Chapter 1173: Chapter 1174 Song De's death 1

In Beijing Hospital, Song Xiangnan was sitting in the hospital corridor, looking at the medicine bottle in his hand. He had bought it from Zhao Yisheng for 2,000 yuan today.

It was said that as long as the medicine was added to the patient's intravenous bottle.

He would die of a sudden heart attack. As long as no one pursued the matter, the cause of the patient's death would never be discovered by others.

He had no feelings for Song de at all, but it was this man who had given him his entire life.

And now, he was going to end it with his own hands. This man who had given him his life was indeed feeling bad, but he really had no other way.

Liu Juntao came back with two boxes of lunch. He saw Song Xiangnan sitting on a chair in the corridor and said with a smile, "the food in the hospital cafeteria today is especially good. There's a large amount of pork belly in the braised bean curd with cabbage.

"I made two at once, one for each of you and the old man. " After saying that, he opened the lid of the box to let Song Xiangnan take a look.

Song Xiangnan looked at the few pieces of meat in the bowl and felt a lot of emotions. He took out ten yuan from his pocket, handed it over and said, "go to the small restaurant across the street and ask him to steam two drawers of steamed buns. Tell him to order the stuffed donkey meat.

Bring back some garlic sauce. Do you understand?"

Liu juntao smiled and nodded. "Alright, I understand. I'll go order the steamed buns now. Tell the old man that we'll eat later tonight. " He took the money The owner of the small restaurant across the street was very familiar with him. If he ordered the steamed buns himself, he would definitely steam a few more. If that was the case, he would earn a lot, so he left happily.

Song Xiangnan looked at the two rice bowls on the chair. He was going to make a move tonight, so it was better not to let him eat these things.

He had enjoyed the buns yesterday, so he decided to let him have a meal before he left.

When he returned to the House, he saw that Song de had been cleaned up by Liu Juntao. He looked much more energetic now. His beard had been shaved off, and his clothes were very clean.

"I asked him to order some buns. We'll have dinner later. "

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Song de was very excited when he saw his son coming. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. "Hurry up and sit over here. Let me take a look at you.

You look like your uncle.

Unfortunately, your uncle, Song Zhe, did not have a good life. He passed away at a young age.

After he left, our song family slowly declined.

I was too young back then. I couldn't afford to support a family. I could only watch the family fall bit by bit.

Child, can you call Me Dad?

Just Call Me Dad. I really want to hear it."

Looking at Song De's expectant look, Song Xiangnan didn't have the heart to refuse. He called him lightly, "Dad! "

"Sigh! " Song De's heart was bursting with joy. He had made the right move. His son had finally acknowledged him. This was great!

In the future, he would definitely lead a better life than anyone else. He really wanted to loudly tell those who had looked down on him before.

My son is capable. I can lead a good life in the future.

Because the restaurant had a ready-made one, the boss gave him three extra bags. He asked him to send them directly to the locker. Because of this reason, Liu Juntao came back early. Standing outside the door, he happened to hear this sentence just now. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

This young man could be the son of the old man in the room.

It really destroyed his worldview. The young man drove here. He must have a good family to have a private car in the capital.

And the old man in the house, if it wasn't because he changed his clothes yesterday. He was like a beggar on the street. His body stinks. Now that he thought about it, he felt a little nauseous. But, who asked him to want to earn this money?