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Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling got their salaries, and they wanted to buy some gifts for Zhou Shoulin, but neither of them had any good ideas.

After work, the two of them went to the mall, and after shopping around, Zhou Qingluo only bought two pairs of socks.

Zhou Qingluo was a little disappointed, "I don't know what I want to buy for my dad. What do you think I should buy for my dad?"

Song Ling looked at him silently.

Zhou Qingluo shrugged his shoulders. He asked a question. Song Ling was inexperienced in this kind of thing.

Song Ling thought about it seriously, and really gave a suggestion: "How about buying a massage chair?"

"There's nowhere to put it at home."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo slapped his head, "I understand, buy a latex mattress and latex pillow for my dad."

The two hit it off, turned around and went into the mall again.

It's a pity that I couldn't buy latex mattresses and latex pillows, but I ran into Song Jinyi.

He led a team of people around the mall in suits and leather shoes, a typical overlord patrolling the mall.

Zhou Qingluo asked quietly: "This shopping mall is also your home... oh, Baomu's?"

Song Ling: "Yes."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a while, "I'll go and return these socks."

But before turning around to leave, Song Jinyi smiled and walked towards them.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he ran away at this time.

Besides, Song Jinyi was just a sick man, his face was pale, and he looked like a reed pole, if he really got into a fight, he would definitely be able to fight it.

He was gentle and gentle on the surface, but his whole person was lifeless, a bit like the dead tranquility before the storm.

He led a group of people over, seemingly blatantly malicious.

Zhou Qingluo quietly asked Song Ling: "Are you afraid? You are hiding behind me."

Before Song Ling could speak, Zhou Qingluo was already standing in front of him, like an attack ready to fight, ready to protect him at all times.

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo's hairy head and was a little moved.

Every time Zhou Qingluo met someone from the Song family, Zhou Qingluo was always like this, and his first reaction was to keep him behind.

It's time for the Song family to wake up from this nightmare. If they don't wake up for a day, Zhou Qingluo will block him behind him without hesitation like now, for fear that he will go back and fall into the boundless darkness.

He couldn't let Qing Luo worry about him.

Song Ling closed his eyes, wiped away the tenderness in his eyes, and when he looked up again, his eyes were as cold as usual.

He took a step forward, stood in front of Zhou Qingluo, and blocked Zhou Qingluo behind him, just as Song Jinyi also stopped, and the two looked at each other.

Song Ling raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes mocking and playful.

Song Jinyi was stunned, and soon returned to normal. After not seeing him for a while, Song Ling became more and more energetic. There was no hatred and evil in those eyes, and there was a desire to survive, which made him very disappointed.

This is not the man who wants to die with the world, this is not the result he wants.

But he will soon have a new chess piece.

Song Jinyi was still looking like a spring breeze. Because of his weakness, he coughed lightly, his eyes bypassed Song Ling, and looked at Zhou Qingluo behind him.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, "A Ling, new friend? Won't you introduce me to brother?"

Song Ling sneered, "Isn't this the entrepreneur of more than [-] people in Qingling City, the city's outstanding youth representative, my half-brother, Mr. Song Jinyi?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Is he attached to Song Ling at this time?

Zhou Qingluo nodded with great satisfaction. Song Ling has also obtained his true biography now, and the ability of Mai Tairen has increased a lot.

Seeing how well the word "half father and mother" is used, the relationship between him and the Song family is immediately wiped out.

Those followers were stunned.

Isn't it always rumored that the Second Young Master Song is the illegitimate son of the Song family, and the Song family took him back to the Song family for a good life regardless of the past?

What the hell are half-parents?

How big is this melon?

Each play their own way?

Who is not his own?

too messy.

Song Jinyi patted him on the shoulder, "It's time to go home when you've had enough trouble. Dad said he would pick you up today. He's probably on his way now. Oh, by the way, he even bought a lot of grapes as a thank you gift." .”

Song Ling shook off his hand, grabbed Zhou Qingluo and wanted to leave.

It's time for the Song family to wake up from this nightmare.

He had disturbed the chickens and dogs a few days ago, and the Song family was busy with the aftermath. He lived so comfortably that he almost forgot what kind of bereaved dogs the Song family were.

But Song Jinyi held him down, leaned close to his ear, looked at Zhou Qingluo behind him with gloomy eyes, and whispered: "Our dad has a lot of ways to make you go home obediently, doesn't he?"

Song Ling clenched his fist tightly, his veins bulging.

Zhou Qingluo snorted disdainfully.

Song Jinyi chuckled, and said lightly, "Your new friend looks a lot like your childhood sweetheart, Jiang Shiyan." He blinked and looked at Zhou Qingluo, "Little brother, do you know Jiang Shiyan? Very good."

Song Ling gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fist, and was about to punch him down in the next second, but Zhou Qingluo dragged him down.

Zhou Qingluo took a step forward and sneered: "I think you look familiar too, oh, you look a bit like Dracula."

Song Jinyi was stunned for a moment, as if he was used to domineering, and no one dared to insult him like this.

Zhou Qingluo took a step forward, without any stage fright at all: "The chairman of a leading company, what does he do all day long, you don't want to lose face."

Some of those followers stood up, calm on the surface, but with a threatening tone, "How did you talk to you, do you know who he is?"

Zhou Qingluo snorted and didn't care, "I don't care who he is."

"?"

"Why, it's bright and sunny, and you still threaten people? This is a shopping mall, let everyone come and have a look, come and come."

Those who are powerful in the business world are used to engage in psychological warfare with others, play tricks on human nature, intimidate and lure, use IQ and EQ to compete, and fight openly and secretly to the point of fierceness, but still maintain superficial gentleness and elegance.

The nemesis of such a person is someone like Zhou Qingluo who goes straight to the sky and the earth regardless of his face.

Someone once again used the official tone in the mall to scare people, "Little brother, if you have any difficulties and opinions, you can directly report to us, or if you have any relatives who work in Baomu Group, let them report to us."

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself that the people in the shopping mall really have one thing on the outside and another on the other side. How can he not hear what this person is saying? It means that if you don’t restrain yourself, so many of your brothers and sisters will always work in Baomu Group. You be careful.

Zhou Qingluo sneered: "No, I have three members of my family. My sister is studying abroad, my father owns a restaurant, and I am at work. They are all self-reliant and law-abiding citizens. The police station is at No. 28 Renmin North Road. You can call 110 without calling charges. The rule of law Society, what can you do with me?"

Song Jinyi laughed, seemingly disdainful, "Society ruled by law."

Zhou Qingluo also laughed, "Look at your defiance of the law, have you never been exposed to the sun? Don't you respect the light of righteousness? No wonder you are sick. Are you sick? You are so old, you are sick. Don’t you know how to treat it yourself? Send someone to my house, right? My house has already been set up to monitor, and it will be automatically saved to the network disk, and it can be sent with a click of the mouse. Put you in the headlines."

Song Jinyi never expected that he would encounter a difficult problem.

Maybe this is because barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes, no wonder Song Ling couldn't get out once he got in.

Fang Heng said that this person can scold people to the point of doubting life, as expected.

"There are surveillance everywhere now, and the information is advanced. It is not 20 years ago that you can do whatever you want," Zhou Qingluo dragged Song Ling back, "Let's go."

Song Jinyi looked at Zhou Qingluo's back, squinted his eyes, and a subordinate whispered in his ear, "Chairman, this is the guy who scolded Zhou Yunqian in the underground garage last time."

Song Jinyi pushed down his rimless glasses, and said slowly: "It is said that the kid from Jiang's family got terrible grades abroad, so he can't stay any longer?"

"It seems to say that I don't like this major and want to change majors."

"The domestic market is also very good."

"But……"

Song Jinyi gave him a cool look, "Huh? Are you having trouble?"

"No difficulty."

The subordinate was a little tired, and he admired Zhou Yunqian more and more for being able to stay by this person's side for such a long time.

Jiang Shiyan's grades were mediocre. Half a year ago, Song Jinyi let him leave the country at all costs, but now he is coming back?

What are his thoughts and plans?

People seem to be gentle and gentle, but the weather is uncertain, the city is extremely deep, and when they are cruel, they don't care.

Like a manipulator without conscience, he is manipulating the chessboard, and everyone in the group is his pawn.

Baomu Group is thriving in his hands, but it also seems to be crumbling.

Perhaps Zhou Yunqian's imprisonment in the last seafood incident was just an introduction.

The subordinates exchanged glances and remained silent.

Song Jinyi glanced at the place where Zhou Qingluo disappeared, and raised the corner of his mouth.

As long as it is a human being, there are fears and weaknesses, and it is impossible not to have them.

Since he has no greed for money and no fear of power, then his weakness is Song Ling.

In front of him, the most difficult thing for Song Ling to tell, apart from his devastated past, was Jiang Shiyan.

So why is Jiang Shiyan missing in this scene?

Song Jinyi: "It's gone." He left after speaking.

The subordinate stood there respectfully, and after a long while he was relieved at the same time.

"Forget what you heard and saw today, understand?"

"Okay, but who is Dracula?"

"vampire."

"..." Did that person just now call their chairman a vampire?

And Zhou Qingluo, who had eaten the bear's heart and leopard's courage, turned around, lost his aura just now, but had a sullen face, and as soon as he left their sight, he immediately said to Song Ling: "See if my dad is okay in the surveillance?"

Song Ling opened the monitoring interface and handed it to Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the electric car and ran forward, "Let's go home soon."

"Qing Luo, don't worry."

Zhou Qingluo said in a deep voice, "Let's go home quickly, my dad is at home alone."

Song Ling suddenly understood that Zhou Qingluo had been worrying about these bad things all along, but he never said it out loud.

As for Zhou Qingluo, he seemed to be asking for it all the time, coveting his warmth, and never giving anything.

Zhou Qingluo has always encouraged him not to run away from his true self, but he always selfishly wants to put away his darkest side and show him his best side.

Even if Zhou Qingluo said countless times that he would not be afraid of him or hate him, he did not believe it.

So he presumptuously disappeared for a month, hiding the madness and darkness, he was afraid that he would lose control, self-mutilate, and twist in front of him.

He never dared to face his true self, but Zhou Qingluo had already accepted everything about him.

If Song Jinyi were to deal with Zhou Qingluo, he would have thought of a hundred ways to protect him, but he had never given Zhou Qingluo a sense of security.

He'd never felt so damned good at himself.

As soon as Zhou Qingluo got home, there were indeed two commercial vehicles parked in front of the house. The car seemed to have just arrived, and the taillights were still on.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling rode over, the door opened, and a crowd of people got out of the car.

The leader is Song Zhaoguang.

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling got off the electric car, stopped steadily, glanced at the passerby indifferently, and walked straight home without stopping.

Song Zhaoguang: "Stop."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling stopped and looked at him.

Song Zhaoguang looked around in disgust, frowned and shook his head.

Even though the trees were full of shade, he pouted and waved the air in front of him, as if he had walked into a garbage dump.

The night was dark, but it still couldn't hide Song Zhaoguang's disgusting demeanor.

Zhou Qingluo snorted coldly, "Hey, what are you breathing for? Can you leave the air for good people."

Song Zhaoguang was taken aback, subconsciously looking left and right.

Zhou Qingluo: "Don't look, it's you."

Song Zhaoguang snorted, and said to Song Ling arrogantly: "Living in a crappy house and riding an electric car, Song Ling, the more you live, the more you pursue."

Song Ling spit out a word expressionlessly, "Get lost."

Song Zhaoguang smiled contemptuously, "Song Ling, come back with me honestly, or you will understand the consequences."

The burly men behind Song Zhaoguang immediately took a step forward in an orderly manner, as if they were about to rush over and carry Song Ling back home.

Song Ling was unmoved, "You try."

Song Zhaoguang nodded, took out a leather whip from his pocket, played with it in his hand, and looked at Song Ling coldly.

Song Ling narrowed his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, he could hardly remember how many times he was beaten by this whip.

Zhou Qingluo laughed suddenly, pinching the tears from the corners of his eyes while laughing, "Uncle, don't you, how old are you, and you still want to be tortured?"

Song Zhaoguang flicked his whip and sneered, "This is a toy that Song Ling grew up with, right Song Ling?"

Zhou Qingluo was startled, glanced at the gloomy person beside him, his eyes turned cold, and said mockingly: "Wow, then you are really a beast, why do you have the face to say it?"

Song Zhaoguang was originally born from the grassroots, and he was gentle on the surface of the upper class, but he only learned the superficial methods of playing tricks in secret. After being so aroused by Zhou Qingluo, his rough nature was exposed.

Song Zhaoguang couldn't help cursing: "What the fuck are you?"

Zhou Qingluo immediately retorted: "What kind of fucking beast are you?"

Song Zhaoguang: "See if I don't teach you a lesson today..."

Song Zhaoguang hadn't finished speaking when Song Ling rushed over, tore off the whip from his hand, walked around behind him, and wrapped the whip around his neck.

The slender leather whip just wrapped around Song Zhaoguang's neck twice.

Song Ling stood behind him, smiling sullenly, tightly holding both ends of the whip, his eyes were empty, his face was pale, and his lips were red, like a ghost who just crawled out of hell, and would kill Song Zhaoguang at any moment .

Song Zhaoguang reacted fairly quickly, grabbed the whip with his hand, and the whip wrapped his fingers in, the headlights were dazzling, Zhou Qingluo could still see that Song Zhaoguang's fingertips were turning purple, and after a while, his face was flushed.

Zhou Qingluo's heart was in his throat. He was afraid that Song Ling would lose control, and if he used his hands hard, he would lose everything.

For someone like Song Zhaoguang, it's not worth it.

But he didn't know how to persuade Song Ling. He had suffered so much to be as crazy and desperate as he is now.

Zhou Qingluo didn't dare to look at Song Ling's expression now, and didn't dare to think about it.

No wonder Song Ling kept avoiding the past and didn't want to mention it.

The word "open your heart" is just casually spoken by others, but to Song Ling, it is a horrible nightmare, a past that he does not want to mention in his life.

He was afraid of little tadpoles and was still running away, let alone Song Ling.

Song Ling is different from him.A simple step for ordinary people may be difficult for Song Ling.

Seeing Zhou Qingluo's bewildered look, Song Zhaoguang grinned, "Look, he is a psychopath. He wants to kill on impulse, even his own father. Your family is just ordinary people. If you want to live a good life , stay away from him."

When Song Ling heard the words, he choked hard, and Song Zhaoguang immediately gasped in fright.

"Bring out the grapes, the son of a bitch is afraid of grapes."

Zhou Qingluo shouted: "Whoever dares to take it out, I'll let Song Ling strangle him immediately."

Those people were startled, not daring to move.

Song Ling tried harder, and had no intention of letting him go.

Song Zhaoguang was almost out of breath. In order to save his life, he pleaded with Song Ling in a low voice, "A Ling, relax a bit, and listen to me to tell you the truth. Play with me for another five years, when the time comes, the entire Song family will fall into my hands, you are my own son, I will definitely treat you well, and I will erect a new monument for your mother, I have already suffered so much For many years, I have almost seen hope..."

Song Ling grabbed his hand tightly and cut off the rest of his words.

Zhou Qingluo was so nervous that he couldn't speak, and wanted Song Ling to kill this bastard once and for all, but he couldn't.

Song Ling finally got to where he is today, and he can't let Song Zhaoguang ruin him anymore.

Song Zhaoguang: "Hurry up, he's gone crazy, take out the grapes, he'll let me go, and then you tie him into the car."

The subordinates hurriedly got into the car and moved boxes of grapes out.

Song Ling stared at the bunches of purple-red grapes on the packing box, his breathing became lighter and lighter, and his hands became softer and softer, as if he had been cursed, he froze in place.

Song Zhaoguang broke free from him, bent down to pick up the leather whip that fell on the ground, grabbed his neck and coughed violently.

Zhou Qingluo hurried over and hugged Song Ling's waist tightly.

He would never let these people take Song Ling away.

Song Ling let go of her hands softly, and fell into Zhou Qingluo's arms.

Zhou Qingluo hugged him tightly, "Song Ling, don't be afraid, I won't let him take you away."

Song Zhaoguang's breathing became steady, and he spat hard on the ground, "Little bastard, see if I don't beat you to death today."

Just as Song Zhaoguang raised his whip, a strong light came over him, accompanied by Zhou Shoulin's roar: "Song Zhaoguang!"

Song Zhaoguang froze on the spot and turned his head.

The bright light hit his face.

Zhou Shoulin was carrying a high-power flashlight, with a dark face, cursing and cursing as he walked over, "Sure enough, you son of a bitch, Song Zhaoguang, how dare you come here?"

Song Zhaoguang had just been strangled, and now he was being scolded again and again, a little dazed.

Zhou Shoulin shone a flashlight into someone's window and shouted, "Aunt Li, Sister Zhang, A Biao, Song Zhaoguang is here."

Someone in the dilapidated building responded, "Who?"

Zhou Shoulin responded loudly, "Song Zhaoguang! That son of a bitch truck driver!"

In the quiet building, there was a sudden scolding.

After a while, a lot of people hula-la came, and it seemed that all the people who were still staying in the community came out.

They all stared at Song Zhaoguang with dark faces, as if they had deep hatred.

The people who followed Song Zhaoguang were stunned and didn't know what happened.

Song Zhaoguang immediately smiled, "They are all old friends, I brought you grapes, imported from abroad, fresh, let's try."

"Who is an old friend of yours, who used to transport the bricks from the brick factory to resell without permission, and framed Lao Zhao as transporting back to his hometown to build a house, everyone has not forgotten."

"If it weren't for you, we would have demolished the place smoothly. In the end, you sent the owner of the brick factory away, and we lost our jobs, but you didn't demolish it."

When this matter was mentioned, everyone was silent for a while.

It was Aunt Li who spoke, and she said angrily: "What are you afraid of, old guys? We are all half-buried in the loess. Now that this beast has come here, everyone will let him go? Look at what he did. It hurts us so badly, and now you dare to stand here like a dog, isn't it provoking and insulting us?"

When Aunt Li was so excited, everyone was angry. They rushed over and opened the box he brought over.

Zhou Qingluo covered Song Ling's eyes.

"Whoever wants to eat your grapes, you bastard, go to jail."

"Don't think we don't know about the activities of your Baomu Group."

"Now that the Internet is developed, there will always be a day when your deeds will be known."

"You killed another person at that time, and Yan Sheng was killed by you."

"You still dare to whip him now?"

"Miss Yan has a spirit in the sky, and she will not let you go."

Everyone glanced at me and said something, and finally cursed.

In Zhou Qingluo's palm, Song Ling's eyes moved.