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Song Ling's body was stiff and trembling, like a wild animal trapped in a cage. Outside the cage were enemies holding bayonets and spears. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he would immediately stab him.

And Zhou Qingluo was like a life-saving straw. In order to fight for him, he had already been stabbed full of holes.

He hugged Zhou Qingluo tightly, like holding a life-saving straw, for fear that even the only straw would be pulled away.

No one knew what Zhou Qingluo meant to him, and no one could take Zhou Qingluo away from him.

"Qing Luo, you said here that wherever you go, you will take me there, do you remember?"

Zhou Qingluo had never seen Song Ling so helpless.

Zhou Qingluo didn't know what those bastards of the Song family did to him to make him like this.

How strong willpower he needs to survive in this dragon's pool and tiger's den until now, and how powerful his abilities and skills are needed to make this group of people who have been staring at him daunting.

Zhou Qingluo's throat tightened, he hugged him, and patted his back to comfort him, "Remember, I don't want their money, don't worry."

Finally, Song Ling's stiff body slowly relaxed, like a trapped animal that had been in fear and found a safe haven.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and hugged him tightly.

"Qing Luo, you are so kind."

"You are good too."

In the empty underground garage, surrounded by the entire cartoon of "Broken Cocoon", the two embraced tightly under the flying butterflies.

Zhou Yunqian returned to the Song family to return to his command, and Song Jinyi was a little surprised to see him come back alone with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

But he quickly regained his composure, "Say."

Zhou Yunqian bowed his waist and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Chairman, Second Young Master, he doesn't want to come back with me."

"tell me the story."

"The second young master threatened me with a knife."

"Stand up straight, let me see."

Zhou Yunqian stood up straight, and Song Jinyi sat gracefully at the desk in the study, his face was a little sickly pale, behind him was a mahogany bookcase that covered the whole wall, and the bookcases were full of psychological works.

Song Jinyi's city mansion is extremely deep and scheming, and the thousands of books on psychology on this wall are all his military advisers.

Song Jinyi walked into him, stretched out his fingers and picked the hole in his chest that was cut by Song Ling, and seemed to sigh regretfully.

"Song Ling didn't stab him."

Song Jinyi once said that Song Ling is his most proud work.

Zhou Yunqian suddenly felt terrible, how many people did the man in front of him regard as his work, or how many people in the world were his works.

Zhou Yunqian remembered what Zhou Qingluo scolded him——

With the owner's money, what you do is not human affairs.

Zhou Yunqian bent down again to apologize, "Chairman, I am very sorry. The second young master has changed, and I may not be able to control him anymore. You should find another way. I am really incompetent. You can fire me."

Song Jinyi got up slowly, "Yun Qian, you have been scaring Song Ling for so many years. Song Ling saw you like a cat seeing a mouse. You seem to be useless as a cat. You were bullied into this by a mouse. Look, what the hell happened? Huh?"

Thinking of Song Ling's threat again——

Don't fight me, Secretary Zhou.

If I have no ability, how can I live until now?

Zhou Yunqian closed his eyes, "I'm useless."

Song Jinyi sneered, "By the way, your son is also ten years old now, the same age as Song Ling when he returned to the Song family."

Zhou Yunqian suddenly opened his eyes, and the scenes of him being the black hand of Song Jinyi's mother and son, torturing Song Ling in every possible way emerged in his head.

Song Jinyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't treat your son like that, but we have to think long-term about the poisonous seafood."

Zhou Yunqian has been with Song Ling for so many years, so don't you know what he is thinking.

The last time Baomu Group was affected by poisonous seafood, it seems that the turmoil has passed, and the contract with the file number has been spread on various small websites, and consumers are also skeptical.

Baomu Group's food products have gradually lost their reputation, celebrities are afraid to accept endorsements, and sales have been sluggish.

Song Jinyi wanted to find someone to take the blame and regain the trust of consumers.

But Zhou Yunqian knew that none of these would help.

The person who reported it seemed to know the whole context of Baomu Group very well, and came to the Song family, pinching its lifeblood tightly, making it live as long as it lives, and letting it die as it dies.

That person must be Song Ling.

Baomu Group, a big tree that blocks the sky and the sun, is withering little by little.

Therefore, Song Jinyi must not let Song Jinyi know that he started the company behind Song Jinyi's back.

Zhou Yunqian: "A good chairman, I will take care of it, as long as my wife and children are doing well, I will take care of it."

Song Ling was very satisfied, "Go, thank you Yunqian."

"It's not hard."

Zhou Yunqian turned around and walked out. After living for 40 years, he finally died.

I especially remember that when Song Ling was still young, with blood on the corner of his mouth, he knelt in front of him, like a dying wolf cub, but his head was held high, and his eyes were especially fierce and cold.

"Zhou Yunqian, just wait, you will suffer retribution."

As soon as Zhou Yunqian walked outside the door, his phone rang with a ding. It was the number of an advertising platform without affiliation, and he sent him a document and a video.

In the document is the journal of his bank account, and the sums of money transferred from the company are clear at a glance.

The video was intercepted from a surveillance camera. His wife was having dinner with the parents of the students, paying the money with one hand and signing with the other.

Zhou Yunqian closed his eyes.

He remembered Song Ling's extremely cold voice just now.

【Secretary Zhou, don't fight me. 】

Torture an innocent life, everyone will suffer, not just him.

Just let him go to hell and accumulate some blessings for his son.

Before Song Ling woke up, Zhou Qingluo went to see Guan Minglang at the Shiji Minglang Hospital.

Zhou Qingluo told Song Ling about the abnormal situation this time.

Unexpectedly, Guan Minglang was very happy, "Really? How dare he stab Zhou Yunqian?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Guan Minglang asked again: "Recall, why did Song Ling suddenly stab Zhou Yunqian with a knife when he appeared?"

Zhou Qingluo recalled, "At that time, he asked Song Ling to go back to Song's house, and I scolded those people. Song Ling stood beside me and didn't speak. Then, Zhou Yunqian came over, looked me over, and handed me some money. Let me not stop, Song Ling rushed over to get the heart that stabbed him."

Guan Minglang nodded while recording, "Well, good job."

Zhou Qingluo was a little speechless, he was wondering whether to change Song Ling to a psychiatrist.

"...Doctor Guan, shouldn't we analyze this matter from a professional point of view instead of logic?"

Guan Minglang was taking notes while saying, "Song Ling has a little learned fear of Zhou Yunqian."

Zhou Qingluo was stunned, "What is learned fear?"

Guan Minglang: "There is only one person who has tortured you since you were a child. When you see him, you will be subconsciously afraid and obey him involuntarily."

Zhou Qingluo stayed where he was.

"I interviewed Song Ling's playmates in the past. For a long time, as long as anyone played well with Song Ling, Zhou Yunqian threatened him with the power of the Song family, or beat him in front of Song Ling, or took money. Go test him, anyway, no one will play with Song Ling, as for what he did to Song Ling, only he and Song Ling know."

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth tightly and did not speak.

It's really a beast.

Guan Minglang stopped writing, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't get immersed in it, don't forget, you are here to help him, you are great, for you, he resisted, although the method is a bit extreme, we can guide you slowly He did it right."

Zhou Qingluo breathed out, "He didn't talk after dinner last night, as if immersed in his own world, he kept typing on the computer, I wanted to see what he was doing, but he didn't let me watch, he went to bed very late , When I came out, he hadn't woken up yet, and he probably hasn't woken up yet, could he have a serious illness like the one in the TV series, and then lose his memory or something."

Guan Minglang remembered and suddenly stopped writing, and looked up at him in disbelief.

Zhou Qingluo: "What's wrong?"

Guan Minglang: "Do you live together?"

Zhou Qingluo: "..." Is this the point?What he asked was obviously whether Song Ling would lose his memory.

Maybe it was because he was sick too much in his previous life. Zhou Qingluo made an analogy. Maybe he had a little learned trust in doctors, thinking that all questions asked by doctors were related to treatment.

Especially related to this kind of mental illness, it is normal for doctors to ask strange questions.

"Yes, he moved out from the Song family not long ago. He has no place to live and hasn't found a job for the time being. He probably doesn't have much money on him, so I let him live in my house first."

Guan Minglang was dumbfounded, "He doesn't have any money with him?"

Then the hospital's annual dividend of nearly 1000 million is fed to the dog?

Speaking of this, Zhou Qingluo became angry, and couldn't help but whisper, "He moved out from the Song family, and he didn't bring any valuables, and he didn't bring any clothes. , I don’t have much savings left.”

When Guan Minglang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect that Song Ling would actually move to Zhou Qingluo's house.

However, it is a good thing that Song Ling has this situation. He consciously grasps something, and if there is desire, there will be hope.

He really wanted to see the desperation of some wicked capitalists who were kicked out of their homes after losing their vests.

"Doctor Guan, in Song Ling's situation, can you divert his attention by finding a job with 996?"

Guan Minglang's expression froze visibly with the naked eye. After thinking about it, this alternative healing method is not impossible, "Can you try it?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Understood!"

Zhou Qingluo felt that Guan Minglang was a little unreliable. He said that Song Ling was seriously ill, but when he told him about Song Ling's situation, he kept smiling.

"Doctor Guan, let me ask you, will Song Ling lose his memory due to stimulation?"

"There is a certain probability, if he loses his memory, you just bring him for treatment."

"..."

"Song Ling is getting better. Let's take it slowly. Don't worry. Learned helplessness is to resist all the time but fail all the time. If he succeeds, he may doubt himself for a short time. Give him appropriate encouragement and affirm his actions. .”

Zhou Qingluo recalled the conversation with Song Ling that night.

Song Ling said that he had never taught this group of people a lesson, and if he did, he would kiss him himself.

kiss him!

Zhou Qingluo involuntarily opened his eyes wide.

Guan Minglang: "Did he ask you for a reward?"

"..." Now Guan Minglang looked like a psychiatrist, "No!"

"lie."

"..."

"Give him whatever reward he wants, it's not easy for children."

Zhou Qingluo came out from Guan Minglang's place and happened to pass by the small wonton shop.

He walked into the store, ready to pack small wontons with seaweed and shrimp skin.

The news is playing on the TV in the store.

"Zhou Yunqian, the former secretary of the chairman of Baomu Group, was suspected of using the funds of Baomu Group to resell poisonous seafood. He was condemned by his conscience and surrendered to the public security organ. His wife was the former principal of No. [-] Middle School. She was dismissed for alleged unfair transactions. Education and people's livelihood are incompatible. Capital black hands..."

Everyone who was having breakfast applauded.

"It turns out that everything uploaded on the Internet is true."

"My grandson said that the hackers hacked the Baomu Group's information system to obtain the information. Of course it is true."

"Hacker hacking? No way, hacking other people's systems is illegal, so why don't you arrest them?"

"My grandson said he couldn't catch it, saying that the hacker was amazing."

"I don't believe this anymore."

The screen cuts to the scene where the husband and wife are taken away. The ten-year-old son has a mosaic on his face and is crying loudly.

Zhou Qingluo looked at the child on the screen, it turned out that a ten-year-old child is only that old.

And Song Ling fell into Zhou Yunqian's clutches when he was ten years old, and began a life like purgatory.

Zhou Yunqian's son was not wrong, so what's wrong with Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo began to believe in retribution.

Zhou Qingluo packed shrimp skin wontons and a dumpling with crab roe soup, and when he walked out of the wonton shop, Song Ling called.

"Where are you?"

"I went out to buy breakfast, I'll be right back."

"Where is it? I'll pick you up by bike."

"I got out of the car."

"..."

"Get up and wash up, and buy breakfast."

When Zhou Qingluo returned home, Song Ling had already washed up and was sitting at the dining table waiting to eat.

He put the steaming wontons in front of Song Ling, "Eat it, it's the small shrimp skin wontons with seaweed and crab roe soup dumplings from that store, I didn't eat them last night."

Song Ling looked at Little Wonton and said nothing.

Why is Zhou Qingluo so good? He grows up in the sun and has a soft and kind heart, while he lives in the dark, looks twisted and deformed, walks on the edge of hell, and once he loses control, he will fall into hell.

When Zhou Qingluo asked him why he carried a knife with him, his eyes were terrified and his voice was trembling. Was he afraid of himself?

Zhou Qingluo glanced at it, it turned out that there was a chopped green onion floating in the soup, probably the boss accidentally added it when he sprinkled it.

Zhou Qingluo picked up the spoon and scooped out the scallion, "There are no more scallions, let's eat."

Song Ling still didn't move his chopsticks, but sat in a daze, as if wandering in the sky.

Zhou Qingluo felt something was wrong, so he yelled at him: "Song Ling?"

Song Ling came back to his senses and looked at him, his eyes were blank for a moment.

Zhou Qingluo was terrified, and stretched out his hand to touch Song Ling's head, and then his own.

Did Song Ling lose his memory?

It shouldn't be, just now he called himself.

But he still had to make sure.

He asked cautiously: "Song Ling? Do you remember who you are?"

Song Ling came back to his senses and looked at him steadfastly, but didn't answer his words.

Zhou Qingluo stretched out two fingers slowly, held his breath and asked, "Song Ling, what is this?"

Song Ling looked at these two fingers, and curled his lips. On the white knuckles, there were red strangle marks left by holding the small wonton.

Song Ling suddenly wanted to tease him, "Three."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at his two fingers in disbelief, then looked at Song Ling worriedly, and pushed his hand forward again, "Would you like to read it again?"

Song Ling didn't change his expression: "Four."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but patted his forehead, crying in a low voice, "I only know that being stimulated can cause memory loss, but I haven't heard that it can damage intelligence."

Song Ling couldn't pretend anymore, he laughed out loud, and patted the back of his head, "Stupid."

Zhou Qingluo looked at him, a little dazed, but after a while, he reacted and gave him a blank look, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Song Ling: "I'm wrong, can I? I'll do your best for you."

"go away."

"Then make chicken and duck."

"Tsk, besides, don't eat."

Song Ling stretched out his leg restlessly, hooked his calf, lowered his voice, and spoke in a bubbly voice of a scumbag, "Can't you be a duck?"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him.

"Qing Luo, don't kick around. If you kick it badly, you won't be able to be a duck."

Zhou Qingluo glared at him with a blushing face, holding back his anger, vivid and cute.

Song Ling teased and teased herself.

Song Erling pulled it up non-stop, as if rushing to make a duck.

So Song Ling shut himself up.

Seeing him bewildered, Zhou Qingluo stopped, still a little unaccustomed to it.

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

It suddenly occurred to Zhou Qingluo that he still had something serious to tell Song Ling.

He took out his mobile phone and handed it to Song Ling, "Look, the bad guys have been punished."

Song Ling's eyes turned cold, and he smiled, "It's not retribution, it's punishment."

Zhou Qingluo took out a knife from his pocket and handed it to Song Ling. It was the knife he threw away yesterday.

Song Ling was silent, looked at Zhou Qingluo, and explained anxiously, "Qingluo, I couldn't control it yesterday."

He was too afraid that Zhou Qingluo would take the money and stay away from him like he did countless times before.

"In the future I..."

Zhou Qingluo: "When those people come to you in the future, you can teach them this with a knife, but don't stab them, or you will go to jail, it's not worth it."

Song Ling: "?"

Zhou Qingluo looked upright: "The enemy is like a spring. If you are strong, he will be weak, and if you are weak, he will be strong."

While he was in a daze, Zhou Qingluo followed his example, brushed his bangs away, and kissed his forehead.

"Reward delivered."