want to lie to me to love you again

"I think you got the news before that the new round of test results for 'Henxi' has come out, and there are no side effects, but the high-level officials are not at ease. They plan to test the drug and hire people to test the drug."

"What did you say?!" Song Zhicheng turned sideways all of a sudden, raised his hand and grabbed Du Sheng's collar, and lowered his voice, "Where did you get this news?"

"My teacher is the one who carried it out himself. He told me about it when he was drunk once."

"..."

"Ah Cheng, you should know who this high-level person is?"

"..."

"The person in charge of this project is your father. And this project will start after a while. It has gone through too many turmoil and can't stand another one. Cheng, you have to stop your father. You know, How many pairs of eyes are staring at this moment..." When Du Sheng said these words, he never thought that there was a third person in Song Zhicheng's family.But when Song Zhicheng wanted to stop it, it was too late.

His face was even uglier than before, and he looked at the bedroom door without saying a word.

Du Sheng followed his line of sight, but found nothing.

"Ah Cheng, what's the matter? Did you listen to what I said just now?"

"I heard it. Ah Sheng, don't worry, I won't let him do this."

"Ah Cheng, of course I believe you. In fact, this kind of thing is quite common."

"ordinary?"

"Yes, with the development of science and technology to our current level, human lives are no longer taken seriously, especially the lives of lowly people. That is as cheap as a piece of shit. Do you know who they chose as the experimental subjects?"

"..."

"The children of the Noble Fighting Fields. The oldest is only 15 years old."

"..." Song Zhicheng, a kid from the noble fighting field, has naturally seen it before. He and Fang Zhiyi came out from there some time ago before they were chased and surrounded by others.

He thought of how frightened he had been when he first saw those children.

His face was sallow, his cheekbones were prominent, but his cheeks were deeply sunken, which made his eyes appear particularly large.If you use an animal to describe it, it is probably a monkey.

Their lives are already so miserable, but there are still villains who want to push them into the abyss.And this villain is his father.For a while, Song Zhicheng fell into a vicious circle of self-blame and guilt.

He felt that he had to do something for these children in order to live up to his conscience.

"I know what to do. A Sheng, this matter, I hope..."

"I know, it's your father after all." Judging by Du Sheng's expression, he seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, he just sighed and patted Song Zhicheng on the shoulder.

After all, having such a father is not something he can choose. Du Sheng understands Song Zhicheng's suffering, and very much hopes that he can break away from Song Shi's control as soon as possible, and stop being tied to him.But at present, it seems unlikely.

"Don't put too much pressure on you. If it doesn't work, let's find a way."

"I know." Song Zhicheng already knew what to do, he thought, at worst, he would beat him into deafness in his left ear.

He is not afraid anymore, really not afraid.

After sending away the worried Du Sheng, Song Zhicheng opened the door, only to find Fang Zhiyi standing behind the door.

"I heard it all."

"..."

"What are you going to do?"

"..." Song Zhicheng ignored him, walked around him, and planned to go in, but Fang Zhiyi grabbed his arm.

"Song Zhicheng, if you have something to say, let's solve it together."

"..."

"Why don't you believe that I'm on your side?"

"..."

"Although I... I don't have a good impression on you, but I never have any bad intentions for you."

"I believe you, but this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Why has nothing to do with me, didn't you just... Hey, hey, hey! Song Zhicheng!!!"

As soon as Fang Zhiyi said it, he turned his head and saw Song Zhicheng falling straight forward, his heart stopped beating in fright, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him over, preventing him from being gnawed by a dog Mud's tragic fate.

"Hello!!!" Fang Zhiyi turned the person over to take a look, only to see that Song Zhicheng's eyes were closed and he had lost consciousness, and he touched his forehead again, my God!When did it get so hot again?

Did Song Zhicheng's temperature soar in an instant?so amazing.

He hurriedly half-supported and half-hugged him, trying to put him on the bed and let him lie down, but when he saw that the mess on the bed hadn't been tidied up, he helped him to the sofa instead, let him lie down, and took a piece of paper. A soft pillow was placed under his head. Of course, his feet were not lifted up because he was too tall.

After Fang Zhiyi settled him down, she went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water, twisted a towel for him and put it on his forehead, then sat on the single sofa next to him and waited quietly for him to wake up. Take a look at his beauty.

Song Zhicheng didn't faint for too long, and he woke up about half an hour later.He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the sofa. Fang Zhiyi sat aside and stared at himself, wondering, "What's wrong with me?"

"Director Song, you fainted again." Fang Zhiyi emphasized the word "again" so that people could easily hear the teasing.

Song Zhicheng didn't have any other expression when he heard that, he just raised his hand to remove the towel on his forehead, and sat up while leaning on the sofa cushion.

"Ah Cheng, what's the matter with you? You have a fever at every turn, and you faint at every turn."

"..." Song Zhicheng gave him a strange look this time, but in the end he still didn't correct his behavior of calling himself "Ah Cheng", "It's nothing, it's an old problem."

"Old problem, another old problem. Why have I never seen you go to see it. Also, I saw some medicines on your bedside. What are those?"

"Healing medicine."

"What disease?"

"Headache."

"You mean, you often have a fever and faint because of your headache."

"Well. Mental headaches, to be precise. I've had it since I was a teenager."

"Mental pain?" Fang Zhiyi heard this for the first time, and felt a little strange.

"Well, it's just that when you hear some things, you will feel physically disgusted and get sick. It's like..." Song Zhicheng tried his best to find a general word, "Nervous stomach disease."

"I see. But why? Have you ever been stimulated before?"

"That's it."

"what happened?"

"..." Song Zhicheng put his hand on his forehead, and after a while, feeling less dizzy, he said slowly, "This matter has something to do with my father."

"Your father? What's going on?"

"Do you really want to know?"