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The restaurant was still open the next day, and Zhou Shoulin had to get up early to make arrangements. The neighbors left after not staying for long, and only Uncle Zhou, Zhou Qingluo, Song Ling, and Zhou Shoulin's two little apprentices were left to clean up.

Zhou Shoulin took the busy Uncle Zhou to rest, "Brother, sit down for a while and let the children clean up."

Uncle Zhou: "It's okay, I'm not tired either."

Zhou Shoulin dragged him over, "Take a break, we two brothers go inside to talk and keep the kids busy."

Uncle Zhou put down his work and followed Zhou Shoulin into the house.

Zhou Shoulin could tell that something was wrong with this old man today, he looked absent-minded, as if he had something on his mind.

This uncle is not short of money. He had a lot of savings from opening a restaurant before, and his son is quite promising. It is said that he used to be an executive of a famous company, but later immigrated abroad. His daughter-in-law and grandson are all living abroad.

He is not short of money, and he will not come to work in the store. It is purely obligatory to help.

He was not acclimatized to the environment when he went abroad, so he lived alone in China.

Zhou Shoulin drank some wine and became more talkative, "Most of the credit for the opening of this restaurant is due to you. I have to thank you."

Uncle Zhou waved his hand, "It's nothing more than a little effort, but you are an amazing person. You have made so many people re-employed, and you have taught your son and daughter very well, especially Qing Luo, I like it so much."

Zhou Shoulin: "I was laid off in middle age, and my child's mother left early. Qing Luo was ignorant when he was young, and it made me worry a lot. Unlike your child, he was not worried about since he was a child, but this child grew up more and more. Now that I’m sensible, my hardships are not in vain.”

Uncle Zhou smiled wryly and remained silent.

Zhou Shoulin: "Brother, if you have any difficulties, tell us and see if everyone can help."

Uncle Zhou: "No, I'm just a little surprised. I read the news some time ago, and I didn't expect Song Ling to be his child about the scandals of Song Zhaoguang, the former chairman of Baomu Group."

Speaking of Song Zhaoguang, Zhou Shoulin gritted his teeth bitterly, "This scumbag's scandals are more than that. Back then, the Red Star Brick Factory was facing transformation. Our factory manager wanted to lead everyone to break through innovation and seek development, but Baomu Group said they liked this The piece of land needs to be developed, and we promised to buy the property on the spot. At that time, Song Ling's biological mother was in charge of this project, but Song Zhaoguang, a beast..."

Zhou Shoulin was so angry that his voice was raised, but he looked at Song Ling who was busy outside the door, heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't continue, "Forget it, Song Ling's life is hard, and he grew up in Song's family. I don't know how much he has suffered. , was seriously ill, and was cured some time ago, sometimes I feel that God is short-sighted."

Zhou Shoulin spoke excitedly, not paying attention to Uncle Zhou who was at the side with a pale face, and continued: "Every good person in the Song family, as well as those who work for tigers, should all go to jail."

Uncle Zhou forced a smile on his face: "Shoulin, you are tired too, go to bed early, I'm going home."

Zhou Shoulin asked to stay: "Just live here."

"I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I have to go out early. There is a bus there, which is convenient."

"The children are here, let them see you off."

"no, I'm fine."

Zhou Shoulin ignored it, and beckoned Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling to come in, "You two will send Uncle Zhou there."

"I'll just take a taxi myself."

Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling came in and saw that they were declining.

Zhou Shoulin: "It should be, you have helped me so much, it should be."

Uncle Zhou: "No need."

Zhou Qingluo smiled and said, "It's okay, Song Ling will take a car ride, it's getting late."

Song Ling immediately took out the car key, pressed it, and the sound of the car unlocking was heard outside the house.

Zhou Qingluo dragged Uncle Zhou out, and the others also came out to see him off.

Walking to the side of the car, Song Ling opened the door of the back seat.

Uncle Zhou glanced at Song Ling. This child was taciturn, and despite being treated inhumanly, he remained kind.

Uncle Zhou got into Song Ling's car. Song Ling closed the car door and said to Zhou Qingluo in a low voice, "I'll go by myself, you stay and help, clean up early, and my dad goes to bed early."

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay."

After Song Ling finished speaking, he got into the driver's seat and looked at Uncle Zhou through the rearview mirror.

The eyes of the two met unexpectedly in the mirror.

Inexplicably, Uncle Zhou felt guilty. He wanted to open the door and get out of the car, but Song Ling locked it.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

Song Ling: "Sit down, I'm leaving."

Uncle Zhou swallowed nervously, perhaps because of a guilty conscience, he was a little restless.

Before the car arrived, Uncle Zhou asked Song Ling to stop the car, pointed to another neighborhood and said, "I'm here, it's not easy to park on the opposite side, so just park here, I'll just cross the road by myself."

Song Ling didn't stop, and drove straight forward.

Uncle Zhou panicked, "Stop the car."

Song Ling interrupted him: "I know you are Zhou Yunqian's father."

Uncle Zhou was astonished, and it took him a while to realize, "You, when did you know?"

Song Ling looked at Uncle Zhou calmly: "Ten years ago."

Uncle Zhou's heart sank slowly.

Also, Zhou Yunqian is a perpetrator, how could Song Ling not find out Zhou Yunqian's details.

Although unexpected, it is also reasonable.

Uncle Zhou accepted his fate and closed his eyes, "You sent Qing Luo away on purpose, what do you want?"

Song Ling laughed mockingly, "What do I want, do I have to wait until today?"

Uncle Zhou sighed.

It was snowing heavily that day, and Song Ling helped him. Up to now, they have met several times, and Song Ling did not treat him unusually.

Uncle Zhou: "Yun Qian is also in jail, and he has been punished. If you want to do something to me, a bad old man, please do it."

Song Ling snorted disdainfully, and said in a casual and normal tone, "Zhou Yunqian put you here and sent his wife and children abroad, thinking that Song Jinyi would let them go."

Uncle Zhou became emotional immediately, "It's because I don't want to go, I'm not used to living abroad."

Song Ling said with a half-smile, "Really."

Uncle Zhou opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally couldn't utter a word, so he sat down on the chair slumped.

"Baomu Group has too many black accounts. If all of them are revealed, your son will be sentenced to more than ten years in prison."

Song Ling's tone was sparse and ordinary, as if he was talking about something so ordinary that it could no longer be ordinary.

Uncle Zhou sat in the back seat in a daze. When he recovered, Song Ling's car had already stopped, "Here we are, get out of the car."

Uncle Zhou looked out the window, and the car had already parked downstairs in his unit.

Uncle Zhou got out of the car, took two steps and then turned around and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Ling: "You helped Uncle Zhou, so I want to tell you that if Zhou Yunqian turns himself in or confesses, he may still come out to die for you."

Song Ling knew that he was not a good person in the traditional sense, but he was willing to think for Qing Luo.

Uncle Zhou is kind to Qing Luo, if he were Qing Luo, he would not want to see this old man die alone.

This was already his greatest forgiveness to Zhou Yunqian.

When Song Ling returned to Zhou Qingluo's house, Zhou Shoulin had already fallen asleep. Zhou Qingluo fell asleep leaning on the sofa with his cell phone in his hand, but the light was still on.

Song Ling closed the door gently, feeling soft in his heart.

No one has ever left a lamp for him.

He walked lightly to Zhou Qingluo's side, moved a small chair and sat beside Zhou Qingluo, watching him quietly.

This person is gentle and soft-hearted. Sometimes he is eloquent and eloquent, but when teasing him, he is extremely clumsy.

The eyelashes are terribly long, and she doesn't seem to be sleeping peacefully. She frowns, blinks her eyes lightly, and her eyelashes tremble, which is really flattering.

Such a good Qingluo deserves the best of everything in the world.

Song Ling scratched his face with a smile on his face, but unexpectedly woke him up.

Zhou Qingluo opened his eyes sleepily, and when he saw Song Ling, he smiled, "I'm back."

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to talk about Song Jinyi's Weibo post.

He just finished tidying up, Jiao Zuo called him, saying that Song Jinyi had posted on Weibo, don't let Song Ling go online, they are trying their best to ask the navy to withdraw from the trending search, but the other party is not relentless, and has no intention of posting this The matter is covered.

Song Jinyi: [Chenxing Net's [. ] is my younger brother Song Ling, he has a serious mental illness, please forgive him for his mistakes, as an older brother, I would like to donate the same amount to charity foundations. 】

When Song Jinyi's Weibo came out, there was an uproar.

At the same time, Song Ling's medical certificates of various mental illnesses spread like wildfire on the Internet.

In the blink of an eye, on the Internet, Song Ling changed from a handsome guy with a straightforward and cute boyfriend Li MAX to a psychopath with antisocial personality tendencies.

No matter how high they were praised a few days ago, how hard they are stepped on now.

It is said that unplugging the network cable is enough, but now who can live without unplugging the network cable.

Presumably, Song Ling's current colleagues, friends in the coffee shop, and even people who had met Song Ling once knew about his dark past.

Song Jinyi is really perverted.

The best way to destroy a person is to let him have everything, and then beat him back to his original form.

The way he regained his life was the way he should be destroyed.

In Qingling City, the comics industry is a very small industry, and Chenxing.com is also a very small website, and the annual tax paid is less than a fraction of Baomu Group.

Song Ling had just gained everyone's approval and love in a small circle, and he was going to destroy it in a more powerful way.

Song Ling sat beside him, put his arms around his shoulders, and kissed his cheek.

Song Ling's face was cold, while Zhou Qingluo's was warm. He pressed against Song Ling's face tightly and hugged him, "It must be cold outside."

Song Ling: "It's okay, why don't you sleep in your room?"

Zhou Qingluo leaned into his arms and put his arms around his waist, "Waiting for you."

"Pick me up?"

Zhou Qingluo got up, turned around and sat on Song Ling's lap, put his arms around Song Ling's neck, pressed his forehead against his forehead, gently rubbed the tip of his nose against his nose, and kissed his lips, "A Ling, I love you!" You, no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

Song Ling never expected that he would have such late-night benefits. The interrogative sentence he said, Zhou Qingluo took it as an instruction, and teased him with style.

Song Ling gritted his teeth, hugged his thigh, and stood up straight from the sofa.

Zhou Qingluo let out a low cry, hugged Song Ling's neck tightly in fright, and hung it on his body like a pendant.

When the door closed, everything was no longer under his control.

Song Ling wasn't satisfied with calling him "A Ling" intimately, and made him call him more by changing tricks.

For example, holding down his leg, half in and out, forcing him to call brother.

For example, she lowered her head and sucked him in her mouth, touched and bit him lightly, forcing him to call her husband.

He did everything in his power to get him to surrender.

Zhou Qingluo gritted his teeth and grabbed the bed sheet, stubbornly confronting him, but it didn't help. Finally, he obediently surrendered, nestled in his arms, and called out in a low voice: "Husband."

Song Ling stared into his eyes, kissed him, and became one with him deeply.

After everything calmed down, the two hugged tightly on the double bed.

"Qing Luo, I love you."

"I love you too," Zhou Qingluo snuggled into his arms, pinching his fingers, "No matter what happens, or what others say about you, I will love you and will never leave you."