Chapter 644 The Song Family's Fury

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Song Mingyi, the head of the Song family, roared angrily and slammed his palm on the desk.

"What did you say? My son Song Jia died in Paris? How did he die? Go away! Go check it out for me!"

After hearing the information reported by his subordinates, Song Mingyi's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe it was a fact that his precious son Song Jia was killed in Paris.

"Patriarch calm down, we checked. The corpse of the young master was found in the bombing in Paris this morning, and it has been charred. However, through DNA testing, our people have confirmed that it is the young master. Young Master actually went to Paris this time to take action against Chen Xueling from the Chen family, but for some unknown reason, Young Master had a conflict with the people of the JK Party, and was then taken by the members of the JK Party. But we found out later. Young Master I went back to the hotel again. According to the words of the hotel waiter, the eldest kid abducted Chen Xueling and the half-race Sally from the Chen family, and then there was an explosion... However, the two women of the Chen family had nothing to do with it. No, we suspect that this incident has something to do with the Su Lin who accompanied Chen Xueling to Paris, and the young master may have died at the hands of Su Lin..."

The people under Song Mingyi tremblingly reported the results of the investigation, but Song Mingyi gritted his teeth and said, "Su Lin? The one who has been very popular in the capital recently? The prospective son-in-law of the Qin family?"

"Yes! The owner of the house is him. We investigated his background, and the military listed him as a first-class confidential file, but we still saw it. The result was rather shocking. Those things that happened before the short country seemed to be all about Su Lin. There is some other evidence that came out, and it also shows that Su Lin is the person most likely to kill the big and young... This is the specific information..."

After his subordinates handed over a stack of detailed information, Song Mingyi glanced at it and his face sank, "You can't be wrong. It must be this Su Lin who did it, pass my order. Send our Song family's pursuit. Killing order, no matter what the method is, you must bring this Su Lin to me, and I want to see people die and corpses."

"As ordered!"

Seeing his subordinates convey the order, Song Mingyi sat down a little limply in his seat. His only son died like this. This was something he couldn't accept. Although Song Jia is more playful, he has already planned the future life path for Song Jia. If he cannot marry the Chen family, he will try to marry the Gu family or the Yuan family who has stepped back. In short, the current Song family has been since Song Lao After retiring, although it is not as beautiful as before, it is still a behemoth, and there is no need to be afraid of any aristocratic family and power, and even Chairman Gu has to give the Song family some face.

But now, Song Jia is dead, and he is still so aggrieved and died with the gangsters in Paris, how can Song Mingyi swallow this breath. And all kinds of signs show that Su Lin is the most capable and likely to kill Song Jia. Song Mingyi will not wait until all the evidence is conclusive. He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, and his son's Anyone who has anything to do with death must die.

However, Su Lin, who was far away in Paris, didn't know that his killing of Song Jia was exposed, and it was also passed back to the Song family in Huaxia, and the Song family began to take revenge against him.

The current Su Lin, who had just finished painting, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and told everyone about the purpose of this painting with a smile. However, there is no need for Su Lin to say, everyone can see it from the demeanor of the Eight Immortals in the painting.

Marshall from the European Oil Painting Association stepped forward even more quickly, took Su Lin's hand, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't have imagined that such a spirited painting turned out to be a It was drawn in such a short period of time. Sunny, you are truly a genius! Absolute genius! God, God must have asked you to save the world and bring beauty to the world..."

Marshall took Su Lin's hand and looked at Su Lin as if he was gay. He kept saying all the words of praise he knew.

It was the first time that Su Lin was praised like this by a foreigner, and he felt a little embarrassed. Moreover, seeing that more media were coming to interview him, he felt that he seemed to be a little too pushy. Fortunately, he was wearing a hat and The mask came.

"President Marshall, then I will give this painting to you. I will not come to the auction in the afternoon."

Anyway, he has already appeared in the exhibition hall, so Su Lin does not plan to participate in the auction in the afternoon, because he knows that Chen Xueling also plans to fly back to China after the exhibition in the morning, so as a personal bodyguard, he naturally has to follow back home.

"You're not here? What a pity! Sunny, the members of our association are waiting for you to share your experience with them! How could you just leave?"

Marshall still wanted to pull Su Lin and let Su Lin stay for a while, but Su Lin saw Sally and Chen Xueling in the crowd looking at him suspiciously. Su Lin knew that maybe the two of them recognized him. Now, leave quickly, Su Lin apologized, and took advantage of the toilet to say hello to Liu Yizhi, paused the time, and directly slipped out of the venue and returned to the hotel.

"Where did sunny go?"

"Mysteriously disappeared?"

"Genius painter, mysteriously disappeared in the exhibition hall?"

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When the media found that the talented painter sunny they had been waiting for for a long time did not come out of the toilet, they knew that sunny might have slipped oil on the soles of his feet. The disappointed media were unwilling to go back like this, so their main firepower forced Liu Yizhi, who knew sunny best, making Liu Yizhi hesitant to do everything he could without revealing Su Lin's true identity. Possibly provided the media with stories about sunny.

And Sally, who couldn't interview Sunny, was also very disappointed and went out of the exhibition hall with Chen Xueling, went back to the hotel, prepared to pack up, and took the afternoon flight back to China.

"It's a disappointment, Sister Xueling, why do you say this sunny hides his identity? It's a good thing that he has made a splash in Europe for us Chinese people and raised his head in the world of painting! Why does he hide himself? 's face?"

Sally muttered and said unwillingly.

"Maybe this is what the masters thought!"

As soon as Chen Xueling and Sally walked out of the exhibition hall, they were stopped by someone.

"Xue Ling, it's really you, that's great, I found you."

Looking towards the voice, Chen Xueling saw that the person who came was her mentor, Mimo, the vice president of the European Oil Painting Association, and said with surprise: "Hello, mentor, I didn't see you when I was at the venue, I thought you were this time. Didn't come! I didn't expect it, I had to leave until I met."

"Xue Ling, I've been looking for you in the venue for a long time. I have something I want to ask you." Mimo stepped forward and said.

"What's the matter? Tutor, just say it!"

Chen Xueling is also curious, what can her mentor ask her for?

"It's about that mysterious genius painter sunny, do you know him?" Mimo asked tentatively.

"I?"

Chen Xueling was puzzled for a moment and smiled, "Teacher, how could I know him? If only I could know such a talented painter."

"But Xueling, aren't you the deputy dean of the Academy of Fine Arts of Qingbei University? I heard it with my own ears. Sunny claims to be still a student of Qingbei University. Your school has produced such a talented painter. The dean of the Academy of Fine Arts doesn't even know?"

Mimo looked at Chen Xueling suspiciously and said, "Do you want to be like Liu, hiding your true identity for this sunny?"

"What? Teacher, what did you say?"

Hearing Mimo say this, Chen Xueling opened her mouth in surprise, "You said that this talented painter sunny is a student of our Qingbei University?"

"Yes, this is what sunny told me and President Marshall. Xueling, you really don't know him?" Mimo said.

"I don't know. Our school has such a genius in oil painting. How could I, the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts, not know? God! I must be crazy."

Chen Xueling touched her head and said. (To be continued.)