I really don't love you anymore [Entertainment]

067

Rong Qianqian was finally sent to the hospital for a comprehensive examination.

Traditional Chinese medicine treatment is really too slow, and her condition has reached a critical point. Although Qu Yiling does not want to alarm Rong Ziyang, but at present, it seems that there is no way to do it.

Rong Qianqian was sent to the nursing room of the best hospital in City B, and the news was completely blocked from the outside world. The guards in the ward were very strict, with the most perfect management system and visiting system. Qu Yiling even hired two bodyguards to guard the room. In the hospital, all visitors must obtain her consent to enter, even Rong Qianqian's consent is useless, preventing Rong Ziyang from meeting Rong Qianqian to the greatest extent.

Rong Qianqian also faintly saw that something was wrong, she didn't say a word, and let Qu Yiling make arrangements.

She seemed to remember something, and she could look out of the window all day long in the hospital.

Linyun Group was under the care of Qu Lin and Qu Yan, operating as usual.Qu Yiling did not dare to tell Qu Lin about this matter, and Qu Yan also knew that if two people fell in the family at this time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Linglong Film and TV and other companies in the Qu family are still operating as usual. Qu Yiling runs between the hospital and the company every day, busy with all the fuss. Rong Qianqian made it clear that she and Qu are not wanted. Yan came to accompany the night, otherwise we should all stay together, Qu Yiling couldn't resist her, so he could only ask the two bodyguards he invited to take turns to watch over at night, for fear of any accidents.

Rong Ziyang has never been to Qu's house since Rong Qianqian was hospitalized.

He seemed to have noticed something and disappeared.

Those who disappeared together were Song Limo and Rong Fan.

Song Limo and Rong Fan seemed to have disappeared from the world, and Song Limo was still a public figure, but even the most astute paparazzi in the whole country did not catch any trace of Song Limo.

No one knows where she went.

At the same time, deep in the forest on the border of J City, the base camp of the underground empire.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the huge indoor swimming pool are not turned on, and the waves are rippling in the blue, moonlight pouring in from the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows. In the deep winter season, the water temperature in the swimming pool has not been deliberately adjusted. You can see some broken ice floating on the water, and it feels cold to the bone at first glance.

Like Song Limo's eyes.

Rong Fan let down her long hair, and wiped the water from her hair with a towel. The moonlight poured on her body. She walked in barefoot, and her tender white ankles were stained with water red. Looking up, she took off her hair. After she took off her regular clothes, her pajamas wrapped around her exquisite waist, her wet long hair was slightly curled, hanging down on her back properly, with graceful lines all the way up, and her side face was stained by the moonlight. The layer is bright and white, between the eyebrows drooping, the long and curly eyelashes flutter, the corners of the eyes are slightly wet, the lips are curved a little, and there is a bit of beauty.

She came in with a warm and dry bath towel, pressed it on the wall, and turned on the light: "Li Mo, the godfather asked you to come over and say something to tell you."

There was not even a trace of water ripples in the swimming pool, and the broken ice floated quietly on the water. After a while, a trace of water ripples suddenly appeared from the middle, and there was a burst of water splashing in the originally silent swimming pool. Song Li Mo emerged from the swimming pool, the water completely wetted her hair, and some hair stuck to her cheeks, she stretched out a bright white hand from the water, plowed her hair, and brushed the long hair Her long hair was swept back, revealing her delicate and stunning eyebrows.

Song Limo swam to the shore after a few ups and downs, standing by the pool, Rong Fan handed over the warm and dry bath towel in his hand, Song Limo took it, wiped it casually, and put it on his body.

Rong Fan took a look at the bottomless swimming pool. This swimming pool was built by his father at his own instruction. So far, it has attracted purified lake water not far away to flow in. The natural circulation system, J City is cold in any season, and it is always cold. The water was freezing cold, and the pool was dug so deep that no one knew how deep it got.

It is rumored that this is also the best burial place for the godfather to deal with his subordinates.

Song Limo randomly took a piece of clothing from the closet next to her and put it on, not shying away from Rong Fan, Rong Fan's eyes flickered, and his eyes avoided her body.

After Song Limo changed his clothes, he asked casually, "What did he ask me to do?"

Rong Fan shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know."

Ever since they returned to City J and came back here, they have never been out on missions.

The godfather seems to be intentionally giving the two of them a vacation. Of course, she should be a little bit of Song Limo's light. During this period of time, she is walking around here at will, and she is not entangled in tasks. The border of J City has vast forests and few people. , there is a huge lake not far from the base camp. When the weather is good, the lake reflects the blue sky thousands of miles away, a natural paradise.

Going to the other end of the border, away from the forest, is a large grassland that stretches as far as the eye can see.

When the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, it is barren, even the sky is gray, and the eyes are full of sadness.

Song Limo can stay here for a long time, some things can only be understood when he is here.

Song Limo asked while drying his hair, "Where is he?"

Rong Fan paused, and replied, "Studio."

Song Limo blew her hair well and walked out.

In the studio of the godfather, there is still a huge pair of "The Last Supper". The painting has reached the final stage, and the godfather stays in the studio all day long, not only painting, but also after the deployment of paints and the final coloring. The air drying is also very particular. The godfather spends a whole day doing nothing for an inconspicuous corner of the canvas. On the surface, the godfather is a thin and sickly middle-aged man, with He comes out cool, but people who are not familiar with him will think he is warm, just like that gentle and knowledgeable university professor, wearing outdated but decent clothes, standing on the podium and talking, the voice is soft and slow, but Every word is extremely firm and convincing enough.

He still holds his rights firmly in his own hands, but staying in the studio painting all day long feels like he wants to transfer.

When Song Limo walked into the studio, the godfather had already put down the paintbrush in his hand and was slowly drinking a cup of hot tea. The painting on the wall had been covered by a huge white cloth, covering it tightly In fact, not even a corner is exposed.

The godfather seems to have been waiting here for a long time, and there is another cup of tea on the small and delicate pear wood table, and there is a curl of water mist slowly rising from the surface of the tea.

The godfather pushed the teacup in front of him to Song Limo, and said, "I specially added some ginger to warm you up."

Although Song Limo was free, someone would still report his daily whereabouts to the godfather.

Song Limo wasn't too polite, sat opposite him, picked up the cup of tea, and drank it down in one gulp.

The godfather couldn't help but smiled when he saw her drinking tea, and waved his hand: "Don't drink so fast...you're really wasting things by drinking like this."

Song Limo looked up at the godfather and raised his eyebrows. The tone of the godfather's words did not seem to be talking to her at all, but it seemed to be chatting with her about family matters.

This is really rare.

The godfather seemed to understand her eyes, and put down the teacup in his hand: "How have you been these few days?"

Song Limo nodded.

It's more than a good thing, although she knows that there are people watching everywhere she goes, but on the surface she is still very free, and there are no tasks added to her body, it's almost like a vacation.

The godfather said: "You have worked so hard for so long, you should take a break, but..."

Song Limo put the exquisite and precious teacup away, stood up and asked, "What happened?"

The godfather motioned her to sit down, and Song Limo sat down suspiciously, looking up at the godfather.

The godfather looked at her like this, laughed and said: "You are so grown up, yet so reckless...you really look like her."

Song Limo frowned and asked, "Who?"

The godfather didn't intend to continue, and realized his gaffe, so he changed the subject: "How is the injury on your back?"

Song Limo paused with his fingertips, remembering the wound on his back.

There was a deep and long wound running across her lower back. It had been many, many years, but the scar remained forever after the wound healed. Qu Yiling spent countless efforts trying to get rid of it, but she couldn't get rid of it.

It was the wound she received when she was stabbed by her godfather when she was eight years old. At that time, her life was almost in danger. One survived and was adopted by the godfather into this huge underground empire.

She was originally an orphan.

She didn't know who her parents were, and she didn't know where she came from. She couldn't remember things when she was too young. I can't recall what happened to me when I was a child.

Her memory began at the moment when she woke up under the watchful eyes of her godfather at the age of eight. She was ignorant, and she didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

Song Limo seemed to be remembering something, stunned for a moment, smiled rarely, and replied: "It's the same, it won't get better."

Like Qu Yiling, the godfather was very concerned about the deep and heavy scar on the back of her waist.

This was also one of the reasons why the godfather valued himself so much in this chaotic underground empire.

A few thoughts flashed through Song Limo's mind quickly, but she suppressed them again, and he resumed his usual tone: "What do you want me to do?"

The godfather looked at her with a half-smile, but at this moment he didn't look like the leader of an organization at all, but more like a kind father.

The godfather pointed to the huge painting covered with a white cloth in front of her, and said, "This painting is still short of the last few strokes. Help me finish it tomorrow, and then you can put it away yourself."

His voice paused, and he said again: "This is my 24th birthday present for you."

The author has something to say: the last chapter seems to have abused a lot of people... a little happy w

The author received the notification yesterday...well, it wasn’t yesterday, the author just remembered it yesterday, went to take the first exam today, memorized the question bank until one o’clock in the morning last night, and then came back half dead today and fell asleep in the dark ...and then dragged to this point to update...

i was wrong qwq

This month I want to challenge the perfect attendance award hee hee hee www