[pattern] Song's son

Song Yubin put Su Yizheng on the bed in his bedroom, the moonlight coming in from the window reflected on Su Yizheng's side face, exquisite as ever.

Song Yubin knew that Su Yi was a bit obsessed with beds. Although he could not fall asleep, he would often wake up in the middle of the night, and the bed at Su Yizheng's house was only found in his bedroom.

Song Yubin carefully separated Su Yizheng's hands and placed them on both sides, covered Su Yizheng's body with the quilt, and sat on the stool by the bed, staring at Su Yizheng's face, wondering what he was thinking.

He stretched out his hand to touch Su Yizheng's face, but when he touched it, he retracted suddenly as if getting an electric shock, his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.

Su Yizheng is indifferent, selfish, and hypocritical.Even he can't say what's so good about Su Yizheng, but he is such a person, he is like taking drugs, he can't quit, he can't forget.I can only try my best to restrain my inner impulse and tell myself that this person has nothing to do with me.

He really wanted to kill Su Yizheng, but when the critical moment came, he couldn't bear it. Even if he knew clearly in his heart that if Su Yizheng was left in the world, he would be the only one to be tortured in the end.

In the previous life, after serious investigation, Su Yizheng was right, Gu Junbiao and Yin Jihou were right, and even Qiu Jiayi was innocent.If he hadn't ruined Su Yizheng impulsively, how could Su Yizheng plot against him? Even if his family was destroyed in the end, he wouldn't blame anyone, everything was just what he deserved.

He stood up, took out a windbreaker from the wardrobe in the dressing room, closed the door softly, and prepared to leave.

Su Yi, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his eyes in the dark, looking at the full moon outside the window, a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

The hall was still brightly lit, and the beautiful woman was leaning leisurely on a man, gently shaking a glass of red wine in her hand, her eyes were as charming as silk.

Song Yubin stood on the stairs, staring deeply at the two people on the sofa, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

The man who had been teasing the woman turned his head and saw Song Yubin standing on the stairs, and suddenly fell silent.

"Hey, why don't you talk anymore?" The woman put her arms around the man's neck with a sweet voice.

"Song...Master Song..."

The woman glanced at the man's neck and saw Song Yubin standing on the stairs. She didn't have any embarrassment when a child caught her having an affair, but she looked calm.

"Mother," Song Yubin walked down the stairs step by step, the sound of the leather shoes touching the wooden floor became even more dull at this moment.

He stood opposite the sofa and looked at the two people opposite him: "Mother, it's late today, you should go to rest." Although it was an honorific, it was an invisible pressure, and the atmosphere in the whole room was a little dignified .

"Then, then I'll take my leave first..." The man pushed away the woman leaning on him, and ran out of the Song residence as if there was a jackal behind him.

Park Min Hye was not annoyed at being pushed away, but curled her lips and said rather boringly: "All Korean men are so timid."

"Mother, this is the Song family."

Park Minhui glanced at Song Yubin teasingly, and said mockingly: "Aren't you as romantic as me before? Why, now you want to stick to that ridiculous loyalty for your little fiancée who is engaged in two days?"

"Let me tell you~ the most worthless thing in this world is the so-called loyalty."

Song Yubin frowned and interrupted what Park Minhui was about to say: "Mother, it's time for you to go to rest." After speaking, he strode out of the gate.

Park Min Hui lazily fell on the sofa, and swept the door intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Song Yubin didn't go anywhere, but drove directly to the execution hall of the Rixinhui.

The execution hall is not as gloomy and terrifying as most people imagine, nor is it filled with the so-called bloody smell, but is composed of a villa on the outskirts of the city. During the day, blue sky, sunshine, flowers and tender grass can be seen everywhere .

At night, this place becomes a terrifying Shura field. The most common punishment in the execution hall is whipping. The whipping is made of cowhide. Special whipping by professionals will double the pain Does not leave scars on people.Even after accepting punishment on the first day, it is normal to continue to perform tasks the next day.Generally speaking, the punishment hall for people from outside is much stricter, and disability is also common.This is also why Song Yubin has a gangster-like ruffian in him.

"Master."

Song Yubin nodded to the people on both sides, looked down at the time on his left hand, and strode in.

11:42 minutes

Even though it was almost 12 o'clock, the villa was still brightly lit, and although many people could be seen walking around in the villa, there was no noise, and it was extraordinarily quiet.

As soon as Song Yubin entered the first torture room, he saw 23 people huddled together. The colorful hair under the fluorescent lamp made Song Yubin's eyes dazzled.

"Big... big brother... please spare us," a green-haired man scrambled to Song Yubin's feet, hugging Song Yubin's feet tightly with both hands, humble and pitiful.

Song Yubin squatted down and said softly, "Do you know what you did wrong today?"

"Beat... beat someone..."

"Who was hit?"

Dozens of people looked at each other in blank dismay. They really didn't know who they were beating, but they had to admit their mistakes when they were caught here for no reason.

"It doesn't really matter who that person is, it's just that the combined lives of all of you can't kill him," his face suddenly became serious, causing dozens of people to shudder involuntarily, but suddenly His face softened again, "But, his hands are fine, so you can also avoid paying for his hands, right?"

Dozens of people nodded like pounding garlic.

"Capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot be escaped. You should use your right hand to apologize," Song Yubin glanced at the people behind him, and said coldly, "Drag on."

Dozens of men in black rushed in and dragged them to another room. They had plenty of ways to break the tendons of these people's hands without a trace.

"Master?" John stood beside Song Yubin, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"John, there are some people, the more you pamper him, the more you go too far..."