night.

Fengjia, Beijing.

In an ancient study room, smoke was shrouded in smoke, and the alarm clock on the wall rang ten times.

A middle-aged man sat at the desk, holding a high-end Cuban cigar in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at a form in his hand.

This person is Feng Yuanjia, the head of the Feng family.

He was about fifty years old, wearing a Zhongshan suit, gray temples, and a pair of black half-framed glasses. He was gentle and elegant, with a certain temperament of a university professor.

"Xiao Shun." The table is the detailed resume of Xiao Shun.

After a little leaning, he smiled faintly and murmured to himself: "It's interesting."

After the Shadow Martial Arts Enemy ended, Song Qingzhou reported the situation back truthfully.

Feng Yuanjia ordered to start investigating Xiao Shun.

With the huge energy of the Feng family, he could only find out his situation in the past four years. In the past twenty years, it seemed like this person had never appeared out of thin air.

What made Feng Yuanjia even more novel was that a strong man with the ability to defeat the eighth-level warrior of the Ancient Martial Arts Association would condescend to be a bullied son-in-law in a second-tier family in a small place.

He originally planned to win over the Feng family to serve, but at this time he became more and more curious about this person.

He picked up the landline on the desk and dialed Song Qingzhou's number.

Soon, Song Qingzhou's flattering voice came from the opposite side. His level was far from the level where the Feng family called in person. He had only seen Feng Yuanjia twice in the past ten years, and he had a quick glance and had no chance to speak, but he was familiar with the short numbers.

"Boss, why did you call yourself?"

"Qingzhou, it's time for you to go back to Jianghai. I have a task left to you."

"You said that Qingzhou will definitely live up to his mission." Song Qingzhou said in a trepidated manner.

"Go and stare at this Xiao Shun, send back the news about him, and investigate his origin if possible."

"Okay, please don't worry, the boss, Qingzhou will definitely complete the task."

"Remember to take me and your father when you go back. I haven't seen you for a long time. If you have the chance, you have to meet you. Otherwise, I'll almost forget what Uncle Song looks like." Feng Yuanjia smiled.

"You...you just said...you want to see my father?" Song Qingzhou said in disbelief.

How could the boss know his father? And it seems that he just called his father "Uncle"?

"What? I'm curious about why I met your father, right? But now it's not like this time, you will know in the future." Feng Yuanjia said.

"Oh, okay, I will definitely bring you there. I haven't seen him for a long time." Song Qingzhou replied.

"Okay, then that's it, stay in touch."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingzhou felt mixed feelings.

The boss’s implication was that he could finally return to Jianghai and the Song family.

More than ten years ago, just because he made some minor mistakes, his father Song Zhenhai drove him out of the Song family in anger and banned him in the entire Jianghai. He had to be forced to leave Jianghai and go to another city to make a living.

However, he still encountered obstacles everywhere and ended up in a difficult situation. He was recruited into the Feng family and has been working for the Feng family for more than ten years since then.

With the support of the Feng family, he quickly rose to become a well-deserved rising star in Wei Shu City, becoming a leader in charge of the affairs of most Ningzhou Province.

The reason why he never went back to Jianghai and could not even see his own daughter was that the Feng family asked him to cut off all contact with the Song family, and that even Jianghai could not go back.

Now I found out that my boss actually knew his father, and he might have a bit of friendship when he heard that tone.

Did everything be arranged intentionally by the two companies?

Song Qingzhou was puzzled, but when he thought about returning to Jianghai, returning to the Song family soon, and seeing his father and daughter, he was still very excited.

And all this seems to be thanks to someone, Xiao Shun.

I didn't expect that the Feng family attached so much importance to this person.

"I don't know where Ling'er and this kid have developed?" Song Qingzhou said intimately.

Although all kinds of signs indicate that this kid has a bright future, Song Qingzhou still feels a little confused when he thinks that he is already married.

Forget it, take a look at it step by step.

He grabbed his cell phone and called his assistant to explain to Wei Hui's affairs, called the driver, and prepared to rush back to Jianghai overnight.

...

The sun slowly rose from the depths of the distant mountains, throwing the first orange-red light into the courtyard of Calming Road.

Song Ling'er knew nothing about what happened to Xinghui.

Early in the morning, I shook my hair and yawned from the bedroom to the yard.

Half closed his eyes and walked to the star map left by Xiao Shun, jumping casually for a few times, sighing listlessly, and then he really woke up.

Just as I was about to go to wash up, I heard a knock on the door outside the door.

My eyes immediately lit up and I looked at the door. Master hasn't been here for three days. Why is it so early today?

He has the key, probably because he forgot to bring it?

She quickly thought that she hadn't washed up yet, so she stumbled into the mirror in the bedroom and took a look, "Mom, I'm not me anymore, I'm a crazy woman."

I immediately tidied up the house quickly and tied my hair casually. I could see it and then walked out of the bedroom and took cheerful little steps to run towards the door.

"Master, why are you so early today? Have you forgotten to bring your key?"

The moment she opened the door, her expression was stunned: "Dad, why are you back to Jianghai?"

Song Qingzhou stood at the door with a calm face and stared at her calmly.

She lowered her head and looked at herself, and said inexplicably, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you living with that boy Xiao Shun?" Song Qingzhou asked in a deep voice.

Song Ling'er was stunned again, and immediately understood why his face was so smelly. She raised her face and said, "What do you care about you? You have only been home for more than ten years. Do you have the nerve to care about me?"

After saying that, he shook his head and walked into the yard without looking back.

"Family style, family style, girl... You are the daughter of the Song family, how can you live with people casually? If your grandfather finds out, that's all..."

Song Qingzhou glared at her angrily, and said with a heartache behind her butt.

"Don't forget, why did you get kicked out of the Song family? You're soliciting prostitution! You talk about family tradition to me?" Song Ling'er fought back.

"I didn't! I was framed!" Song Qingzhou defended.

...

Leiyang City, capital of Ningzhou Province.

Hongyin Building, headquarters of the Ancient Martial Arts Association.

Today, a big man is coming, and the whole building is immersed in a solemn atmosphere.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, a black business car slowly stopped at the entrance of the building.
Chapter completed!