Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Looking at the impatience in the boy's eyes, Chen Ming regretted that he didn't investigate Song Zui's whereabouts. He obviously thought that there were too few people who hadn't had a good time and came to ask for trouble, so he didn't take him seriously at all.

Cold sweat oozes from his wrinkled forehead. It is not a piece of cake to be able to pick up two strong men with both hands to deal with him. How did the little white flower that looks soft and weak become the overlord flower?

Chen Ming tried his best to maintain his composure, and raised his mobile phone to threaten the young man who provoked trouble: "I can call the police."

Song Zui just oh.

"I've already signed up."

It would be embarrassing to do something to an old man, and it would be fine to send him to prison and lose his freedom for labor reform. After all, respecting the old and loving the young are the traditional virtues of Huaguo.

Chen Ming concealed his panic and the old god was denying: "I can't understand what you are talking about."

Even if the police came, they had to have evidence to arrest people. He didn't think his loyal subordinates would betray him.

Song Zui raised his eyebrows and played the phone's recording.

The triumphant voice of Chen Ming's subordinates came from the phone: "How stupid would you ask us what we are here for? Of course we are here to kidnap you. If you want to blame it, blame your boyfriend for offending Chen Ming. It's a pity that you have such a pretty face."

Chen Ming's whitish pupils shrank suddenly, wishing that his two subordinates would pass out. What evidence would the two trash leave behind?

Who would have thought that the boy in front of him was a stubble?

He heard the siren of a police car not far away. He never thought that he would spend the rest of his life in prison, nor did he think about running away.

The money on his body is enough for him to smuggle abroad. It is better to live an ordinary middle-class life than to live in prison.

However, Chen Ming was grabbed by the young man from behind just two steps after he ran out the door. He felt the force from the back of his neck and knew that it was impossible to escape from Song Zui's grasp.

Chen Ming couldn't help but said: "You will regret it if you help He Shanting."

Song Zui was speechless.

He never thought of helping He Shanting, who let Chen Ming take the initiative to bump into him, what does the old animal's hatred have to do with him?

Song Zui naturally wanted to say nice things in front of outsiders: "He's so nice, why didn't I help him? He's the most innocent boy I've ever seen."

Is it so simple as to pretend to be sick in the hospital?

Simple enough to win the He family, right?

Simple enough to bankrupt him?

Chen Ming almost went mad with anger, the word boy reverberated in his mind, and the goosebumps on his arms were about to rise.

"What's so good about He Shanting?" A sharp voice burst out from his throat, "It's just a bastard whose biological father is unknown."

Song Zui had read the wealthy family article sent by Feng Siwen. Compared with the amazing grievances of the wealthy family, the unknown biological father is nothing. Besides, with the status of He Shanting's mother, who the biological father is is not important at all.

He responded extremely indifferently: "Isn't it enough to be sure it's He's blood?"

Even if the Xu family knew it, they would pretend not to know it. In the face of power, blood relationship is not much better than paper.

Chen Ming originally thought that there would be a rift between the two of them, and that he would not make it easier for He Shanting if he went to jail, but he didn't expect Song Zui to be so calm about this matter, so he froze for a while before speaking.

"You don't know that he has a brain problem, right? He was chained and locked up in the basement when he got sick. If he didn't have children, how could he inherit the He family?"

Chen Ming still remembers the first time he saw He Shanting. He Shanting's mother asked him to talk about going public. The huge wall was covered with He Shanting's photos and certificates.

From the photo, he saw He Shanting, who was eight or nine years old, with pale skin and mixed race. Xu had just participated in the fencing competition with cold brows and eyes, and looked dignified.

The He family through and through.

He lamented that He Shanting was outstanding at such a young age, with a vague aura of a superior person on his body, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of demeanor he will be when he grows up.

However, just as he was about to bid farewell to the He family, he heard a scalp-tingling movement from under the floor, and he saw a child with a pale face push open the basement door with his hands.

The child's hands were tied with silver chains, and his fingers were dripping with blood from the door, dripping with blood, like a chained cub.

He recognized He Shanting from those blue-gray eyes.

"Where's his mother?"

Song Zui didn't believe Chen Ming's words. Although he didn't like Ating's mother, who would dare to lock A Ting in the basement with Ating's mother around.

"Who would like a sick and violent child? He ignored the referee and stabbed someone in the fencing competition." A distorted smile appeared on Chen Ming's face, "It was his mother who locked him up in the basement."

"Think about it." Chen Ming sighed, "How can a perfect person like his mother endure that his child is a defective product, so please don't let anyone get close to him? How can he talk when I see him?" Forgot all."

Song Zui squeezed his hands tightly.

He didn't want to believe that what Chen Ming said was true, but Chen Ming didn't need to tell him lies. It was hard to imagine that the proud and picky Ating would be locked up in the basement alone, with no one to talk to and no beautiful clothes.

How sad his Ating must be.

"The Xu family is soft-hearted, and actually persuaded his mother to release him, and found a doctor for him in the southwest and arranged a place for him to live."

Song Zui suddenly understood why he met A Ting in the remote southwest. At that time, A Ting probably lived in a building at the end of the mountain forest.

Chen Ming's tone was full of regret: "If it's me, I'll starve that bastard to death. Why pretend to be noble?"

He couldn't understand He Shanting's arrogant appearance the most, as if he was so superior to others, obviously he was so unbearable in the past.

When Song Zui heard the last sentence, his lips that were glowing with water were pursed into a thin straight line. He knew that it was not wise to take action against Chen Ming, and force was not the right way to solve the matter.

His mind was surprisingly calm, but he still lifted the red wine bottle on the table and smashed it hard at Chen Ming's head.

The wine bottle suddenly fell apart.

Chen Ming couldn't believe it and fell to the ground. The blood mixed with the wine splashed on Song Zui's face and slid down his chin to the clean jade pendant. The boy still had no expression on his face.

The air suddenly became extremely quiet.

After a while, the police arrived at the scene. The policeman said to the expressionless boy, "You are afraid that he will escape and you can't do anything. Next time, you need to be calm and understand?"

Song Zui just took off the jade pendant around his neck and quietly looked at the blood-stained glass jade.

He had never encountered any good things in his life. He would always be caught if he skipped class. He wanted to cure old Deng but watched him jump with his own eyes. He wanted to grow taller but he would never grow taller again.

When he escaped from the boxing ring and fell on the ground dying, the surrounding seemed to be as quiet as before, and he could hear the very thin chirping of birds, beasts and insects, like a vulture representing death hovering in the sky.

Only the man bent down and gave him a candy.

At that time, he didn't know the identity of the other party, he thought it was probably the god of mountains, rivers and seas, otherwise how could he hug him who was full of anger.

His eyes were injured and he couldn't see. He could only hear the sound of metal knocking on the opponent's body, which was the best sound he had ever heard.

His condition at that time was very bad, his extreme sharpness was like a fragile knife edge, he didn't care about anything, he felt that life was meaningless, he had no intention of committing suicide, but the idea of ​​living was not strong.

However, a man will put down the things in his hand and tell him a story, he will gently touch his head and praise you for being smart and should go to college, and he will helplessly take away the courageous him who sits on the roof.

So much so that he passed the most difficult time heartlessly, the scars were smoothed out by the other party silently, there was no psychological shadow or haze, and he could sit on the rooftop drinking milk tea and show off to Lao Deng that you couldn't drink it.

He doesn't want to read, who likes boring books.

But because of what the man said, he began to read books seriously, and because the other party was in the Shanghai stock market, he agreed to Xu Ning to go to the Shanghai stock market. Because the other party gave him a candy, he always had a lot of candy.

He worked hard to learn to live a good life, treated people politely and calmly, restrained his too sharp fangs.

Song Zui can't describe it in beautiful words, but to him, the other party is a god, and he shines faintly because of his encounter with the god.

He can't tell the direction of the light, but the other party's location is the direction of the light. He can walk forward with his eyes closed and fall steadily into a warm embrace.

But he didn't think that the man's hands were bound by chains, the pleasant sound of metal knocking was the sound of chains, and the huge building was a cage that trapped He Shanting.

He has never seen the other party's gaffe, and what is left to himself is always a gentle side. Even if he is bound by cold chains, he still tries his best to give him enough warm hugs.

The surface of the sun is burning all the time, warming the cold and dead planet, but when the mass is lost, the sun will also go out.

Song Zui lowered his dark eyes to suppress the surging emotions.

The blind boy was covered in bruises.

Someone gave him a candy, and he thought he had met a god.

But the god is just a bound patient.