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The same night, some people have no dreams all night, and some people have long nights and many dreams.

There are so many things happening every day, which celebrity got divorced, which rich businessman cheated, which idol had a night party with a little wolf dog, who kissed all the way from the nanny car to the door...

These messages are transmitted to thousands of households at a speed that cannot be covered by paper through tens of thousands of optical fibers, or become people's gossip conversations, or become a negative case that alerts everyone.

Zhou Qingluo fell asleep in Zhou Qingmu's room, and when he woke up, Quietly went to the next door to take a look. Song Ling was still sleeping.

No wonder he got seriously ill that month, hid himself without eating or drinking, and even harmed himself.

Zhou Shoulin: "Don't wake him up, ask him to take a leave of absence from the boss, let him sleep well, this kid is not easy."

Zhou Qingluo closed the door lightly, and asked in a low voice: "Dad, I sorted out a lot of materials yesterday, but I didn't see Mama Yan mentioning Song Ling. Doesn't she miss Song Ling at all?"

Zhou Shoulin was silent for a long time before he sighed quietly, "How could Yan Sheng, who is so independent and proud, endure such humiliation, Xiao Song is a pitiful person."

Zhou Shoulin didn't expect that Song Ling was actually Song Zhaoguang's son, but he was quite different from Song Zhaoguang.

This child is sensible and thoughtful. When he first moved in that day, he installed a surveillance camera at the door of his house, and installed it in the kitchen. He probably expected that Song Zhaoguang would come to his house one day, and he was afraid that the Song family would make him He was framed by fraud, so he must have taken precautions.

It is estimated that after growing up in the Song family for so many years, he has suffered a lot, so he ran out quietly.

Zhou Qingluo glanced into the room and let out a sigh of relief.

Zhou Shoulin said it very euphemistically, but the meaning is already obvious.

Song Zhaoguang should go to hell. A moment of evil thoughts has ruined many people's lives.

Just as Zhou Qingluo went out, there were a few people standing outside the door. When they saw Zhou Qingluo, they asked, "How is Song Ling?"

Zhou Qingluo: "It's okay, I'm still sleeping, I haven't woken up yet."

"We made an appointment with a lawyer. We wanted to ask your father to consult about the past, so let him take care of Song Ling at home, and we will go by ourselves."

"Song Zhaoguang can't be so cheap."

Zhou Qingluo bid them farewell. When he first arrived at the company, everyone in the office was gossiping, which was very exciting.

"Damn it! END came back out of the arena, it seems that this matter is almost inseparable!"

"END personally went to the sea to break the news? Let me see, is it a fake or shoddy product?"

"A genuine large size."

Zhao Dayu was dubious, so he quickly logged into his account to verify.

It is true, it is indeed END.

Zhao Dayu: "Exciting, it seems that END has a feud with Baomu, and he was also the one who exploded poisonous seafood last time."

Liang Qiu: "Isn't it an internal employee who broke the news about the poisonous seafood? The instigator, Zhou Yunqian, has surrendered himself."

Zhao Dayu smiled and said nothing, and he didn't want to mention those dirty things about Baomu. Baomu, a big tree rotten to the root, would one day be betrayed by all relatives and be uprooted.

The news broke out from the top programmer forums, and it was the hacker END who never knew who he was, who broke the news himself. After a while, all major websites had entries, and the hot searches were high.

#宝木集团Former chairman qj female subordinate#

#宝木集团问题跑海希望#

#宝木集团25年前#

# Yan Sheng #

……

Big and small websites, there is no hot search that Baomu Group can't get on.

The cause and effect of the incident, the ins and outs, are all clear. In those glowing old newspapers and documents, Yan Sheng's accusation is full of tears and heart-wrenching sentences, vividly showing the helplessness and despair of a woman back then.

Without too much copywriting polishing, every word is the struggle and unwillingness written by Yan Sheng himself.

No one is unmoved.

All the evidence points to Baomu Group.

All the spearheads are directed at Song Zhaoguang.

Only a few hours later, #宋浩光去死# also appeared on the trending searches.

Zhou Qingluo browsed the webpage silently, watching the matter ferment and erupt step by step.

Zhou Qingluo turned to the end. It was a cold tombstone with only the words 'Ms. Yan' on it and a letter behind it.

Zhou Qingluo opened up.

It was a piece of paper torn from a diary, scrawled and unsigned.

It is a letter to a child.

【Son, you didn't come into this world with expectations and blessings. Your parents are enemies, and you are doomed to die, so your life is doomed to have a long and dark road to go.

I love myself too much, my career too much, and the person I want to spend my whole life with, but that beast Song Zhaoguang trampled on my ideals and dignity, ruined my future and dreams, ruined my life and Hope, let me fall into darkness, I will fight him to the death.

You are innocent, but with his blood on you, I can't love you now.

If I can get out of this nightmare in this life, I will go to you. If I can’t, I hope you are lucky enough to meet a soft-hearted person in this life, and you will survive the disaster of your life. If you are not lucky, you will love yourself bravely and practice Be capable, protect yourself well, and live strong. When we meet in another world a hundred years later, I will try my best to recognize you at first sight. At that time, Song Zhaoguang will definitely be dragged to hell. I can love you well, right? . 】

When sorting out the materials yesterday, Zhou Qingluo didn't see this suicide note.

This piece of paper is a bit old, but it is not yellowed, so it should be kept carefully.

This letter has always been with Song Ling.

Yan Sheng has already resonated with netizens.

Everyone is feeling sorry for her.

Things escalated rapidly, and some people who had been harassed by Song Zhaoguang also came forward one after another. In just a few days, many netizens waited for the police to report.

A case has been filed and investigations are being done with all our might.

At this time, Song Zhaoguang was already a soldier.

As soon as the news broke out, he didn't care, thinking that there was nothing that money couldn't solve, and no one in the Song family cared about it.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, things got out of control, and they felt powerless.

Song Zhaoguang sat in the lobby of a luxury villa, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and made countless phone calls angrily, but the result was still powerless and irreversible.

Song Zhaoguang dropped the mobile phone on the marble floor, and the mobile phone was immediately shattered and torn apart.

The servant tidied it up silently, this is already the fifth one today.

Song Zhaoguang was so angry that he didn't like anything, looked at the servant who was lying on the ground picking up the broken glass, and kicked him, "Get out, get out of here."

The servant who was kicked to the ground was a middle-aged man. He got up bitterly and pushed Song Zhaoguang angrily.

Song Zhaoguang didn't react, and fell to the ground.

Song Zhaoguang glared angrily, "What the hell are you? How dare you push me?"

The servant snorted coldly, "You are not a thing, the good deeds you have done, now the whole internet knows, you scum."

"You have been fired, and all relatives related to you, as long as they work in Baomu, will be fired."

The servant took off his coat and fell to the ground, "Just resign, my house has just been demolished, so I don't need your salary."

After the servant finished speaking, he left. Song Zhaoguang held his breath and had nowhere to vent his anger. He looked around and said, "Anyone else wants to get out, get out quickly."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Song Xuelian came down from upstairs, "You provoked a mess yourself, if you don't deal with it yourself, why are you crazy here?"

Song Zhaoguang got up from the ground, ran over and begged, "Xuelian, help me one more time, Yan Sheng was able to suppress Yan Sheng's jump from the building that year, but now it's just the old things being uncovered, you have a way, right?"

Song Xuelian threw away his arm impatiently, "Song Zhaoguang, I knew this earlier, so why did you do it in the first place? Since you made up your mind to join the Song family and want to be romantic, you deserve it."

"Xuelian, you can't say that. Song Ling has given Jin Yi a lot of blood transfusions over the years. It's a good thing, right?"

"Song Zhaoguang, you are useless yourself. Jinyi won't let you go to the Red Star Brick Factory. You have to make up your own mind and say you want to disgust those poor people. You are done talking. Now it is your own son who sent you to hell. You Seek good luck."

Song Zhaoguang was so angry that he lost his mind, grabbed Song Xuelian, threw her down on the sofa, and pinched her neck, "You stinky bitch, perverted, the son you gave birth to is also perverted, why don't you go die."

How could Song Xuelian, a sick person, beat Song Zhaoguang, a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, she didn't struggle, she lay on the sofa and stared at Song Zhaoguang, like a ghost walking dead.

Song Zhaoguang looked at this stagnant woman, and for the first time regretted coming to the Song family at all costs, but it was too late, Song Jinyi had already returned, brought the police, and took Song Zhaoguang away.

Song Zhaoguang looked back at this luxurious villa, his life was like a cloud of smoke in the past, his dream of a wealthy family was shattered, and what awaited him would be endless prisons.

In a few years, the Song family's mother and son will be exhausted, and it will have nothing to do with him who will win the Song family.

The dream he had for so many years was only a dream after all.

Yan Sheng's curse finally came true.

Song Zhaoguang turned his head and gave Song Jinyi a cold look, "Song Ling won't let you go, you two perverts."

With Song Zhaoguang imprisoned, there was a lot of applause on the Internet. During this time, Song Ling did not go out or surf the Internet. He stayed at home and helped Zhou Shoulin. Like a child, he tried every means to make him happy.

During this period, Song Ling only went to the hospital once for DNA sampling and comparison. Song Ling was indeed born to Song Zhaoguang and Yan Sheng.

According to the inference of time, Song Zhaoguang was married at the time, and all the time and place of Yan Sheng's previous evidence were consistent. Song Zhaoguang confessed not, and he was convicted of QJ.

With Song Zhaoguang imprisoned, the stock price of Baomu Group continued to plummet, shareholders sold their stocks one after another, and employees resigned on a large scale.

The companies took advantage of the fire to rob and fan the flames, and those companies that Baomu had cheated all stood up to denounce, and all Baomu products with the theme of caring for women were boycotted.

Baomu Group has too many negative news recently, which has also attracted the attention of relevant departments.

Baomu, who used to cover the sky with one hand, is now lying cross-legged on the land that once belonged to him like a dying beast.

Song Zhaoguang was imprisoned, and the matter was finally settled. The old community of Hongxing Brick Factory seemed to celebrate the New Year. Every household bought a la carte and wine and came to Zhou Shoulin's house for a celebration banquet.

The house was very lively, Aunt Li joked, "Oh, we haven't been this lively here for a long time."

"Yeah, there are fewer people now. Which family married a daughter-in-law before and didn't want to be bustling now."

"This person is in high spirits on happy occasions, let's get together more in the future."

"In the future, when Qing Luo gets married, he will do it at home. Like now, everyone will come to help. It's more traditional and lively, so don't go to any hotel."

Zhou Shoulin said cheerfully: "Okay, we will do this when Qing Luo gets married in the future."

Song Ling suddenly said that he would take Zhou Qingluo somewhere.

Zhou Qingluo: "It's time to eat, where are we going?"

"The two of us will pay homage to the bridal chamber later, so you have to meet the parents first."

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Song Ling brought Zhou Qingluo to the cemetery.

"The day you sent snail noodles to Song's house was her death day, Qing Luo, I'm sorry, I deliberately used you to disgust Song Zhaoguang that day."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "I don't care."

"I promise you, treat your illness well."

Zhou Qingluo looked at the cold words 'Ms. Yan' on the stone tablet. Even the date of birth and date of death were unknown, like a lonely soul in a wild grave.

But who would have imagined that under these three words, there is a woman who dares to defend her own rights, an indomitable soul.

The sharp-eyed netizens found this place through photos. Now her lonely grave is filled with flowers and letters written by netizens.

【Yan Sheng, the bad guy has been punished, you can rest in peace】

【Yan Sheng, I wish I could have been born a few years earlier to lend you a helping hand】

[May your soul be redeemed, reach bliss early, bless your children, and meet a soft-hearted person in this life]

Song Ling put down the little white flower in his hand, and took Zhou Qingluo's hand, "Yan Sheng, your daughter-in-law, he said he would take me with him wherever he went."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Hello, Yan Sheng."