klisemfg Chapter 217: The daughter is worth 3, but what about the son who has become a disabled person?
Chapter 217: The daughter is worth 3, but what about the son who has become a disabled person?
Shen Yu's shoulders were dislocated by the old man. Jin Sinan helped him straighten his bones and applied some ointment to reduce swelling and dissolve blood stasis.
Although Ji Youheng was only hit by a cane, he was born with fair skin, and if his skin was hit today, it would be bruised in a few moments, not to mention that he was actually injured tonight.
Looking at the horrifying purple-blue color, Shen Yu's eyes turned red.
"Don't be afraid of the pain. Jin Sinan said that you have to rub the bruises to remove the blood clots and heal faster!"
Shen Yu's voice was choked with sobs and grievance.
Ji Youheng chuckled softly: "Shen Yu, two grown men, stop crying like this. I'm not seriously injured!"
It made him feel like he would break if he touched it.
No matter what, he is a man of about 1.8 meters. Although he doesn't have eight-pack abs, he does have six.
One against ten may be a bit exaggerated, but one against five is definitely no problem.
Why does he become so weak in front of Shen Yu?
"Ji Youheng, don't stand in front of me like this next time. I said, no matter what happens in the future, I will protect you!"
Even if he dies, he wants to die before Ji Youheng.
He wouldn't allow anyone to hurt Ji Youheng.
Neither can his family.
But today!
It was an accident.
He was angry, and no matter how his grandfather beat and scolded him, he accepted everything.
But in the end, he accidentally injured Ji Youheng, which was something he could not accept.
Shen Yu pursed his thin lips into a line in anger, lowered his head and said nothing, just silently applying the medicine and rubbing the purple patch.
My heart felt clogged and uncomfortable.
"Shen Yu!"
After applying the medicine, Shen Yu stood up and was about to leave.
He had to let out this feeling that was neither here nor there.
Otherwise he would suffocate to death.
Ji Youheng raised his hand and grabbed him.
He was afraid that Shen Yu would go out and make trouble.
Shen Yu patted Ji Youheng's hand to reassure him: "I'll go take care of the Song family's affairs."
"Really?"
Ji Youheng was suspicious.
"From childhood to adulthood, when have I ever lied to you?"
Ji Youheng thought about it and it seemed that there really wasn't one.
Only then did he let go.
"I'll be back soon, go to sleep if you're tired!"
Shen Yu turned off the lights, only turned on the night light in the corridor, and adjusted the temperature in the bedroom to 28 degrees.
He knew that Ji Youheng was afraid of the cold.
After everything was ready, he turned around and went out.
study
Shen Yu called Chu Feng.
Chu Feng didn't sleep either. He was training the small animals remotely. It was the end of the year now, and more people were needed to take care of the small pets.
"Master Shen, why did you call so late at night?"
Chu Feng stood up and stood aside.
"Song Jiajia, 22-8-379 Jiangyi Road, tied under the streetlight next to the trash can, take her away!"
"Okay, I'll go over right now!"
Chu Feng instantly understood what was going on.
Song Jiajia touched Shen Yu's sore spot, but he never thought that Shen Yu would hand the person over to him for handling.
Tsk.
You really think this is a garbage recycling site.
He accepts all kinds of women.
He had read the documents sent by Shen Yu. Song Jiajia had been very extravagant when she was abroad, so he thought it shouldn't be difficult to train her.
In the middle of winter, Song Jiajia, wearing a thin red pajamas, had her hands and feet tied with ropes like an animal, and a chain around her neck, tied under a street light.
"You can't do this to me, I want to be Mrs. Ji, let me go!"
Song Jiajia was almost crazy.
His eyes were red, and there were handprints on his swollen face. It looked like he had been beaten badly.
She yelled at those people without any fear.
"I'm dying of laughter, and Mrs. Ji!"
This is one of the funniest jokes I've heard this year.
"Brother, look at her like this, she's still called Mrs. Ji. She didn't feel anything even after two of them went in. I don't know what she's become like abroad, and she still dreams of becoming Mrs. Ji!"
"Bah, if Mr. Shen hadn't given her 30 million, who would want to touch her?"
Someone spit at Song Jiajia.
"Your father sold you for thirty million, Song Jiajia. If Master Shen wasn't so anxious to deal with you, you wouldn't even be worth three hundred thousand, let alone thirty million!"
She even wants to be a rich wife. Is she worthy of it?
What a bad person.
"Let's go, it's cold!"
Mr. Shen called and asked them to beat up the man and tie him up on the side of the road. They did as they were told and took the reward.
Find some little girls to wash their eyes.
As soon as they left, they pretended not to hear Song Jiajia crying and shouting behind them.
I just hope that person comes quickly and doesn’t let Song Jiajia freeze to death on the roadside.
It would be too easy for this little girl if she died.
Song Yan looked at the 30 million text message he received on his phone, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He immediately opened the door and said to Old Lady Song, "Mom has money now, and the company is saved."
The daughter is worth 30 million, but what about the son who has become a disabled person?
Many big guys have special fetishes. His son is good-looking and young, so he can do the same, right?
Song Yan set his sights on Song Zhiyan.
How can a useless person carry on the Song family's lineage and inherit the company?
As long as he has money and can save the company, why would he worry about not having a woman to give birth to a son for him?
"Keep your voice down, Zhiyan just fell asleep!"
Old Mrs. Song scolded in a low voice, fearing that she would wake up her precious grandson.
Song Yan walked lightly to the old lady's side and glanced at his sleeping son. For some reason, he felt that his son's face looked very charming and attractive after the accident.
Since everyone was already asleep, he didn't have to worry about Song Zhiyan hearing anything, so he said, "Mom, we're rich again, 30 million!"
When the old lady heard the 30 million, her eyes lit up immediately and she said hurriedly, "What are you waiting for? Save my eldest grandson!"
"Mom, there's no way he can be saved. I asked the doctor, and he's dead! He's beyond saving. His life is ruined."
"My grandson is the victim of that bitch. If she hadn't taken my granddaughter to that place, how could anything have happened to my grandson? Where's that bitch? Find her and make her kneel down in front of my grandson and repent. I'll beat her to death!"
Old Mrs. Song covered her chest with her hands and was almost fainted from anger.
"Where's that little bitch's mother?"
The younger one is not here, so her mother came to atone for her sins.
"I locked her up in the underground rental house. As for Song Jiajia, these 30 million were exchanged for her!"
Mrs. Song made a fuss and refused to let him hand over Song Jiajia.
What a joke.
This is 30 million, not 30,000, but 300,000, which can save the Song family's life.
It's just something you marry for money.
It's the same for everyone.
He will give Song Jiajia to whoever gives him more money!
"Hmph, she's of some use at least. Son, what are you going to do with the 30 million?"
Old Mrs. Song doesn't understand business matters, and doesn't care about Song Jiajia's life or death. All she cares about is money, and how to make the Song family live a good life. She wants to be the old lady of the Song family and enjoy being served.
"I plan to start my own media and shoot short dramas. Then we can go back to our hometown in the countryside..."
Song Yan fantasized about his own grand ambitions.
"Then hold the inkstone!"
Just don’t care?
She still couldn't bear it.
After all, he was the grandson she raised with her own hands.
"Shooting short dramas requires connections. If those big guys take a fancy to Zhiyan, it's a blessing for him. He can only serve others in this life anyway. Mom, if you want grandchildren, wait until your son has money to give birth to a few for you and let you raise them slowly!"