Chapter 435: The last destined person, problems with the original family?
Seeing the person, Shi Sang joked: "Vice Captain No. 17, you are doing well."
Jiang Yan smiled with big white teeth. After working hard for so long, she finally got the recognition she wanted.
Gu Huizhou said angrily: "I rush to the front for everything. If she doesn't get promoted, who will be promoted? Everyone in the 505 office says she is the second to you. Captain Baili is busy with the wedding and is not working so hard. It's better for her to step up." ”
Jiang Yan looked askance: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Gu Huizhou became mute in an instant.
Shi Sang carefully looked at the relationship between the two, and found strangely that the red thread between the two was tied together again, and the male and female protagonist in the storybook ushered in another life.
Rong Chunhua stood aside and acted as the background wall. His eyes showed an aura of knowing the vastness of the world and still pitying the green grass and trees, like an elder who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
See this.
Jiang Yan secretly whispered in Shi Sang's ear, wanting to tease Shi Sang in turn: "Sir Rong looks young, but his aura is the same as that of someone who is seventy or eighty years old. I wonder if he is also very old-fashioned~"
Shi Sang humbly asked: "In which aspect?"
Jiang Yan looked puzzled. Who didn't read comics or novels with color in their teenage years? Why could Shi Sang not understand her words?
Inexplicably, Jiang Yan felt like a spoiled child. She secretly passed dozens of G novels and comics to Shi Sang, and also set up a "bumper" that would be automatically destroyed after reading it once to ensure that she would not read it again in the future. The club dies.
Gu Huizhou didn't expect Jiang Yan to understand so well. He blushed and reminded the people around him: "Don't spread it."
Jiang Yan waved her hand and said, "You know what? It takes more than three people to spread the word. Let's go and get to work!"
Shi Sang casually opened the file package, and then his face was blurred by the pictures. His face was as hot as fire, and his eyes were full of affection when he looked at Rong Chunhua.
Rong Chunhua's face was full of worry: "What's wrong with you?"
Shi Sang quickly turned off the phone screen and covered half of his face: "Say something inappropriate."
Rong Chunhua said seriously: "Huh?"
Shi Sang swallowed: "I'm so horny now."
Rong Chunhua was frightened by Shi Sang's change: "Huh!?"
Shi Sang put down his hand, stepped closer to Rong Chunhua, and hooked his sweetheart's delicate, chinless chin.
Rong Chunhua pretended to be calm: "This level of seduction can no longer make waves in my heart."
He pretended that his heart was at peace, and that the ethereal sound of Buddhist scriptures sounded in his mind.
Shi Sang looked at Rong Chunhua up and down, and the fingertips on Rong Chunhua's chin slid all the way to her abdominal muscles. She thought about the picture Jiang Yan sent, and smiled meaningfully: "Don't worry, when you recover, I will let you do it." Can't stand it."
Rong Chunhua: "..."
No, Jiang Yan sent something poisonous to Shi Sang! ?
finally.
Rong Chunhua's question was not answered, and Shi Sang had already turned around and found an open space to start the live broadcast.
Shi Sang rubbed his eyebrows: "Is the last destined person here?"
[Why is the anchor a little dissatisfied with desires? 】
[Poor us mulberries, we still don’t know who the mulberry god’s main palace is. 】
【Don’t you know? I heard that he is Rong Chunhua, the former executive officer of the 505 Office and the head of the Rong family. 】
[Where did the friendship between these two people come from? 】
[The anchor is dating behind our back 555! 】
Shi Sang found Rong Chunhua's photo: "I obviously talked about it openly, but you don't know it."
As soon as the photo comes out.
There was another wailing in the live broadcast room.
[Wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and straight body, what kind of fairy boyfriend is this? 】
[Help, my heart is beating! 】
[It feels like he came out of a comic book.] [As expected, being handsome is a feeling.]
[I will never rest in peace if I never talk to someone like this in my life! 】
[The question is how to talk about it. 】
[Drowsy, I suddenly opened my eyes wide. Who understands? 】
【I understand, bitter tea flies~】
[With this height and this proportion, Sangsang, I don’t recommend that the three of us live together! (I stand in the middle, holding my wife with my left hand, and my husband with my right hand~]
After a long time, the wailing stopped with the comment "a big liar who can't lie".
[Anchor, please help me. I suspect that my dad lied to me to go home to harm me. I am currently in the service area of Jiangmin Expressway. I sent you this message while my dad was in the toilet. 】
【Is it so exciting to play? 】
[Tiger poison does not eat its seeds, I don’t believe it anyway. 】
[Think about the blind man, that is not a normal father. 】
[If you want to kill someone, why don’t you report it immediately? 】
Shi Sang repeatedly called "the big liar who can't lie", and a panic-looking woman appeared in the camera.
Shi Sang counted with his fingers: "Song Lu, do you want to ask if your mother is really sick, and if they want to harm you?"
Song Lu nodded heavily.
"My father told me that my mother was not in good health and asked me to go back with him to take care of my mother."
"To tell you the truth, I really don't want to go back to that suffocating place, but he made trouble in my company. My boss promised me a few days off and asked me to go home with my dad. Although I am a road addict, the navigation showed the end point. It’s not my home at all.”
"If I remember correctly, that is my hometown, but there is no one in my hometown anymore. Assuming that my mother is really in poor health, why didn't she go to a big hospital instead of staying in her hometown?"
"My intuition tells me that there is something wrong, but I have no evidence, and I'm afraid it will be useless to report J. I originally wanted to send you a private message to ask, but I happened to see you live broadcast, and I didn't expect that I would get a lucky bag. You must Please help me!"
Friends in the live broadcast room sighed for a while.
[It’s the problem of the original family again, hey. 】
[Sounds like a horror movie. 】
[It’s terrifying to think about it! 】
【Barrage body protection! ! ! 】
Song Lu lowered her head as she spoke: "According to my parents' description, I was autistic when I was a child. It brought a lot of inconvenience to my parents and disgraced our Song family."
Growing up, her parents' favorite thing to do was to rub her self-esteem on the ground and beat and scold her at every turn. However, she also took the postgraduate entrance examination after junior college. It was only after she went to college that she learned how other families get along. Realizing that her parents were wrong in educating their children.
Song Lu smiled bitterly: "They always had various reasons to beat me and scold me. When I was a child, I didn't know that it was domestic violence."
[Take photos of the evidence that they beat you, as well as the wounds, and take up the law to protect yourself! 】
[After all, she is the mother who gave birth to herself and raised her own children. If she can speak nicely, she will try not to sue. 】
[Oh, don’t blame your parents for everything. You are right. Do your parents deserve to beat you? 】
[I want to ask what the destined person did. Otherwise, how could normal parents be willing to spank their children? 】
See the disbelief of water friends.
Song Lu took off the leather gloves she had been wearing, revealing various wounds on the back of her hands the size of her thumb. Her mother liked to wear high heels and crush her hands under her feet, like grinding cigarette butts.
The rest of the puncture wounds were caused by her mother smashing chopsticks into the hot pot, and the hot oil splashed on the back of her hand, causing blisters. Because they were not treated in time, scars were left.
Even though the wound had healed, the scar was still there. Song Lu could always think of herself with a bloodless face and cold sweat oozing from her forehead.
She wanted to hug her former self many times and tell herself that everything would be fine.
