What kind of evil can a puppy have?

The driver was not Uncle Liu, but Song Zhoulin's secretary, Dai Bo.

Dai Bo is not much older than Song Jingzhou. He is only 26 this year. He is a returnee with a double degree.There are many companies that poach him, but he has not changed since he returned to China at the age of 23 and became Song Zhoulin's secretary.

Song Jingzhou didn't like to look at Dai Bo very much. His eyes were narrow and long. Although he was wearing a pair of gold thin-rimmed glasses, they couldn't hide the sharpness of his eyes, as if he could see through any thoughts in his heart.

Dai Bo had a bluetooth headset in his ear, and while driving the car, he was talking on the phone with the other side. The voice was a little low, but it could be heard by Song Zhoulin in the back row.

Finally, he hung up the phone, nodded slightly, and said, "Mr. Song, the matter has been settled. You are free from now until twelve noon tomorrow."

Song Jingzhou and Song Zhoulin were sitting together in the back row. His hands were on his lap, his knuckles were slightly bent, and his fingertips covered by his trousers were digging into the flesh.

What happened next, he knew.

Song Zhoulin only said lightly: "Understood."

All the way silent, the car slowly drove into the garage.

Dai Bo opened the car door for Song Zhoulin. Before getting out of the car, the latter said, "The things are in the trunk, take them to the study."

"Yes."

The trunk was empty, except for a black flannel box about one meter long.

Song Zhoulin gave Song Jingzhou many "gifts", and they were all the same thing - thorny thorns.

Song Jingzhou picked up the box and went to the study. Song Zhoulin hadn't come yet, and the room was dark.

He turned on the light, opened the box, took out the light brown and green wattle, and placed it on the desk.

As long as he appears in the study, the curtains must be drawn tightly so that no light can penetrate—Song Zhoulin is afraid of being photographed of invisible things.

Song Zhoulin came after taking a shower, with a bath towel on his shoulders, his hair was still dripping with water.

He calmly sat in the leather swivel chair, crossed his legs, picked up the thorn and looked at it for a moment, then asked calmly, "Why did you lie to me?"

Song Jingzhou didn't answer, but said, "I'm sorry."

"You know I don't want to hear these useless apologies, I just want reasons."

The study room was so quiet that Song Jingzhou couldn't hear his own breathing, as if he was frozen in an instant, lifeless.

"I want to have a free weekend."

As soon as the words fell, the ashtray on the table was smashed directly, and it fell heavily on his shoulder. With a dull sound, it fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.

Song Jingzhou's body trembled for a moment, but his face remained unmoved. Although he nodded, he stood up straight.

This is the second time he has said something similar since he has lived for 18 years. The last time was three years ago when he just entered high school.

"Come here." Song Zhoulin held the handle of Vitex tightly and said coldly.

Song Jingzhou stepped forward without a word, and stopped half a meter away from Songzhou Forest. He turned his back and was not able to stand still. He was kicked violently in the hollow of his knee, and knelt down on the cold and hard solid wood floor with a "plop".

Before he could react to the pain in his knee, he felt a sharp sensation on his back. It should be pain, but Song Jingzhou couldn't feel it.

Song Zhoulin's hands were ruthless, and his shirt was punctured all the way down, and a bloodstain with red beads appeared on his fair skin instantly.

Vitex swings back and forth at high frequency, making a low buzzing sound.

Song Zhoulin looked at the wound with drooping eyes, seemingly satisfied, the corners of his mouth relaxed, but his tone was calm, as if he was discussing with Song Jingzhou what to eat tomorrow morning.

"How many wattle is this?"

When Song Jingzhou lowered his head, a section of vertebrae would protrude from the back of his neck, stretching the skin, revealing gray blood vessels faintly.

"No. 60 nine."

Another whip fell, forming a standard ninety-degree cross with the scar just now.

"It's all 69, why don't you have a long memory?" Song Zhoulin squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Song Jingzhou's straight waist for half a second, and suddenly kicked it up again!

Song Jingzhou was caught off guard and prostrated himself on the ground with his hands on the ground without any other movements.

"Aren't you convinced?" Song Zhoulin squatted down, grabbed Song Jingzhou's hair, and pulled it hard, forcing him to look at him.

Song Zhoulin was smiling, as if looking at a plaything, his eyes were full of coldness.

Song Jingzhou just bumped his forehead, and his cheek brushed the ground, his face was white and red, looking very pitiful.

But his eyes could not make people feel pity, neither hot nor cold, just looking at him lightly, as if thousands of things couldn't get into his eyes.

Song Zhoulin hated his look very much.

The anger exploded instantly like a balloon dripped with orange juice.

He pulled Song Jingzhou's hair and threw it forward, like smashing a vase, only to hear a loud "boom--", Song Jingzhou hit the corner of the table with his head sideways, and bright red blood gushed out immediately.

"Who allowed you to look at me like this?!" Another strand crossed the chest from the right shoulder, across half of the chest.

"You eat mine, drink mine and use mine, why dare you look at me like that?!"

Song Jingzhou stabilized his body, knelt down again, and subconsciously touched his head with a slippery hand.

He glanced at Song Zhoulin hastily, then lowered his head again, curling the corners of his lips in a sneer.

"Are you laughing? What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me? Song Jingzhou, how dare you!"

The almost imperceptible smile caused Song Zhoulin to explode again. He used Song Jingzhou as a simple tool to vent his anger, and took turns to fight with punches, feet, and thorns.

The violence lasted for nearly seven and a half minutes. Song Zhoulin was tired and his hair was still wet, but it was all sweat.

Song Zhoulin threw away the broken twig, and condescended to Song Jingzhou, "The school asked for a week's leave, and I asked Dai Bo to take you to the hospital."

Song Jingzhou didn't have a single piece of good flesh on his body, and his white shirt had been dyed blood red, and the exposed skin had long lost its original color, leaving only three colors of blue, red, and purple.

When I bent over, my ribs hurt badly, and two of them should have been broken by kicking.He tried his best to stand up against the corner of the table, the tearing feeling on his body was like ten thousand ants crawling on his body, densely packed and pervasive, making him feel that this body was not his own.

His vision was blurred, as if covered by a red curtain, and he reached out to wipe it away, only to find that it was blood flowing from his head.

He walked towards the door step by step, away from the support of the desk, his body was staggering, and he was about to fall at any moment, like a willow in the wind.

After all, he didn't fall down. The door of the study opened when he was one meter away from the door, and Dai Bo was outside.

Seeing Song Jingzhou like this, Dai Bo was not surprised. The robot stepped forward to support him as usual, "The hospital has been contacted, and I will send you there, young master."

...Master?

He couldn't bear the title.

Whose young master will be beaten since he was three years old, and when he was 15 years old, he was beaten to bed for three months because he failed an exam and got No.2?

He still remembers that feeling to this day—the pain was so painful that he couldn't feel any other feeling, his whole body was screaming from inside to outside, and the blood seemed to break through the thin skin and explode into bloody flowers.

He was just a dog raised by Song Zhoulin, and he was taken out when needed to show off how well the dog taught, and when he was not needed, he would fuck each other for fun.

It is God's mercy that he can live till now.