Song Yuzhang

Song Jincheng has been a young master for more than [-] years, and he has always been pampered. Although he was often disciplined and beaten by his father when he was a child, that was his father's lesson. It was not a real suffering. It was Meng Tingjing who broke him with a kick. It took him a long time to hurt his ribs. He thought that the pain was already heartbreaking. After it fell into Fu Mian's hands, Song Jincheng finally understood what it means to live worse than death.

The entourage beat hard, and soon broke the whip. Song Jincheng had already been silent. After a few scoops of salt water, he jumped up again like a live fish, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the rope, as futile as a turtle in a urn. And dodged miserably.

He didn't dare to make a sound anymore, and when he made a sound, he was beaten again, and his teeth were about to be crushed, blood was oozing from the seams of his lips, it looked as if he had committed suicide by biting his tongue.

Song Yuzhang was forced to watch this simple and cruel punishment.

Fu Mian pinched his face, not letting him turn his head.

After reading it, Song Yuzhang said: "Why torture him piecemeal like this."

Fu Mian smiled, and kissed Song Yuzhang grandly on the face, "I want to vent my anger."

Song Yuzhang also smiled, "Is this killing chickens to scare monkeys? When will it be my turn?"

"It's not your turn," Fu Mian stroked his arm, "You are so beautiful, how can I give up?"

As the sun set and the sky was brightly lit, Fu Mian picked up Song Yuzhang and weighed it in his hands, as if he was taking Song Yuzhang to an impromptu performance. With a gentle smile on his face, he said happily, "Let's go!" , go back to eat, don't starve my baby Zhuqing."

Song Yuzhang finds it more difficult to deal with Fu Mian who is talking and laughing than Fu Mian who was angry and irritable when they first met again.

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, those attendants still didn't put Song Jincheng down, they scooped up a scoop of salt water and poured it on again, it seemed that they were going to cook Song Jincheng all night.

"Are you scared?" Fu Mian supported Song Yuzhang with his palm, his tone was soft and cold, "Don't worry, I said it, I can't bear to-"

Meng Tingjing was never a hesitant person, but she did linger in Guantu wondering if she should leave.

In his heart, he was sure that Song Yuzhang was not dead. He did not recognize the charred body as Song Yuzhang, but he could not find any clues. In Guantu, he contracted a new problem, which was insomnia.

Meng Tingjing couldn't close his eyes all night and night, he couldn't sleep until he was very tired, and he dreamed when he fell asleep, in his dream it was either boundless water or overlapping fog, he kept walking and chasing in it, always looking for There is no shadow of Song Yuzhang.

On this day, another small road was checked, but there was still no clue. Meng Tingjing returned to the 23rd Division and fell asleep from exhaustion. When she woke up, she saw Meng Sushan.

Meng Tingjing almost suspected that she was dreaming.

"Miss?"

Meng Sushan looked sad and looked haggard, "Ting Jing, come back with me."

Meng Tingjing was stunned for a moment, then he said: "Yuzhang is not dead, he was taken away."

Meng Sushan nodded slowly, "I know."

Meng Tingjing was extremely perceptive, "You don't believe it?"

"No, I believe you," Meng Sushan pressed Meng Tingjing's hand, and her tone became tense, "I'll go back to Haizhou first and make a long-term plan. Before Yuzhang left, I entrusted you with the chamber of commerce. The chamber of commerce is in chaos now. It’s not okay to preside over the overall situation, don’t you think?”

Meng Tingjing's expression was still gloomy after hearing her gentle words, "Sister, you are kidding me."

Meng Sushan took a deep breath, her eyes were slightly red, and said: "Ting Jing, go back."

Meng Tingjing stopped arguing, and it really didn't make much sense to stay in Guantu now. It took so much effort to kidnap Song Yuzhang, and it took so long, I'm afraid he didn't know where to take him.

"Okay, I'll go back."

Meng Tingjing stood up with a flick of his sleeves.

Meng Sushan came by plane, the purpose was to bring Meng Tingjing back to Haizhou, and she was prepared not to give up if she failed. The plane was waiting at the airport of the 23rd Division.

Meng Sushan had already brought the bodies of several people into the plane in advance.

The weather was hot, and everyone's bodies were already stinking, so they could only be placed in the cargo hold, except for Song Yuzhang's. Meng Sushan asked someone to buy a coffin, and put ice cubes in the cabin through a board.

When Meng Tingjing saw this coffin, he almost got angry on the spot. He said coldly, "This is not Song Yuzhang."

"I know," Meng Sushan has seen the corpse, and after so many days, the corpse is even more unsightly, but Song Yuzhang's shadow can be vaguely seen on the outline, she said in a low voice, "That's always a human life, always It's time to go to the ground and be safe."

Meng Tingjing stopped talking, thinking maybe Meng Sushan regarded him as a lunatic who refused to accept the reality.

He's not crazy, he just knows what it's like to be the one he loves.

After landing in Haizhou, the Meng brothers and sisters were surrounded by groups as soon as they got off the plane.

No one knows who leaked the news, but the news that Song Yuzhang's body was transported back detonated Haizhou again.

Because the body in the coffin, the target is too obvious, and Meng Sushan didn't know whether to ask someone to carry the coffin down.

Meng Tingjing hugged her shoulder in the crowd and said coldly, "No more."

Meng Sushan hurriedly said, "How can that be done!"

Meng Tingjing knew in her heart that Meng Sushan didn't believe his words, or she mistakenly thought it was Song Yuzhang's body. Thinking about this person, he also acted on Song Yuzhang's behalf... After Meng Tingjing stepped forward, some thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind. Meng Sushan said, "You're right, you can't keep him here."

Meng Tingjing turned around and asked the people on the plane to hold the coffin down.

At this moment, the reporters seemed to have gone mad, and the cameras flicked non-stop. In the turmoil that made it almost impossible to move an inch, the Meng brothers and sisters got into the car, and the coffin got into the car behind. Driving extremely slowly in dense crowds.

Meng Sushan shook Meng Tingjing's hand, with a worried and comforting expression on her face, but Meng Tingjing shook her hand instead, showing a trace of sadness, but the sadness was a little artificial, and looked more like impatience.

Fortunately, the camera has magical powers and can turn decay into magic. Meng Tingjing picked out a sad-looking photo that was captured and asked the reporters to publish it in the newspaper.

"Second Lord, people from the Song family have come to ask for the body..."

"give them."

"Yes."

Meng Tingjing untied his robe and sat down on the chair. The initial tension and panic had passed. Apart from the extra physical exhaustion, Meng Tingjing's spirit was actually highly concentrated. .

He suspects that Haizhou has an inner ghost.

Song Yuzhang's leg recovered.

Originally, it was just a flesh injury, but he hadn't received good treatment. Fu Mian no longer intentionally abused his body, and even healed the old injury on his lungs.

Fu Mian always thought that Song Yuzhang was playing tricks.

He had read every page of Song Yuzhang's medical records in Haizhou, and there was no sequelae left in his lungs. It was just that Song Yuzhang coughed for a long time, and sometimes he coughed so badly that he was almost dying. Fu Mian finally invited a doctor to check on Song Yuzhang.

The doctor was an apricot forest master under the former Fu family. He determined that Song Yuzhang's lungs were damaged when he took a pulse. He prescribed a decoction. The decoction was bitter but very effective. After a few doses of the medicine, Song Yuzhang could feel it Breathing in my chest became much smoother and easier.

With such a master in charge, it would be inappropriate to pretend to be sick.

"Finally, I stopped coughing," Fu Mian gently stroked his hair, and said in a low voice, "It really bothers me to hear you coughing all the time."

Song Yuzhang remained silent, realizing that Fu Mian completely regarded him as a property.

Because it is your own, you have to take care of it.

What about after raising them?I'm afraid it's still torture.

Song Yuzhang really wanted to know what Fu Mian had gone through during this year. He wanted to know about Fu Mian, but Fu Mian was obviously very guarded against him. Once he showed any sign, Fu Mian would make him feel bad.

On this day, Song Yuzhang asked to see Xiao Fengxian again, Fu Mian naturally would not satisfy any of his requests, the two were having dinner, Song Yuzhang smashed his job bowl, and scratched his wrist with a piece of porcelain.

Fu Mian smiled and watched from the side, "Okay, very good, once you cry, make trouble and hang yourself, you should hurry up and give me the trick of looking for death and life, you die, you don't die, I will personally kill you today. "

Fu Mian pinched Song Yuzhang by the neck and pushed him onto the bed.

The cut on Song Yuzhang's wrist was very shallow, and a little blood flowed all over Fu Mian's body. He raised his face and kissed Fu Mian's mouth. Fu Mian dodged twice, leaned over and blocked Song Yuzhang's mouth.

"A Mian, let me take a look...just a look..."

"To shut up."

Fu Mian covered Song Yuzhang's mouth.

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes half-closed, and the light in his eyes fluttered, showing a kind of docile resignation.

The two had a big fight, Fu Mian put on his clothes and was about to leave, but Song Yuzhang hugged him from behind and refused to let him go.

"Let go."

Song Yuzhang hugged him and turned his injured wrist upwards, "It hurts."

"You can't live by doing your own crimes," Fu Mian pushed his hand away, "You should be in pain."

The door was slammed shut and locked, and Song Yuzhang licked his injured wrist.

About ten minutes later, a servant came to deliver water.

The servants who brought the water were deaf and dumb. It is said that they were still half-blind and could not see people clearly. The servants put down the hot water and put a box of medicine powder on the table before going out.

Song Yuzhang took the box of medicinal powder over and smelled it, then picked out a little bit with his fingernails and ate it into his mouth, he immediately felt a cool numbness in his mouth.

Fu Mian went to punish Song Jincheng severely.

The explosion was completely beyond his expectations.

He always thought that Song Jincheng wanted the explosives to kill Meng Tingjing.

Although he didn't know the special relationship between Meng Tingjing and Song Yuzhang at the time, if Meng Tingjing died, there would be chaos in Haizhou, and chaos would lead to changes, which would be of great benefit to his plan.

He didn't expect Song Jincheng and Song Yuzhang to explode together.

If Song Yuzhang died... Fu Mian didn't dare to think about it any further, it would burn him inside and out.

After breaking a whip, Fu Mian broke the whip, slightly pulled his collar and turned to leave. Someone came and brought him a newspaper from Haizhou.

After Fu Mian browsed quickly, a smile appeared on his face.

Haizhou's newspapers are overwhelmingly reporting Song Yuzhang's death.

The photos above are the dejected silhouettes of the Meng family siblings in the car and the coffin of Song Yuzhang.

Fu Mian took the newspaper and went back to the small courtyard, happily announcing his death to Song Yuzhang.

"Look, this is your coffin," Fu Mian nodded to the photo above, "It looks really nice, and when you die, I'll order a similar one for you, how about it?"

Song Yuzhang's eyes fell on another photo.

Fu Mian followed suit with great interest.

In the photo, Meng Tingjing's profile is very handsome. Although it is a black and white photo, it still shows a noble and rich aristocratic atmosphere. The expression on his face is very cold and sad.

The newspaper was closed suddenly, Fu Mian turned his face closer, and smiled at Song Yuzhang: "Why don't I think it doesn't look like it?"

He didn't allow Song Yuzhang to say it, but he had no taboos. When he said it, it seemed that the meaning of Song Yuzhang was quite different from that of Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang didn't answer.

Fu Mian unfolded the newspaper again, Meng Tingjing's face on the newspaper was folded in two, Fu Mian said: "I understand, he looks like a mourning concubine, and I am proud of myself, so we are not alike."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a while, and said: "You have also died before your father."

Fu Mian gave him a sideways glance, and Song Yuzhang also looked at him.

The two didn't say a word, and suddenly they started fighting.

Song Yuzhang took good care of his body and was not short of food and drink. Naturally, his strength came up. He followed Fu Mian all the time, but this time it seemed to explode suddenly. Fu Mian punched him in the stomach, making Song Yuzhang vomit. With a sound, Song Yuzhang also punched Fu Mian in the face, pulling the wound on his chest as if to tear off his scar, the two hit each other, and rolled back into bed somehow.

Fu Mian pressed Song Yuzhang's back, quickly and urgently, "Bitch, I knew you didn't have a word of truth in your mouth! Still thinking about him? Think about who is fucking you now!"

Song Yuzhang's face was buried in the bright red quilt, and his voice was muffled inside.

After the matter was over, Fu Mianfu lay on Song Yuzhang's body. He took a few deep breaths of the unique smell of Song Yuzhang's body, and finally said flatly: "I will kill him."

Song Yuzhang tensed all over, but smiled hoarsely, "Whoever has a good time with me, you will kill that person, A Mian, can you kill him?"

Fu Mian also laughed, and stretched his hands down, "See what you mean, he's not the only one?"

Song Yuzhang rested his face on his arm and spit out two words, "Guess."