nor did he stop him. He trusted Jin Yan very much in this regard, and never thought of guarding against him. After all, when he was kidnapped last time, Jin Yan, a idiot, sacrificed his life to save him, and even blocked his flesh and blood injuries.

After closing the door, Jin Yan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled up the glass door. Then he walked back and stopped at the left rear of Song Sile.

"I learned about this incident by accident," he said.

Song Sile was attracted by his words and wanted to turn to look at him. As soon as he turned his head, he was slashed on the back of his neck by Jin Yan. Before he could make a sound, he fainted.

Jin Yan turned Song Sile over, confirming that he had really lost consciousness, so he started to fumble on him and soon found the gun.

This was the same as he expected. The Song family is in such chaos now. Song Sile's situation is unsafe, so he will definitely carry a gun on his body just in case.

Jin Yan took the gun down and put it on the sofa aside, took out the thin rope and tape that had been prepared in advance from the inner bag of the clothes. He quickly tied up Song Sile's hands, sealed his mouth with the tape, and then moved Song Sile to the corner of the room.

He was so calm that he was unreasonable when doing these things, and there was no expression on his face. After he was ready, he took out his cell phone and dialed it out.

Outside the Song family’s old house.

A black Bentley slowly drove over from a distance. The car was parked at the door, and someone trotted forward and bent down to open the door.

The first one to land was a black high heel, with a simple and elegant style. Then, the close-fitting low-cut red skirt outlined a graceful curve, and a long black hair was pinned behind the ears, revealing the man's delicate and beautiful facial features.

Song Xiaoxiao got out of the car, holding a black wallet in her hand, and the shell also had a diamond-inlaided English abbreviation of her name, and her nails were painted in flames, making her look extremely sexy.

The person who opened the door for her dared not lift his head and shouted, "Miss."

Song Xiaoxiao didn't respond, glanced at the security guards arranged everywhere, and asked lazily: "Why are you going to welcome me with such a big situation or scare me?"

The man heard the teasing in her tone and did not dare to say anything, and sweat fell on his back.

Song Xiaoxiao glanced at him indifferently, and walked inside without saying anything. She moved, and the man who followed her who had been standing behind her raised his legs.

When he walked to the door, the person guarding outside did not give in. Song Xiaoxiao kept walking, and the man stretched out and said, "Please cooperate with us to check."

Before Song Xiaoxiao moved, the man behind her quickly walked forward and pressed him on the man's hand.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment, and Song Xiaoxiao shouted lightly: "Wei Shen."

The man named Shen Wei immediately stopped and lowered his head and retreated behind Song Xiaoxiao.

Song Xiaoxiao looked at the man who stopped her, handed over her wallet, and smiled and said, "Of course."

The man took his hand and opened it. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned the wallet to Song Xiaoxiao. Shen Wei was also under examination by his companion, and there was nothing abnormal. After receiving the gesture from his companion, the man turned his head and lowered his head and said, "Please, Miss."

Song Xiaoxiao finally entered the door with a sarcastic smile on her face.

She went straight upstairs to Song Fuhua's study. As soon as she entered, she couldn't even carry her mobile phone with her, so she could only leave it to Song Fuhua's people for safekeeping. Song Fuhua had already guarded her against her hair.

Song Xiaoxiao sat down opposite Song Fuhua.

Song Fuhua was taking medicine. Several medicine bottles were placed on the table. His hair became much whiter and his whole body looked older. Song Xiaoxiao had heard of his illnesses before, and thought it was just nonsense to fool people. Unexpectedly, this prison disaster really caused this person a lot of torture.

She didn't open her mouth and called, watching Song Fuhua take the medicine one by one according to the nursing instructions, then took a breath and raised her head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Xiaoxiao looked surprised and opened her eyes wide and said, "My father is sick, so of course he has to come and see him as a daughter."

Song Fuhua snorted coldly: "Do you remember I am your father?"

Song Xiaoxiao frowned and said angrily: "How can I not remember what Dad said?"

Song Fuhua watched Song Xiaoxiao act coldly. His eldest daughter is really better than her. She is even more poisonous and cruel than her in terms of scheming and means. If he comes out a few days later, the Song family will probably not be in his hands.

Seeing that Song Fuhua didn't answer, Song Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I'm here today to make peace with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Wei took a step forward and put a document to Song Xiaoxiao. Song Xiaoxiao slowly pushed the document to Song Fuhua, with a little lazy smile.

Song Fuhua opened the document, looked at it for a few seconds before his face changed drastically. He swept the document to the ground and said angrily: "Don't even think about it!" As he said that, he coughed violently because he was too excited.

"You signed this and everyone will continue to live happily. Isn't it great?" Song Xiaoxiao didn't move, still looking lazy, as if the person in front of her had nothing to do with him if he died of illness.

Song Fuhua coughed so hard that he was out of breath, his face turned red, but the person serving next to him quickly poured a glass of water over. He slowly calmed down and looked at Song Xiaoxiao with squinted eyes and said, "I tell you, even if I die, I will not hand over the Song family to you!"

"Is that true?" Song Xiaoxiao was not angry, raised her eyebrows and asked back.

The conversation between the two people was at a deadlock, and Song Xiaoxiao's cell phone suddenly rang. When she heard the sound, her expression became excited.

The person who was watching over the phone stood there without moving. Song Xiaoxiao looked at Song Fuhua and smiled: "It's nothing if I don't answer this call, you'll regret it."

Song Fuhua looked at her coldly, and finally signaled to the man.

The man stepped forward and gave Song Xiaoxiao the cell phone. When Song Xiaoxiao saw the number, the smile on the corner of her mouth became increasingly unrecognizable.

This was a video call. She clicked "Accept". The picture from there came, and Song Xiaoxiao immediately said "Oops".

She turned her phone towards Song Fuhua and pretended to be surprised and said, "Who is this? Isn't this the only seed of our Song family?"

In the picture, Song Sile closed her eyes, had tape on her mouth, and a gun was pressed against her temple.

Song Fuhua suddenly stood up and tried to grab the phone. Song Xiaoxiao took his hand back and avoided him. Song Fuhua was so angry that she trembled all over. She raised her hand and slapped her on Song Xiaoxiao's face, and her eyes were bursting, "Song Xiaoxiao!"

Song Xiaoxiao's face soon showed red and swollen fingerprints. She stuck out her tongue and licked the broken skin and bleeding corners of her mouth, and her eyes bent: "You killed someone's daughter back then, but you never thought that one day your baby son would have the same fate?"

Song Fuhua had just gotten angry and couldn't hold on anymore. She fell back into the chair with strength and pressed her heart to ask with an ugly face: "What are you talking about?"

Song Xiaoxiao slowly put her phone on the table and said lightly: "How did Bai Ya die? Uncle He has already told me."

Song Fuhua changed his face suddenly.

Song Xiaoxiao sighed softly: "It's not his fault. He has been with you for the rest of his life and ended up as a betrayal dog. If anyone changes, he will consider finding a new master."

Song Fuhua sneered: "So what? Just by your few words, do you think the Bai family will believe you? Avenge avenge for a money-lossing product who was kicked out early?"

Jin Yan did not show his face. Song Fuhua thought that the person who pointed the gun at Song Sile was Song Xiaoxiao's man, so he spoke without any scruples. He did not notice that the gun was shaking when he spoke. It was obvious that the person holding the gun had a huge fluctuation in his emotions, and even the gun was almost unable to hold it.

"Money-lossing guy?" Song Xiaoxiao asked with a smile, "In your eyes, all daughters are money-lossing guys, and they are all cheap lives. No matter how outstanding or capable they are, they are not as good as a baby son."

Song Fuhua snorted coldly and was considered as a default.

Song Xiaoxiao lost control, clenched her fists, her nails were deeply trapped in the flesh, and she screamed: "So you didn't even see my mother for the last time! So you didn't even look at Yu Yu after she was born! You only remember your precious son Song Sile!"

Song Xiaoxiao's mother died of dysfunction when she gave birth to her third daughter.

Song Fuhua was in the hospital at that time. When the child was born, he turned around and left when he heard that he was his daughter.

The doctor said that the adults were almost out of reach, and Song Xiaoxiao tried her best to call him and beg him to come back to see him, but he ignored him. Because his mistress also gave birth to another hospital, she was a son, Song Sile.

Song Xiaoxiao had not yet entered junior high school, and held her sister who had just entered elementary school. Seeing their mothers, she murmured with confusion: "Xiaoxiao, is your father here?...Is he here..."

She kept asking, asking countless times until she took her last breath.

Song Xiaoxiao recalled the helplessness and pain at that time, and the years when Song Fuhua ignored the three sisters, her eyes became more and more fierce, and each word seemed to pop out from her teeth, with a deep hatred: "I tell you Song Fuhua, if you don't sign that document today, I will let you watch Song Sile die in front of you with your own eyes!"

She was too young back then and could not do anything. She could not protect her mother or her sister. Now, no matter what the price she paid, she would have to snatch the Song family. Even if she died with Song Fuhua and Song Sile, she would not let them go!

Everyone in the room took out their guns and pointed them at Song Xiaoxiao. Shen Wei, behind Song Xiaoxiao, stood next to her, but Song Xiaoxiao smiled arrogantly: "Even if I die here today, I will only be a life for another life. If you lose money, the only Miaomiao from the Song family will be a loss."

The phone was placed on the table, and Song Sile in the picture was still not awake, and the gun was still pressed steadily on his head. Xiao gently pulled the trigger, and his brain and blood splattered. Even the god Daluo could not save him.
Chapter completed!