Maojin Huafu.

The driver was guarding the door and heard the cry of a woman coming from inside. He stood at the door with a calm expression, without any intention of peeping.

The rich have their own secrets, some are commercial secrets, and some are unknown little habits. They often accompany the boss everywhere in this way. If they want to do it for a long time, they must be able to keep their mouths and eyes.

"Wang Jianming, come out." Zhao Yungang unbuttoned his collar and said.

Wang Jianming hid in the quilt, shivered and said, "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong..."

Zhao Yungang went forward and lifted the quilt with one hand. A man with gray hair appeared inside, looking at him in his fifties and sixties. He looked at him in fear. Seeing Zhao Yungang reach out his hand, he covered his head in understanding and horror. Zhao Yungang grabbed his hair and picked him up, slapped him in the face.

He was fierce in his movements and his face was cruel, and Wang Jianming's face turned red when he was slapped.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, he just found out that his heart was not good!" Wang Jianming's wife cried outside.

Zhao Yungang threw Wang Jianming onto the bed, panting, and staring at him fiercely.

"You beat me to death," Wang Jianming seemed to be unable to tell the direction clearly by being suffocated, his eyes were confused, "You beat me to death, I've had enough, I've had enough."

Zhao Yun raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, kicked him down on the bed, and then stepped on his neck: "I want to die, it's not that cheap for you!"

Wang Jianming was almost breathless and struggled to hug his legs. Zhao Yungang said, "You can just wait in my hands."

Wang Jianming's face became redder and redder, and blue veins were already appearing on his forehead. His eyes were wide open, and he was about to die. Zhao Yun raised his feet and moved away from him.

Wang Jianming immediately gasped violently and rolled down to the bed. Perhaps he was breathing too quickly. He coughed again, his body trembling, but his hands grabbed Zhao Yungang's legs.

"Mr. Zhao, I was wrong. I really knew I was wrong. I went to Song Zhiyuan's tomb a few days ago to confess. I was obsessed with money for a while, but I have paid the price over the years. I am almost like a prisoner, controlled by you, and I atone for my sins. I am in poor health and can't live for a few years. My son wants to take me to the countryside. Please, let me go."

Zhao Yungang sneered: "I don't keep you from locking you up, you can leave at any time." He took a step back and looked at Wang Jianming with disgust: "Is anyone stopping you here?"

Wang Jianming struggled in pain and grabbed his trouser legs: "Mr. Zhao..."

Zhao Yungang's face was full of anger, and his tone was like a devil, saying, "Recover well, I'll come back next time."

"You are just deceiving yourself!" Wang Jianming immediately changed his face when he saw that he was about to leave, and raised his head and shouted: "Why are you treating me like this? Isn't it just to make yourself feel better? Is it the only one who killed Song Zhiyuan? And you and you! You pushed everything on my head, you beat me and scold me, just to cover up your guilt. I pushed Song Zhiyuan onto the cliff, but it was you Zhao Yungang who pushed him down!"

Zhao Yungang turned around and kicked Wang Jianming in the face when he heard this. Wang Jianming's head hit the legs of the bed. He couldn't get up for a long time and sneered with blood in his mouth.

"I'm not going to endure it, you feel unbearable, you can't live much better than me. Song Zhiyuan was watching, he was watching it under the ground."

"I treated you as a brother, so I introduced you to him. He also treated you as a brother, so I trust you. As a result, you borrowed my hand and forced him to death." Zhao Yungang said, "It's all your fault that is inferior to beasts. All sins are yours. I'm just... I'm just..."

"It's all your fault!" He roared with a red face.

"Otherwise he is still fine now, and all the things I have now may be what he will have, just because of you, because of your insidious and cunning little character set." He said.

"I won't let you die, and I won't let you live well. The law may not punish you, but I, Zhao Yungang, can. Your son and your grandson, don't want them to live with the debts they have to pay for several lifetimes. Just stay here honestly, stay until I die. I can only live if I look at you."

Zhao Yun had just walked to the door and turned his head to look at Wang Jianming. Tears gushed in his eyes. Wang Jianming is old, and he is old too.

When a person's eyes turn red, his heart becomes dark.

But his heart only darkened for a moment, but his eyes were red for the rest of his life.

But what's the use? When I think of Song Zhiyuan's eyes, I feel like I'm crying from a crocodile.

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Song Chen sat on the floor, turning page by page.

"Song Chen"'s diary is not long. These are all written by him in elementary and middle school. Some of them can be seen to deal with the teacher's homework... This is the same as him. He had a while, and writing a diary was also one of the learning tasks assigned by the teacher.

He can almost see his growth trajectory from Song Chen's diary. Although his handwriting was not good at first, his strokes were neat, and the later period became more and more chaotic. By the time of the second middle school, it was already ostentatious and sloppy.

The content of the diary is also very short, and some are even scribbled and unorganized. Just those messy graffiti make people feel depressed and upset when they see it. It can be seen that Song Chen has never been happy.

"Today is Thursday, and the weather is sunny. My godfather took me to the amusement park to play. My elder brother and the others wanted to follow me, but my godfather didn't let me go and said he would accompany me specifically. We took a Ferris wheel, played bumper cars, and went to Ocean World. My godfather said that I would take me to Disney next time. I'm very happy today."

"It's Tuesday, it's raining, and I have nothing to write about."

"Today is my birthday and I received a lot of gifts. But I miss my parents a little bit. My godfather said that he would buy me any gifts he wanted. I actually wanted to tell him that I wanted a machine that could go back in time so that I could go back in time and stay with my parents for a day."

When Song Chen saw this, his nose was a little sour.

He is a person who is prone to emotion and can cry when reading anything. He thinks that although this diary is simple, it has a lot of tears.

How real, a child's heart. He has a very strange feeling, and he feels that the real one is a bit terrible.

Since he came here, he has always felt unreal. To him, "Song Chen" is more like a paper man than Zhao Jindong and others, because he has never been with "Song Chen". "Song Chen" only lives in his novels, with strong love and hate and paper, and is just a virtual character.

Now that he touched his real soul, he suddenly felt his short but concrete and long life.

He is also a real person. Like Zhao Jindong and others, he can breathe and have a heartbeat.

Where did Song Chen go? Was he dead? Or was he living in another parallel world? Or had he exchanged his identities and lived in the world where he was?

Among the relatively short diaries of Tongben, the only diary on December 12 is written in a relatively long way, with two pages of paper.

Just as he was about to look, he heard his cell phone ringing in the bedroom.

He quickly got up and went to answer the phone number. The phone number was a little unfamiliar. After answering, he heard the other party say, "Young Master Song, it's me, Wang Jun."

"Wang Jun?" Song Chen touched his neck, which was a little sore: "Mr. Zhao is looking for me?"

"No," Wang Jun seemed a little hesitant and said, "I called it myself..."

Song Chen said, "If you have anything, just say it."

"Mr. Song, come and have a look. I saw that Mr. Zhao had drunk a lot of wine, probably because he had drunk too much."

Song Chen looked at the time: "Drinking and accompanying customers at this time?"

"No, he drank it alone..."

Song Chen asked: "Where is it?"

"Qingyue Bar."

After Wang Jun hung up the phone, he secretly looked into the window and saw Zhao Jindong sitting on the sofa, silently drinking alone, holding a cigarette in his hand.

I don’t know why, but he thought of calling Song Chen.

Perhaps his intuition told him that the person Zhao Jindong wanted to meet the most in this world was probably Song Chen.

He drove for Zhao Jindong every day and almost witnessed a series of recent changes in Zhao Jindong, especially when Song Chen was also in this car, many of the behaviors that happened in him were unexpected.

He smelled the scent of love on Zhao Jindong and Song Chen. You should know that when Song Chen and Zhao Jindong were in the same car, it was the most nervous time for him.

Because Song Chen would get angry, the two of them were either sarcastic or cold war. He drove in front of him, the pressure was really great and embarrassing, which was simply his nightmare. He was also afraid of Song Chen because Song Chen hated the house and the miserable, and his attitude towards him was also very bad.

All have changed now.

Song Chen quickly put away all the things on the ground, then moved all the boxes to the study room, and then came downstairs.

Wang Ma stopped him and said, "Where are you going like this?"

"Wang Jun said that my second brother has drunk too much, I'll go and have a look."

"There's no hurry. He's already drunk too much after you go." As Wang's mother said, she hit the soil on her body and wiped his face. Song Chen smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll leave."

He asked the driver at home to see him off. Who knew that when the car walked to the main road outside the manor, just around the corner, the driver suddenly said, "Sir's car."

When Song Chen heard this, he looked over and found Zhao Yungang's car under a camphor tree.

Strangely, Zhao Yungang's driver was not in the car, but stood in the distance. The driver knew the car at home. When Song Chen saw it, he felt that it was not good to just go there directly, so he said to the driver: "Stop."

Since he saw it, he would say hello.

The car stopped, Song Chen opened the window and vaguely saw Zhao Yungang sitting behind through the car glass.

"dad."

After he called out, Zhao Yungang did not react. Zhao Yungang's driver ran over and arrived at the car window and greeted him with a smile: "Xiao Chen."

"Uncle Bai," Song Chen said: "When I saw you, stop and say hello. Dad..."

Without saying a word, the car window over there opened. Zhao Yungang's face was exposed, but his eyes were red. There seemed to be tears on his face, but his expression was majestic. He asked, "Go out?"

Song Chen was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Go." Zhao Yungang said.

Song Chen didn't dare to speak much, and nodded. When the car drove past, he couldn't help but turn his head back and glance.

Zhao Yungang cried?!!! He read that right?

Zhao Yungang, the tough guy he wrote, could even cry.

Song Chen forgot to worry about the drunk Zhao Jindong, and kept wondering why Zhao Yungang cried.

It was so shocking that the little girl acted coquettishly and the old man shed tears, which were all things that people could not resist.

He didn't know something that was unbearable, and Zhao Jindong was drunk.

Qingyue Bar, the name is different from those slutty bitches. It is a very small and fresh bar located next to a park in the suburbs. It was probably in the afternoon and there was no one there.

After Song Chen got out of the car, he saw Wang Jun. Wang Jun hurried over and said, "Mr. Zhao is inside."

"When he suddenly came over to drink during work?" Song Chen asked.

Wang Jun's complex expression was said, "You go in and take a look. I see he's drunk too much."

Song Chen did not ask again and followed Wang Jun into the bar.

The bar is very small, with only a few tables, all separated by partitions. Zhao Jindong sat at the one that was closest to the outside. When Song Chen went in, he saw him pouring wine.

He went over and took the wine bottle. Zhao Jindong raised his head and saw that it was him. He was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and stopped looking at him.

The eyes seemed to be red.

What's wrong today? After I finished crying, my son cried.

There are so many sons in the Zhao family. To be honest, Zhao Jindong looks the most like Zhao Yungang, and his temper and personality are all the same. He is the kind of man who is strong and self-respecting. He will secretly wipe his tears alone in the middle of the night, but he is still majestic and powerful when he goes out.

Song Chen looked at the empty bottle next to him: "Why are you drinking so much and drinking so much, and you're not working anymore?"

"Why are you here?" Zhao Jin's mouth was a little unscrupulous: "Wang... Wang Jun called you, I will call me later..."

"Don't blame him, he is also worried about you, so he told me." Song Chen said, then reached out to call the waiter: "Checkout."

Zhao Jindong said: "I haven't drunk enough yet."

"Drinking alcohol will not solve any troubles, it will only make you feel even more uncomfortable. If you don't want to go to work, let's go home." Song Chen settled the account and looked at Zhao Jindong: "Let's go?"

Zhao Jindong stood up and shaking. Song Chen quickly grabbed his arm and said, "I didn't expect you to drink to drown your sorrows."

Zhao Jindong said: "Isn't it, I'm not capable?"

Song Chen said: "I just don't feel like your style."

"What style should I be?"

Zhao Jindong leaned against his shoulder, smelled very strongly of alcohol, his eyes were red, but his eyes were particularly gentle, so gentle that he was a little sad.

"What should I be...?" Zhao Jindong said.

Song Chen found that he was indeed very unusual and seemed to be very disappointed.

However, Zhao Jindong, who swallowed any pain in his stomach, asked him that he could not ask anything, so he came. Song Chen did not ask, and helped him and said, "Let's go, go home and lie down for a while."

Who knew that Zhao Jindong actually reached out to pinch his chin and wanted to kiss him.

There were staff and several other scattered guests in the bar. Song Chen was a little embarrassed and twisted his head and said, "What are you doing?"

"Kiss you." Zhao Jindong said; "I kiss my wife."

Suddenly, when Zhao Jindong called him his wife, Song Chen's heartbeat accelerated.

This is a gay dream, and he is of course no exception!

However, this occasion really made him feel embarrassed, and his tone softened a little, saying, "Let's talk about it when you go home." "Are you my wife?" Zhao Jindong asked.

Song Chen: "…"

When Zhao Jindong saw that he didn't say anything, his eyes were as bright as if he was about to be wet. Song Chen nodded quickly: "Yes, yes."

Zhao Jindong was happy and kissed him.

Song Chen quickly pulled Zhao Jindong out. When Wang Jun saw them coming out, he came over to help. Song Chen was breathing and wanted to hand Zhao Jindong over to Wang Jun.

Zhao Jindong was too tall and weighed too much. He almost pressed his whole body against him. He was panting when he was walking for only ten meters. He wanted to hand Zhao Jindong over to Wang Jun and take a breath.

Who knew that Zhao Jindong grabbed his arm and did not let go. As a last resort, Song Chen had to hold his other arm and stuffed Zhao Jindong into the car with Wang Jun.

As soon as he sat in, Zhao Jindong would burrow into his arms and want to hug his waist. Song Chen glanced at Wang Jun in front of him and touched Zhao Jindong's head. Who knew that Zhao Jindong was touched by him and suddenly raised his head and licked his chin.

"What are you doing?" Song Chen was startled, and then embarrassed, and said sternly: "Don't let it go."
Chapter completed!