scapegoat

Thick clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the whole city was shrouded in a gloomy and dead atmosphere.

Xiao Yang was awakened by his biological clock, but he didn't want to get up.

Last night, Lang Zhongming and the others tortured him so crazy that he was still dizzy, as uncomfortable as a hangover.There is always a weird feeling in his lower abdomen, which reminds him of the unpleasant experience of love.

Xiao Yang was too lazy to get up, so he reached for the ointment on the bedside table and slowly applied it on the scar.

Although it didn't seem to have any effect, the cool ointment felt quite comfortable when applied on it, which made Xiao Yang unable to resist using this tube of ointment that should have been rejected.

It was only when Xiao Yang got up that he had to get up. When he walked to the bathroom, he felt very dizzy and slow to think about things.

Fortunately, Lang's breakfast is always rich and nutritious, and Lang Zhongming likes to go to the company early to sit in town. Xiao Yang has no pressure and can eat as much as he wants.

After a meal, the low blood sugar also returned.

Xiao Yang said goodbye to Lang Zhongjin who just got up, and went to work.

As soon as he entered Hongsheng's gate, Su Huiyun trotted towards him.

"Xiao Yang, Mr. Lang has gone to your office, hurry up."

Xiao Yang looked at his phone, heh, he was more than 20 minutes late.

It seems that Mr. Lang's urgent matters have been dealt with, and he started to torment him every day again.

What should come can't be avoided, Xiao Yang bites the bullet and goes to the first floor.The door of the office was open, and Lang Zhongming was leaning on the table lazily, with his camera in front of him.

Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment when he saw the battle.

He didn't know what Lang Zhongming meant, did he want to repeat the old trick?Or did he feel that Xiao Yang would be more humiliated in the office than at home?

Lang Zhongming: "You were exhausted last night. It's rare for you to be late once, so I won't deduct your money. Come here."

Xiao Yang walked into the office stiffly, and locked the door for himself.

Lang Zhongming turned on the TV that had been idle all year round in the reference room, and the huge wall-mounted screen lit up.

"I made an action movie for you last time, remember?"

Xiao Yang was there, vaguely aware of Lang Zhongming's plan.

The video started to play, and Xiao Yang was kneeling in the middle of the screen, showing his privacy in a shameful way.

Xiao Yang's pale face outside the screen was in stark contrast to the more obvious impatience in his lower abdomen.

Lang Zhongming turned on the camera on the side, refocused the lens on Xiao Yang, and cleverly recorded the video being played into the screen.

"Come half sideways this time, you can watch TV by yourself, and I'll take another video for you."

The devil's request was even more vicious, and every word he uttered stimulated the cells of Xiao Yang's whole body.

He has become such a disgusting person.

Lang Zhongming knocked on the camera twice, Xiao Yang turned his head away, and he signaled Xiao Yang to look at the camera.

It was the familiar black "eye" again, with a sense of peeping in the hollow.Xiao Yang looked at the camera, listening to his suppressed screams on the TV, and held his greatest shame in his hands.

The camera captures all his embarrassment and embarrassment, and prepares to show his humble deeds to the world when he has an opportunity in the future.

Xiao Yang's consciousness gradually blurred, and the images around him floated up and down, and finally there was only a dark lens, which dutifully aimed at his embarrassment.

After Lang Zhongming left, it took quite a while for Xiao Yang to regain consciousness.

Kankan put on his pants and went to the toilet to clean himself up.

The cold water touched the roots of the thighs, and a bunch of goose bumps suddenly appeared.

The feeling of nausea surged, Xiao Yang didn't want to vomit all kinds of meat and vegetables with his bare buttocks, it would be too indecent, so he had to tidy up quickly, put on his pants, and then squat down to let his stomach make noise.

The elevator outside made a "ding", as if someone had come down again.

...Lang Zhongming?

When Xiao Yang thought of this person, his stomach, which had finally calmed down, began to toss again. He could only forcefully hold down his stomach, wash away the vomit, and opened the door to go out.

It was Su Huiyun who came.

"Manager Yan said to look at the cost account of the building materials market for the whole year last year... Hey, why do you look so ugly? Are you uncomfortable?"

Xiao Yang waved his hand: "It's okay, I feel sick to my stomach, it will be fine in a while. Wait here, I'll get it for you."

After all, Su Huiyun was a sincere little girl, and she was also thinking about such trivial things as a data administrator having a bad stomach, so she brought stomach medicine after a while.

The girl handed half a board of medicine to Xiao Yang: "This is the company's regular medicine. I don't know what kind of medicine you usually take. If it doesn't work, you tell me what you are used to, and I will buy it again."

Xiao Yang didn't ask for it: "Forget it, I don't usually take medicine, and it will pass after a while."

He really wasn't used to accepting too much kindness from others, and besides, a bad stomach was the root cause of his illness in prison, so it wasn't a big deal.

Su Huiyun, who failed to give the medicine, was always uneasy, thinking of forcing it to him before leaving get off work, so she put the medicine in the most conspicuous place on the desk, so as to remind herself not to forget it when the time comes.

It happened that Lang Zhongming passed by. How could Mr. Lang, who has always followed the style of "caring for subordinates", miss such an obvious opportunity to send warmth?

Lang Zhongming: "Oh, do you have a stomachache? Do you want to ask for leave to go to the hospital?"

Su Huiyun quickly shook her head and explained: "No, no, this medicine is for Xiao Yang. I just saw that he vomited. It seems to be serious..."

Lang Zhongming sneered, of course he knew why Xiao Yang vomited.

Heh, feeling sick now?Didn't you enjoy it just now?

Feeling that he was being slapped in the face, Mr. Lang suddenly became angry: "He has medicine at home, you don't need to give it to him, just put it back."

After speaking, Lang Zhongming quickly walked into his office and closed the door loudly.

Su Huiyun didn't know what she did wrong again, so she put the medicine back into the warehouse with red eyes.

At noon, Lang Zhongjin came.

This second young master came to the company quite a few times, everyone in Hongsheng knew him and greeted him one after another.

Lang Zhongjin was slipping a small box, followed by a very handsome boy who was looking at the entire office area curiously.

"Sister Huiyun~ Is my brother there~~~"

The second generation ancestor classmate never cared whether he was really older than Su Huiyun, and always called him "sister, sister".

Su Huiyun blushed: "It's in his office, you go in."

Mr. Ling's younger brother never needed to notify him when he came to visit his elder brother, so Su Huiyun let him in without much trouble.

Lang Zhongjin led the people behind him into Mr. Lang's office.

"Brother~ Yo... What's the matter, so angry?"

Lang Zhongming's unhappiness was well written on his face, and it couldn't be seen that Lang Zhongjin was stupid.

Lang Zhongming didn't want to tell the story to embarrass himself: "It's okay, the people below don't let me worry. Why are you here?"

Lang Zhongjin put the small box in his hand on the table, and pulled the boy behind him: "I just made a new statue, I put it in your office for now, and this~ I know you are tired of work, so I brought you Come on, sweetheart."

Lang Zhongming's fiery eyes rolled around the little boy, and his mood immediately improved: "How old is this year and what's your name?"

The little boy smiled shyly: "Just a sophomore, you can always call me A Xu."

Lang Zhongming smiled even more, the person in front of him was really to his liking, and... at first glance, he knew that he was experienced.

Lang Zhongjin added: "A Xu is also from E University, and you and Brother Xiao Yang are both alumni!"

Lang Zhongming nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you can stay, I'll treat you to dinner later. Zhong Jin, are you in a hurry to leave?"

Lang Zhongjin naturally knew what his brother was thinking, and said very caringly: "Yes, I'll be leaving in a while, you guys play slowly, I won't bother you~"

Lang Zhongming smiled and threw him a key: "The one who opened my safe is just a spare key. Don't lose it all for me."

Lang Zhongjin shook his hands and went out in a cool manner.

A Xu said in a soft voice: "Mr. Ling, you are so kind to my brother."

Lang Zhongming got up and carefully put the small box on the table into the safe: "I'm just this baby brother, I can give him whatever he wants."

When it was time for lunch, Lang Zhongming led people to pick up the car on the second floor of the basement. He was going to take the children out for a good meal, but he didn't know what mentality caused him to stop on the first floor.

Lang Zhongming turned around and told A Xu, "Wait, I'll call someone again."

Xiao Yang hadn't planned to eat at all, and he was still working on his "absolutely perfect data organization system". There was a pile of white paper on the table, and various names were listed on it, with messy lines in the middle. I can't understand what this is.

Lang Zhongming knocked on the door: "Xiao Yang, I brought a junior to dinner, do you want to come with me?"

Xiao Yang quietly raised his head from the pile of things: "No, you guys go."

Lang Zhongming smiled: "Okay, then you can go to the cafeteria by yourself... Oh yes, go to bed early tonight, don't come to me, I will probably take him back."

Xiao Yang was taken aback for a moment, looked at this "junior" who was full of embarrassment, and silently lowered his eyes and said "um".

Lang Zhongming only thought that he was jealous, so he walked away with his arms around him in a good mood.

Xiao Yang thought of something else.

Ten years ago, he had just graduated.

Students graduating from the most popular majors of E University, who have received scholarships every year, naturally got a very good offer early, and their future is bright.

At that time, he really thought that the infamy he had borne for Lang Zhongming could be forgotten, and that when he gradually had a stable career and life, he would be able to leave the Lang family and live a good life.

It's a pity that all the good dreams ended with a phone call from the old man of the Ling family.

That day, he was still having a farewell drink with his classmates, and several teachers were also present. Professor Yuan drank too much, so he pulled him and boasted that he was his most proud student.

He was embarrassed and a little proud, thinking that he was about to leave school, he couldn't help feeling sour.

Then I received a call from Lang Dewen, telling him to go home and take the blame.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?"

"There is something...you need to do..."

From that moment on, he had lost his life.

Unlike the kid just now, he still has the opportunity to enjoy school life, and after graduation, he will have a bright future.

In fact, it was nothing, he was just a little envious.

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