Qiao Si, Bingcheng can stop a child from crying in the middle of the night and say the same thing. He was shot in the 1990s.
When he opened his eyes again, he became an 18-year-old skinny chicken boy in S city with the same name and surname, Song Yongjia, who had just been recognized by the wealthy Xu family.
The Xu family had a fake young master who they had raised for eighteen years. He was pampered, frail and sickly, and the whole family was afraid of melting away in the palm of their hands. The real young master is back? The fake young master is welcoming on the surface, but behind his back he does a series of green tea tricks such as drugging milk, hiding needles in pillows, and crying "brother hit me."
The whole family believed it.
But who is Qiao Si? In a previous life, when he went to that station, the dogs automatically switched to silent mode, and even the cockroaches in the corner started to line up and salute. In City S, he squatted on the construction site and took two bites of a box lunch. He looked up at the tower crane in Lujiazui and cursed: "This wretched place needs to have a top position between labor and management."
He doesn't want to play house-fighting with a fake young master, that thing is too cheap.
He engaged in real estate and took over the entire renovation project. In three years, he went from a mummy who picked up rags to a black man who everyone in City S would have to lower his head and call "Brother Song" when they see him.
The Xu family's shabby company was about to go bankrupt. When Xu Yanshan saw him, he whispered "Yongjia", Lin Shuhua cried and called him "Jiajia", and the whole family had to rely on him for food. Fake young master Xu Chengan? Qiao Si didn't look at him seriously at all. You can act if you like, it has nothing to do with me.
As a result, one day, Li Chengan vomited.
I checked and found out I was pregnant.
Whose?
Joe Si's.
"You are a man." Qiao Si said.
"I'm not exactly a man." Li Chengan touched his belly and looked at Qiao Si's face, "It's yours... You drank too much that night."
Qiao Si was silent for three seconds and smiled. "Okay, you are really good at it. After giving birth, do a paternity test. It's mine, I recognize it. It's not mine..."
Qiao Si bent down and approached him, his voice so low that it sounded like it was coming from underground: "I asked you to go from two sets to none at all."
From then on, there was a rumor in the S city circle: Brother Song had a fat boy at home, but no one dared to ask more questions.
"That's my biological son. If you ask me again, I'll sew your mouth shut."
The idea: a gangster from the Northeast disguises himself as a real young master from a wealthy family, and is too lazy to fight in the house to directly dominate the Shanghai circle. The fake young master spent ten years tossing himself into his own belly and gave birth to him. I accept it. It's not mine, I want you to become a eunuch!
