To be honest, Song Yun was very confused at this time. As a man, he felt that it is not an exaggeration to have many women for an excellent man.

Of course, the premise is that this man cannot play with anything that can be abandoned at all. In that case, he can only be a disciple, or a prodigal son. Although a truly passionate person shows mercy everywhere, he has feelings everywhere! And Song Yun’s current goal is this, so his father can have so many confidantes. If he looks at it from the perspective of a man, he will still admire him very much.

But...that's my father!!!

It is hard for Song Yun to imagine that his father has so many women, just like we want to have mistresses, but we don’t want our daughter to be mistresses. This is the same.

Song Yun thinks that excellent men can have more women, but their father cannot have too many women, otherwise what will he do then? What should he do with his mother? Could it be that when he sees those women in the future, the aunt, the second, and third mother will call them over? Or the aunt, the second, and third aunt? Or the aunt, the second, and third aunt?

Song Yun felt that his head suddenly became bigger.

"My mother knows these things?" Song Yun asked in confusion.

"I know, Sister Qingsi, of course, they all know these things. Moreover, Song Yun, you can rest assured that whoever scores the most in your father's heart must be Sister Qingsi. It can be said that many of your father's research results were helped by Sister Qingsi. And the great contribution of your father's achievements is still attributed to Sister Qingsi. Among the few women, Sister Qingsi said one, but no one dared to say two." Zhuque explained.

"Oh! Then they are so kind?" Song Yun asked.

"Haha, at least in the capital, no, everyone will have secret fights and will form cliques to find allies, but it is limited to others. Sister Qingsi is a well-deserved official. When your father was kicked out of the capital, he was able to come to Jiangsu smoothly with Sister Qingsi's help. But later, the group of people actually came to Jiangsu, so Sister Qingsi had to go abroad with your father. Alas, you should have suffered a lot in the past few years, right?" Zhuque asked.

"Haha, it's okay." Song Yun's mind gradually became clearer from the original smoky paste. In fact, to put it bluntly, his father's problem is also his own problem now.

I think my father must know more about how to be harmonious in the harem than me. At least since Song Yun became sensible, he has never seen his father be with other women, and he has almost never seen his father live outside. In this regard, Song Yun felt that his father was doing very well, there were women outside, but he was very caring about the family.

Song Yun thought, but looked at Qingluan.

"What are you looking at?" Qingluan asked curiously.

"No, I think, in this way, you have always been a powerful support by my side, but it is similar to my mother's status!" Song Yun said seriously.

"Compared with my aunt, I am much worse." Qingluan shook her head and said, "Auntie, it can be said that it is the most outstanding big house in the Song family's main vein in the years. Unfortunately, your grandfather left Yanjing early back then, otherwise you wouldn't have to look like this now, you have to work hard on your own everything."

"Haha, I like to rely on myself for everything, so that I can have fun, right?" Song Yun said proudly.

"This, Song Yun, do you have any trouble now?" the tyrant looked at Song Yun and asked.

"It's nothing, uncle, do you have something to do?" Song Yun asked.

"This, since you have nothing to do, then leave early. Why don't you stay here? "The tyrant blinked at Song Yun quickly.

Song Yun was stunned and asked, "This, uncle, I left so early and I have nothing to do."

"Oh, why are you so ignorant? I haven't seen Zhuque for many years. Can't we have a good chat?" the tyrant said a little angrily.

"Oh!! I understand!!" Song Yun now understood. It turned out that his uncle still liked Zhuque, but Zhuque liked his father again... This... Song Yun's head felt like he had suddenly grown bigger. Who should he help?

"Song Yun, let's go." Qing Luan said, standing up, "Old Song told me a few days ago that if you have time, call him if you have time."

"Oh, then okay, let's go first." Song Yun stood up and said to the tyrant, "Uncle Master, just be busy, we won't bother you anymore."

"Duzhu, don't let us be confused. I know, you have a wife! My Ergou heart is still there, and you don't have a chance." Zhuque said seriously.

"This, Zhuque, let's talk slowly. When we meet old friends, don't we have to talk more?" The tyrant scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Song Yun and Qingluan looked at each other and walked out of the coffee house.

"Oh, there are so many things these days. I feel that my mind is almost full now." Song Yun walked towards the car parked aside and said.

"Haha, take it slowly, you have a long time to rest now," Qingluan said with a smile.

Qingluan opened the car door, and after Qingluan got in, she walked to her driver's seat, then fired the car and drove to the entrance of the alley.

"Brother Song Yun." Scorpion stood by the roadside and saw Song Yun passing by, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hehe, it's a scorpion." Song Yun nodded with a smile, but did not stop for too long.

"Brother Song Yun, you're getting more and more handsome!!" Brother Scorpion saw Song Yun leave, feeling very moved. Thinking about the time, Song Yun was still unaware of this circle. At that time, Song Yun looked like a young man in his twenties who was ignorant of the world.

Now Song Yun has a very heavy majesty on his body. This cannot be pretended by deliberately, it is the majesty from the bottom of his bones.

Moreover, in that majesty, Brother Scorpion felt a creeping smell of blood. This is a skill that Scorpion has learned after so many years of social life. Anyone who has been accustomed to it for a long time can tell at a glance that the other party is a rookie or a real old bastard, because if it is a real old bastard, he will have evil spirits on his body.

The scorpion could no longer feel the evil spirit on Song Yun, but a faint smell of blood, but it was not a real smell of blood, but a very idealistic thing, and the scorpion could not explain it clearly.

Scorpion smiled and shrugged, then lit a cigarette and walked towards the entrance of the alley where a few rookies were waiting for him to tell the rules.
Chapter completed!