Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

Yu Lansong looked around the studio, and there was no place for him to sit except the bed that had locked him, but the broken lock was still hanging on the side of the bed.

Fearing that the boss would lock him up again when he got agitated, Yu Lansong hurriedly looked away stiffly, pretending not to see it, and asked Meng Fuli in a soft voice, "Where am I sitting?"

Mengfori's movements were also a little slow, and he scratched his messy hair irritably. He usually sat on the floor when working in the studio, and he couldn't find a stool or chair after searching for a long time.

Yu Lansong could only rely on himself, so he turned an empty bucket in the studio upside down and sat on it.

The barrel is not very high, and a big boy with a height of 1.7 meters has to sit on it with his legs folded, especially like a child sitting on a small bench.

He had to look up at Montfort, and after a while his neck got tired.

He looked at the boss who was obviously not in a stable mental state and seemed to be going red-blooded at any time, pursed his lips, and didn't dare to say anything.

Meng Fuli took the initiative to squat down, and the tall and big man curled up his legs in front of Yu Lansong like a beast with its claws retracted.

This way the eyes of the two are on the same level.

The blue eyes reflected Yu Lansong's figure, and Meng Fuli even breathed carefully, for fear of breaking the boy sitting in the dust, "What do you want from me, is someone bullying you?"

This was the only thing he could think of that made Yu Lansong come to him on his own initiative.

Yu Lansong shook her head, "No, it's just that I want to talk to you about what I said about you before, your family... I think about what happened later."

He didn't dare to look into Mengfori's eyes, so he could only glance randomly, and suddenly touched the torn painting on the ground, and when he saw himself on it, he held his breath.

Little by little, his cheeks were stained with blush, and then turned pale again, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

Montfort was afraid that he might misunderstand, so he quickly explained to him, "I didn't intend to tear up these paintings on purpose, it's just that the painting after painting always didn't satisfy me, and I didn't want to be seen by you, so I tore it up."

He smiled wryly, "Maybe my parents are right, I really don't have much talent in painting."

Yu Lansong subconsciously wanted to comfort him, thinking that the uncertain man in front of him was the dungeon boss, so she quickly swallowed what she was going to say.

He cautiously asked, "Your parents... have they visited you since then?"

Meng Fuli took Yu Lansong's hand, and he lowered his eyes, looking at the lustrous luster of the round and jade-like nails, he sighed how could there be such a work of art in the world, and there is no place that is not beautiful.

He chuckled, raised his eyes slowly, with some vague meaning, "They are very busy, why would they spend time on me, a piece of trash."

"My younger brother Bingxue is smart, lively and cute, and he will follow their instructions in everything, just like a marionette in their hands, and they put all their energy and love on the second child."

Yu Lansong swallowed, and asked softly, "Don't you want to go out and see them?"

He immediately realized that he had asked a very sensitive question, and the strength of Xuxu's finger holding him suddenly increased, and his originally gentle face suddenly became gloomy.

Family is a thorn in Montfort's heart. He can take the initiative to bring it up with others, but he doesn't like others to ask.

It wasn't until Yu Lansong made a painful sound that he let go of his hand and rubbed him distressedly, "Sorry, I was distracted just now, does it hurt?"

When the dungeon boss rubbed his hands, Yu Lansong fell into deep thought.

He was thinking about whether to continue asking, but his fingers were suddenly sucked into the wet and soft place. When he looked up, he found that Montfort had his fingertips in his mouth.

The hairs on his body immediately stood on end, and he was so frightened that he wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was firmly pressed, and his fingertips would touch the tongue with a slight movement, and the soft finger pads were rubbed with rough tongue coating to become congested and became more sensitive.

Pulling out his fingertips, Montfort wiped him inside and out with a paper towel, and even squeezed his fingertips in. After finishing, Yu Lansong was about to burst into tears.

It's not painful, it's itchy.

Mengfori rolled up the tissue and threw it aside, his tone became lighter, "I don't blame them for a long time, they just don't love me, and people don't have to have love to live."

As if she really settled down with her family, she smiled and asked, "By the way, Songsong, do you want to meet them?"

Yu Lansong pursed her lips tightly. Meng Fuli's current state is really strange. There is a certain obsession in his eyes, so he doesn't know whether he wants to say it or not. He doesn't even dare to say anything now. .

At this time, he could only ask for help from the unreliable system outside the court, [Should I continue to ask?I always feel that something is wrong...]

The system was the least supportive of his door-to-door behavior, but its objection was useless, so it pretended to be cold and unwilling to talk to him.

Yu Lansong seemed to be nailed to the seat, and his soft hands were still held in the palms of his hands.

Montfort leaned forward, eyes full of expectation, and asked gently, "Do you want to see them? Songsong, baby, tell me, do you want to see them?"

He is like a fanatical believer, eager to confess his sins to a soft-hearted God, and like a devil trapped in purgatory, trying to drag down an innocent angel.

Yu Lansong's lips trembled, he really wanted to run away, because he felt that what happened next had exceeded his expectations, but his legs were so weak that he would die.

Monforie laughed at his reaction, "You can see them whenever you want."

Yu Lansong felt that the tone of his words was a bit weird, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

Ignoring Yu Lansong's protest, Meng Fuli took his hand and pressed it against his stomach, feeling the slight trembling of the fingertips, like some kind of small animal that was trembling in the palm of his hand at any time .

The muscles pulling the muscles at the corners of the mouth are getting bigger and bigger, and Monfori's voice is cheerful and loud, "Because they are all here."

Yu Lansong's eyelashes trembled violently, and he finally withdrew his hand in desperation, but his upper body lost his center of gravity and fell backwards. He kicked the bucket over, tripped him to the ground, and scratched the palm of his hand .

The paint tray on the easel next to it was overturned, and the bright red paint was scattered all over the floor, as sticky as blood.

Monforie also seemed to be no longer the poor man who was abandoned by the family, but became hideous.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you? I thought I was being tactful," Meng Fuli said apologetically, but without sincerity, he gently hugged Yu Lansong into his arms, pinching his bruises with distress hands.

His little rose was pale, but still pretty, trembling in his arms like a dodder.

In fact, Yu Lansong is not very timid at ordinary times, so he wouldn't be so frightened by a single sentence. If you want to blame him, you can blame him for watching a lot of horror movies.

As soon as Mengfori said that his family members were in his stomach, he immediately thought of ogres and the like, and was frightened by his own imagination.

He frantically knocked on the system in his heart, [Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow 】

The old god of the system who held the script in his hand was there, and he laughed at him when he saw him flustered, [What is this, there are too many perverted bosses in the elimination plan, look at you who have never seen the world. 】

He has indeed never seen the world, and the last time he knew about this kind of thing was in a certain crime book.

Meng Fuli kissed Yu Lansong's ear, "They and I are a family, and we finally merged into one. They should be very happy, after all, that day is my brother's birthday."

Yu Lansong immediately felt pity for his younger brother.

After all, the child did nothing wrong, he was just born in that family, with a pair of selfish and narrow-minded parents and a cruel and cruel elder brother.

"You insisted on asking, why did you scare yourself instead?" Meng Fuli rubbed Yu Lansong's hair, "My curiosity is satisfied, is there anything else I want to know?"

Yu Lansong reckoned that the time was almost up, and although he didn't want to stay any longer, it certainly wasn't that easy for him to leave.

He was racking his brains for a way out when a knock on the door released him from his embarrassing situation.

There were still a few minutes before the time for their discussion, but Lu Hanxun arrived early. His expression was very dull, and he didn't look the same as Yu Lansong standing outside the door.

He just said to Monforie, "Dean, a disobedient patient is fighting with the doctor. We can't persuade you. I hope you can solve it yourself."

Monforie stared at him with interest for a few seconds and then said, "How come? The patients in our hospital have never had any violent incidents since they entered the hospital."

Lu Hanxuan shrugged, "Probably they hid the medicine secretly again."

"This is your negligence," Monfori frowned and criticized, and then he made a compromise, "Okay, let's go and see what's going on."

Turning his head, Yu Lansong quickly got behind Lu Hanying like a kitten, and could only hear his voice, "I'm going back! It's nap time!"

Lu Hanxuan pulled him to his side, "You go with us, the patients like you very much, maybe it will be more useful for you to persuade them to fight."

Yu Lansong nodded to him obediently, "Alright then."

Lu Hanxuan also made things small. As soon as they approached the ward, they saw several people hiding outside the door and poking their heads. There were men's cursing and shouting, and the sound of things being smashed.

Montfort's frown deepened as he got closer to his brow, and his tone was severe, "What's going on?"

Yu Lansong saw Shen Jiao who was mixed in the crowd at a glance, and she said anxiously to the man, "President, you are finally here, there are doctors and patients fighting inside, none of us can hold back."

Monforie said loudly, "Violence is strictly prohibited in the hospital. Fighting is a serious violation of discipline. Both of them are locked in the confinement room to reflect."

He pushed open the door and saw two men wrestling together at a glance, one of them was very familiar, number 628, he would never forget it.

The other surprised him, "Doctor Qin, what are you doing?"

Taking advantage of 628's distraction, Qin Xuan kicked him again, without changing his face, he said, "It's nothing, just seeing him as an annoyance."

Yu Lansong peeked at the back and was stunned. The original agreement was just to act out. Why do these two seem to want to kill each other?