Mr. He, please respect yourself

After sending Song Zicheng back to school, He Chumo returned to the company.In the car, the two were surprisingly quiet. Song Zicheng, who usually likes to talk about things, didn't say a word today. When he got off the car, he just said 'thank you' lightly and left.

He Chumo was bored with one thing and had nowhere to express it. At this time, Jiang Qing came to the news.

Jiang Qing: [Boss, last time Xiao Chengcheng's physical examination report came out, and the doctor said there was nothing serious, would you like to take a look at the text file? 】

He Chumo: 【Send it】

Soon, He Chumo's mobile phone received Song Zicheng's physical examination report, which contained Song Zicheng's detailed information, as well as an X-ray picture and inspection instructions for various wounds on his body.He Chumo flipped through it casually, and found that there was a spot on Song Zicheng's waist, marked with an old injury, and attached a picture taken by the doctor.

Because it was an old injury, the report did not detail what caused the wound, but only listed the depth of the wound and the approximate time of the injury.He Chumo had no choice but to zoom in on the picture. The wound on the picture seemed to be a circular wound, like a shallow pit, about the size of a pencil head in diameter.

The picture is black and white, you can only see the light and shade, you can't see the whole picture.

He Chumo marked the screenshot of the old injury, and asked Jiang Qing: [Did the doctor say what kind of injury this is? 】

Jiang Qing: [No, didn't you mean an old injury, it has nothing to do with the case]

He Chumo: [Ask what kind of wound this is]

Jiang Qing: [...Wait a minute, I'm on my way to Mo Shaoshi's Bar]

Mo Shaoshi is back?

This person disappeared for more than half a month for no reason, and even the promised 25th birthday party was canceled inexplicably, and he didn't know where he was hanging around during this time.

He Chumo thought for a while, picked up the car keys, and took the elevator to the underground garage.

It was still dark, and Mo Shaoshi's bar hadn't opened yet. There was no light on the front and it was dim. He Chumo pushed the door and walked in. The notification bell on the door rang. , invariably looked towards the direction of the bar door.

"Amo, why are you here?"

Mo Shaoshi was surprised.

Jiang Qing obviously didn't expect her boss to appear directly in front of her eyes, "Boss, don't you have to go to work?"

He Chumo is upset, none of his assistants are at work, so why is he still working.

"Where have you been recently? There is no news at all." He Chumo stepped forward, sat beside the two of them, and said to Mo Shaoshi.

"Didn't go anywhere." Mo Shaoshi touched his nose, "On the contrary, you don't look like someone who cares about me so much. Are you here to find Xiao Qingqing?"

He Chumo gave an 'hmm', and asked Jiang Qing, "Did you tell me about the medical report just now?"

When Jiang Qing heard it, she gave a helpless 'huh', turned on the phone, and passed over the explanation sent by the doctor, "My current mood is really complicated, I would rather you come to scold me for skipping work for no reason, and then detain me. I got the bonus, you came all this way just because of an old wound of your fiancé? Boss, you set up wrong, I didn't realize that you are so affectionate before. "

"Okay, go back and tell the accountant that your bonus for this month is gone." He Chumo took Jiang Qing's phone and said while looking at it.

Jiang Qing's wailing suddenly sounded in his ears, but He Chumo turned a deaf ear to it, and carefully looked at the photos and instructions sent by the doctor.

The doctor preliminarily guessed that the scar on Song Zicheng's waist was caused by a lit cigarette burnt on his skin.

The attached photo is very clear. It can be seen that Song Zicheng's old wound is extremely deep, and the new flesh has a completely different color from the original skin, and the surrounding area is even a little black.

The description also stated that Song Zicheng's scar was rough to the touch, and there were strange circles between the old skin and the new skin. When he was injured, he should have been heavily crushed by cigarette butts to cause such a scar.The doctor explained that this crushing action is like that of an ordinary smoker who crushes a few times in the ashtray to extinguish the cigarette butt.

He Chumo clenched his teeth.

Got run over by cigarette butts.

Why did a young master with money and power in his family suffer such injuries?

He Chumo continued to look down and saw that the doctor judged that the wound was caused at least five years ago.

Five years ago, before the age of 15, what did Song Zicheng go through to leave such a deep wound?

He Chumo had no idea, the Song family moved out of their original place eight years ago, and he and Song Zicheng hadn't seen each other in the past few years.

"Boss, are you okay?" Jiang Qing saw He Chumo put the phone on the table, picked it up, and asked.

He Chumo frowned, and said, "Can you find out how Song Zicheng got this wound?"

Jiang Qing raised her eyebrows, exchanged glances with Mo Shaoshi, and said, "I don't know, I'll try my best. I heard that the Song family has its own private doctor, so I don't know if I can get relevant information."

He Chumo suddenly thought, that time, when he sent Song Zicheng, who had stomach problems, to the hospital, he met an old man by chance and asked, "Is the Song family's personal doctor an old man?"

"I guess so, I'm not sure about that." Jiang Qing replied.

"Old man." Mo Shaoshi rubbed his chin, "The Song family, the Song family is engaged in real estate... Oh, Ah Mo, you should ask me about this, the personal doctor of the Song family is my cousin. "

He Chumo: "...do you know each other?"

"Of course I do." Mo Shaoshi said, "My old man's cousin, do you know him?"

"This relationship is really complicated." Jiang Qing couldn't help but said.

"You don't care if it's detoured or not, I'll just ask for you." Mo Shaoshi added, "What exactly do you want to know, I'll help you find out."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Qing clicked on the information on the phone and passed it to Mo Shaoshi to read, "Just this old wound, see if you can find anything."

Mo Shaoshi read it for a while, remembered it, and asked He Chumo with a smile, "Ah Mo, are you caring about Xiao Chengcheng?"

He Chumo glared angrily, turned to Jiang Qing and said, "Help me check something, the sooner the better."

Jiang Qing: "Boss, what do you want to check?"

"I want to know why Lin Qiao and Qiao's mother suddenly went abroad eight years ago."

Jiang Qing was puzzled and asked, "At that time, didn't it mean that Mr. Lin's company was forced to declare bankruptcy because the partners took away the company's funds, and Lin Qiao and his mother hid abroad in order to avoid debts? "

He Chumo: "If he just declared bankruptcy, why did Mr. Lin go to jail? And he is still in prison, sentenced to 15 years. This is not a light charge. What's even more strange is that the company has already declared bankruptcy. Lin Qiao and Qiao It is impossible for my mother to hide abroad, how did they sign the passport?"

Jiang Qing also felt strange when she heard it, "We were young at the time, and we believed it when we heard the rumors from adults, but if it was really just bankruptcy, it would be impossible to be sentenced to prison for so many years."

"What we heard back then is definitely not true." He Chumo said: "You go and inquire about Mr. Lin's case and find out why Lin Qiao went abroad."

Jiang nodded lightly.

"And..." He Chumo paused, and said, "Find out what happened to Song Zicheng back then."