desensitization therapy

Qu Lao's [-]th birthday banquet was held in an old villa in the middle of the mountain, and all the people who were invited were prominent figures in the political circle.As early as more than two months ago, Song Yuming specially sent someone to buy a fine golden maki painted pine and crane incense at the auction of the antique shop as a congratulatory gift, which is enough to show that he attaches great importance to this banquet.

Arriving at the Banshan mansion, Song Feijue changed into a well-fitting suit, and entered the other courtyard with Song Yuming.

It is said that this banquet was held by Qu Yao to celebrate his father's [-]th birthday, but it is not entirely true.At least the guests who came and went knew that Qu Yao, who was in the right momentum, was the real protagonist of the banquet.

At this moment, Qu Yao was surrounded by the guests, talking and laughing happily while toasting.Song Feijue caught a glimpse of Song Yuming's face gloomy for a moment from the corner of his eye, and then quickly returned to normal.

Not far away, Mrs. Qu and Wen Peitang were talking in a low voice in a corner, most of which were Mrs. Qu talking, and Wen Peitang nodded slightly, or replied briefly.

Song Yuming's footsteps paused for a moment, then strode towards that corner.

Wen Peitang also saw Song Yuming approaching, her whole body trembled imperceptibly, and then tried to steady herself, and fixed her eyes on Song Feijue who was following closely behind.

Song Feijue bowed his head to Mrs. Qu and said hello, his eyes skipped over the wine red dress Wen Peitang was wearing, without stopping.

Wen Peitang has a gentle temperament, and has always only liked light colors, not bright colors. After thinking about it, she should know who made the dress on her.

What's more, today is Wen Jingliang's death day.

The two sides greeted each other, Mrs. Qu was very considerate of the situation, and she knew why Song Yuming was there, and she talked about the beautiful scenes that Song Yuming was used to hearing, but Qu Yao never seemed to have the intention of coming to say hello.

Song Yuming's face remained unchanged, but Wen Peitang's face became paler and paler.

Fortunately, the banquet started soon. After the host announced the opening, Qu Yao, who was chatting and laughing among the guests just now, appeared together with Qu Lao.

Although Mr. Qu was eighty years old, he looked hale and hearty. As the protagonist on the stage, he took the lead in speaking for a while, and then Qu Yao delivered the speech.

"Are you okay?" Song Feijue heard Mrs. Qu asking Wen Peitang softly from behind, "There are guest rooms on the third floor, you can go and have a rest first when it starts."

Wen Peitang refused, saying only that he was fine.The second half of the sentence was a little fuzzy, and Song Feijue didn't need to think about it to know that Wen Peitang's complexion must be pale at the moment, and he couldn't even stabilize his figure.

But she couldn't relax for a moment.

Song Feijue raised his head and looked at the smiling old Qu on the stage.

He thought, when Wen Peitang looked at the people on the stage, he might be thinking——

Some people hold a banquet on their father's birthday, and some people celebrate other people's father's birthday on the anniversary of their father's death, how absurd it is.

When Qu Yao finished his speech, the waiter poured the rich light golden liquid into the champagne tower on the top floor. When one floor was full, it flowed to the next floor, and the banquet was announced to begin.

Wen Peitang held Song Yuming's arm, and whoever Song Yuming was talking to, Wen Peitang put on a forced smile.

Just looking at their backs, the two are completely a pair of intimate lovers without gaps.

Halfway through the banquet, Song Yuming asked the waiters where the lounge was. He looked at Wen Peitang with affectionate eyes, and thoughtfully explained: "My wife is a little tired and needs to take a rest."

The waiter understood, bowed and pointed Song Yuming to a room on the second floor.

Song Yuming thanked him with a smile, then turned his head to look at Wen Peitang, raised his arm, and signaled Wen Peitang to pull it up.

Wen Peitang's body tensed up, and he took a step back subconsciously: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I will go to Mrs. Qu now, she has promised me..."

"What are you talking about?" Song Yuming put his arms around Wen Peitang's shoulders, exerted a little force on his hands, and the smile on his face continued, "You are tired."

Wen Peitang's eyes dimmed completely.

The rest room is the third from the bottom on the second floor. Wen Peitang walked in front with Song Yuming on his arm, and Song Feijue followed.

Song Feijue was always silent, and just now two young ladies from another family took the initiative to chat with him, Song Feijue caught a glimpse of Song Yuming's intention to go upstairs, changed his normal behavior and didn't even bother to perfunctory, and followed straight up.

Knowing that Song Feijue was following, Song Yuming remained silent, only blocking the door when he entered.

Song Feijue held the door frame just in time to prevent the door from closing completely.

"I'll just take a break." Through a thin door, Wen Peitang was still deceiving himself sadly.

Song Feijue didn't speak, but looked straight into Song Yuming's eyes, and still didn't let go.

After a while, Song Yuming laughed first, and let go of his hand.

Song Feijue entered the room sideways and closed the door.

"Close the door." Song Yuming ordered.

Song Feijue didn't move, so Song Yuming repeated "close", this time before Song Feijue could make a move, Wen Peitang took a few steps forward and pressed the handle hastily.

Wen Peitang seemed to have forgotten that her son was already taller than her. She turned around and subconsciously stood in front of Song Feijue just like she did when she was a child.

This room is more of an infrequently used lounge than an actual guest room.The space wasn't too big, and there was even an electric shock baton in the corner, probably something used by patrolling security guards.

Song Yuming became interested in the electric shock rod. He first held it in his hand and played with it, then sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"Sit down."

Wen Peitang obeyed Song Yuming's orders, but never let Song Feijue be like her.For example, now, after hesitating for two seconds, she followed her advice and sat down on the sofa beside her.

Song Feijue stood straight beside her, with a premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Yuming threw the goblet in his hand.

Song Feijue reacted quickly, and stretched out his hand to block it. The goblet hit the back of his hand, fell again, and shattered under his feet.

"As I said," Song Yuming pulled a piece of paper and slowly wiped the red wine that accidentally dripped on his hand, "Be careful, why are you disobedient?"

Avoiding this time was not as easy as last time. Song Yuming stood up, leaned over the obstructing square table, grabbed Wen Peitang's hair, and forced her to speak.

Song Feijue subconsciously leaned over to stop him, but Song Yuming grabbed Wen Peitang's hair and smashed it down as if in a demonstration.

Wen Peitang's forehead hit the corner of the square table heavily, she didn't dare to call for help, and knew that not answering would make Song Yuming even more furious, so she could only answer in a painful whisper: "Mrs. Qu promised me, just wait a little longer... ..."

Before she finished speaking, the suppressed pain suddenly eased. Wen Peitang had a bad feeling, and looked up to see Song Yuming lying on his back beside the square table. The table was messy, and Song Feijue stood in front of her.

"Is it enough?" Song Feijue asked.

Song Yuming's tie was a little crooked, revealing a half-smile, squinting at Song Feijue.Suddenly, he simply tore off his tie and laughed out loud.

Intangible fear clenched Wen Peitang's heart. She was terrified and wanted to explain, but the voice of the waiter suddenly came from outside the door.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Qu is waiting for you in the courtyard."

The other party didn't seem to hear the sound just now, and the tone was ordinary.

Song Yuming's movements paused, the corners of his mouth curled up ironically, and he answered "Got it", smoothed out the wrinkles on the tie, and slowly tied it on again.

It was as if a farce had come to an end in the room, with red wine and broken glass goblets covering half of the carpet, and a table full of mess, Song Feijue and Song Yuming were facing each other across a square table.

After fastening his tie, Song Yuming stood up calmly, picked up the electric shock baton, walked around the square table, and walked slowly to Song Feijue's right.

The first time the current was not strong, Song Feijue's knee was hit hard, and he heard Song Yuming's cold voice: "Kneel down."

Seeing that Song Feijue didn't respond, Song Yuming sneered, and this time he adjusted the current to the highest.

First came the uncontrollable pain, then the numb conditioned reflex, and finally a slight crack appeared on Song Feijue's calm expression.

Electricity ran through his knees and down to the tearing of insensibility and convulsions.

Before the electric shock baton was raised for the third time, Song Feijue knelt down on the shards of the glass goblet.

No one can tell whether the black suit pants are stained with red wine or blood.

Wen Peitang's reaction was far greater than before. She rushed forward, trying to pull Song Feijue up with trembling hands, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably because of the glass shards that had been pierced into it.

"If you want to kneel, kneel longer," Song Yuming deliberately lowered his voice, straightened his suit without haste, and threw the electric shock baton on the sofa. "It's really a good thing for dog training."

Vaguely, Song Feijue heard Song Yuming open the door, and told the waiter outside the door: "The dog is reckless, and accidentally broke the goblet in the lounge, and I will trouble you to clean it up."

Song Feijue couldn't hear what the other party said at all, and the belated pain had spread to his whole body.He straightened up numbly, and after a while, the waiter outside knocked on the door and asked if he could come in to clean up.

Wen Peitang didn't answer immediately, she wiped away the tears on her face in a panic, staggered to the door and opened a small opening, asking the other party to prepare alcohol and cotton pads.

The waiter didn't seem to be curious about what was going on inside, and complied politely.

Song Feijue stooped stiffly to pick up the phone that had accidentally slipped to the ground just now, and the screen lit up, showing a new message from Fang Zhilian.

He wasn't interested in checking it, so he just pressed the power off button.

After Wen Peitang ordered what he needed, he turned around and met Song Feijue's gaze.Her eyes were still red from crying, but Song Feijue's eyes were full of tranquility, like a pool of stagnant water that could no longer make waves.

After looking at each other for a long time, Wen Peitang looked away first, turned her back, and covered her face almost collapsed, to prevent the slightest sound from crying.

Song Feijue withdrew his gaze. After a while, he sank back into the sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

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