can not help

Chu Yunxi didn't sit there for long, dragged Shen Yuqing out, and left without even eating lunch.

After the person left, Qian Shucheng dragged Murong Ling to question him for a long time, but the answer he got was only a routine reexamination. If he didn't want to go to the hospital, he had to go to the doctor at home.

"Yesterday...you didn't get hurt, did you?"

Qian Shucheng held Murong Ling's hand carefully, like a drunk man holding a porcelain bottle, the uneasiness in his eyes almost condensed into substance and overflowed from his eyes.

Murong Ling looked at his hand that was tightly held, and in such a rare physical contact, he felt that the middle of his palm was always warm and dry.

He suddenly felt a little funny: "Are you nervous?"

Qian Shucheng was at a loss for words for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to rub his hand, but in the end he rubbed his opponent's fingers.Does he want to say that being nervous is negating his own technology?If you are not nervous, you can feel the sweat in your palms, let alone Murong Ling who is always very careful.

After thinking about it, he trembled and said only one sentence: "Ah...ang."

Murong Ling didn't raise his head from the beginning to the end, but just kept staring at Qian Shucheng holding his hand, as if he was talking to Qian Shucheng, or talking to himself: "Why are you nervous, I'm not hurt."

Two words is the end of the answer, he doesn't want to get too entangled in it, it's not a big deal as long as it doesn't hurt or not.

Murong Ling let his hand be squeezed by the other party, took out his mobile phone with one hand and handed it to Qian Shucheng: "Help me contact the Meng family."

Qian Shucheng slowed down the movement of pinching Murong Ling's hand, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Why, the Meng family is going to hold a make-up birthday party?"

Murong Ling deliberately ignored the strangeness coming from his hand, so he didn't pay attention to such a subtle movement of Qian Shucheng. He said with a smile: "What kind of banquet, why don't you give me back my hand, and I can contact you myself."

Qian Shucheng recalled what Meng Junchen had said to him, so he didn't go to pick up the phone that was handed over to him, and asked with a questioning face, "What do you want to contact?"

Murong Ling: "I want to meet the Meng family, and you should go with me."

Qian Shucheng was surprised, he was really surprised.What Murong Ling said in the hospital has never been mentioned since that time. He thought it was just a scene to appease himself. After all, he has never participated in anything related to Murong Ling.

Looking at the face in front of him with constantly changing expressions, Murong Ling said to Qian Shucheng in a stern tone, "The battle is about to start."

Murong Ling didn't elaborate on what kind of battle was going on, and the conversation between the two of them, whether it was a small talk or a serious conversation, ended with these four words that seemed not to be true.

In the end, it was Murong Ling who made the call, but instead of calling the Meng family directly, he called Yuan Shaojie, who contacted the Meng family through Yuan Shaojie, and the time and place were determined by the Meng family to show sincerity.

Hearing this news, Qian Shucheng couldn't say what he felt. He always felt that such a decision was not made by Murong Ling. He entrusted the time and place to others, and all the decision-making power was in the hands of others. He really had such trust with the Meng family. feel?

Even if he cooperates with the Meng family now, he still has to let the Meng family go.Which family that has climbed to this position didn't do everything for themselves, so he doesn't believe in eternal friends.Looking at the Meng family banquet, the Meng family's attitude towards Murong Ling was astonishing. It's only been a while, so they contacted me privately to design Murong Ling.

People have ulterior motives, where does Murong Ling have the confidence to hand all these over to the other party?

Early the next morning, Qian Shucheng knew why Murong Ling wanted to meet the Meng family.

A piece of news bombarded the entire Internet—the self-report of a little fat man.

Qian Shucheng held the mobile phone and handed it to Murong Ling who was sitting next to him working with trembling hands: "What is this?"

Murong Ling glanced at it, and then turned his attention back to the computer: "It just so happens that they posted my video online? Since those people on the Internet have nothing to pay attention to recently, I will give them a quick feed."

Qian Shucheng took back the phone, staring at Murong Ling with complicated eyes, even though there was nothing strange on Murong Ling's face when he said these words.

"If I said that those people had nothing to do with me that day... would you believe me?"

Murong Ling didn't raise his head, and didn't want to do anything to hide this matter: "I know you didn't do it."

Hearing this reply, Qian Shucheng didn't feel relaxed at all.

He knew it wasn't him who did it, but he couldn't guarantee that it had nothing to do with it... He didn't even know if it had anything to do with him.Murong Ling seldom goes out, let alone alone.How could it be such a coincidence that I asked him to go out that day, and finally released the pigeons to let him stay there alone.

Qian Shucheng walked around behind Murong Ling, stretched his arms over his shoulders, and buried his face in Murong Ling's neck and shoulders.

"Are you hurt? Are you okay now?"

Murong Ling's hand typing on the keyboard finally stopped: "It's okay, little injury. Don't you know if it's okay?"

When Qian Shucheng heard this, he didn't react for a moment, and his ears turned red after a while.

That's right, he has obviously seen such idiotic questions before.

Now he really buried his face because of embarrassment. He felt that his whole face was burning, so he could only change the subject and say something else: "Why did that video go out? Your people..."

"No."

What Qian Shucheng meant was, could it be that the people around Murong Ling were unreliable, that's why they deliberately didn't clean up this thing that should have been destroyed, and left it to others.As a result, Murong Ling didn't have any doubts about his words, and continued to work on the computer without any shyness.

Murong Ling is not the kind of person who trusts people ignorantly, and there are only a handful of his confidants over the years.

After typing the last word, he touched his head still on his shoulder and said, "I left that camera behind."

Qian Shucheng frowned and did not speak.

Murong Ling pulled out the video on the computer, it was the version spread on the Internet, and he couldn't see his face clearly: "You can tell it's me at a glance?"

Qian Shucheng nodded, even if Murong Ling couldn't see his movements at the moment, but he poked his chin on his shoulder twice regularly, he could still know it.

Murong Ling smiled: "The eyes are quite useful."

Qian Shucheng was a little annoyed: "I'm not blind."

Murong Ling stroked his hair again. Sure enough, the habit formed over the years is hard to get rid of. His tone is still smiling: "You are not blind, and those who are not blind, whether they are cooperation or opponents, should see it or not. People who come out can actually see that this is me, so why can I come out?"

Qian Shucheng: "..."

Nonsense, young master, I sell myself!

He doesn't dare to say these words now, at least Murong Ling knows that one day, he will be able to hug him comfortably like this for one day.He wondered if Murong Ling would get angry and run away from home if the cooperation with the Meng family was found out?You won't kill yourself with one shot.

Murong Ling waited for a long time and there was no movement behind him. He wanted to turn his face away, but he was afraid that the distance between the two of them was too close, and it would be embarrassing if they brushed against each other this time.

He abruptly stopped the action he was about to make, and continued as if nothing happened, "Actually, I'll be fine even if I go in for a few days, but I didn't expect to come out so soon."

Qian Shucheng, who had been suppressed by the bewitching beauty earlier, jumped up, retracted his arms and took a step back, saying, "Yo, it's a pity that you didn't stay inside for a few more days?"

The two finally opened up a little distance, and Murong Ling said with a sigh of relief in his heart, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean? Is there something in the Public Security Bureau that attracts you? Looking for Funke? Oh yes, you have already killed Funk inside, so who are you looking for? Could it be that there is a vixen inside to seduce you?"

"Who told you that Funk was killed by me?"

Murong Ling turned around, his voice was icy to the bone, and even his face turned cold.

Even Qian Shucheng couldn't stand this look, he knew that he was too impatient and slipped the tongue, but he could only bite the bullet and pick up and maintain the flames that had just been extinguished by the cold.

"Who told you to get yourself into the police station!" Qian Shucheng's typical appearance of being strong but capable is very difficult to scare Murong Ling, but fortunately Murong Ling's current focus is only on the content itself.

Murong Ling got up and leaned on the table, he was a little shorter than Qian Shucheng, now he will be even shorter in this movement, he needs to raise his head slightly to meet Qian Shucheng's eyes.But just like this, Murong Ling's aura completely suppressed Qian Shucheng without a single gap.

His eyes became darker and his tone became colder: "Who told you that I killed Funk?"

Qian Shucheng forced himself to remain calm, and tried his best to keep his voice full of anger: "Oh, why, do you want to smash my head against the wall like in the video?"

Maybe he felt that his current attitude should not be applied to the person opposite. Murong Ling closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to his original calm appearance, and said in a relaxed tone: "I don't care what channel you heard from. What, I don’t want to ask why you know, I just hope that you have the ability to retreat and protect yourself when you know certain news.”

Qian Shucheng suppressed his pretentious anger and said, "So it's true. It's true that you designed yourself to enter the police station. It's also true that you killed Feng Ke."

Murong Ling looked at Qian Shucheng silently, his eyes were so clean that he couldn't see anything.

Qian Shucheng: "Why, you said you didn't tell me what's missing for me to participate."

Murong Ling turned around and closed the computer: "You will know when you meet the Meng family in a few days."

Qian Shucheng's eyes flickered, but he still said what he was holding back in his heart: "You came out so fast because of Meng Yanzhao."

Murong Ling turned around abruptly: "What did you say? Are you looking for the Meng family again?"

Qian Shucheng fixed his eyes on Murong Ling: "Yes."

Murong Ling stepped forward, clenched and loosened his fists.

Qian Shucheng raised the corner of his mouth and took a step forward. The two of them were almost touching each other, making an ugly smile: "What, you want to hit me?"

Murong Ling was also impatient, and raised his hand to push Qian Shucheng away: "You just think I'm farting, right?"

Qian Shucheng held the hand that was quickly withdrawn on his chest, and his eyes swept over the white gauze: "You didn't tell me anything, I didn't want to do anything about the video, but Feng Ke died by such a coincidence .”

"Heh." Murong Ling pulled back his hand forcefully, but the opponent's hand was so strong, it was impossible for him to really shake hands with him.

"Can you think about me for a moment?"

Murong Ling laughed back angrily: "What are you thinking about? Thinking about you defecting to the Meng family to deal with me together, or thinking about playing with me enough before dealing with it?