Old Injury

[This fall, Xu Meiren launched a new cake - sweet-scented osmanthus cheese. Master asked my opinion, and I gave a "very good" evaluation against my will. 】

After staying for less than an hour, Song Bailao greeted the Ruan family and his son, saying that he had to go first.

The other party pretended to stay, and finally sent Ruan Linghe to **** us to the door in person.

"There will be a chance in the future..." Ruan Linghe said politely, holding Song Bailao's hand, his eyes fell outside the door, not knowing what he saw, he began to be lost, "I have a chance...let's talk again. …”

I followed his line of sight and saw a white nanny car parked quietly behind our car outside the door, and he was looking at it.

At this time, there was another movement in the venue, and four or five people hurried out of it.

Wu Qian was wearing a coat, sunglasses on her face, and her skirt was carried by the assistant. She got into the nanny car at the fastest speed.

She must have seen Ruan Linghe, but she still didn't look back.

"There is a chance." As if not aware of Ruan Linghe's gaffe, Song Bailao let go of his hands with a light smile, turned around and wrapped my waist and walked down the steps.

"The old fox gave birth to a silly hamster." When approaching the car, Song Bailao suddenly snorted and said such a sentence.

Sitting in the car, he looked in the direction of the door, saw Ruan Linghe still standing in the same place, and dropped two words meanly again.

"Trash."

I felt that he was in a bad mood, and he was farther away from him next to the car door, not wanting to provoke him.

Song Bailao loosened his bow tie and threw it aside.

I thought he was asleep, and was about to lean against the door to take a rest when a lazy and procrastinating voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Is this mark an accident?"

I was startled and looked back at him.

Song Bailao closed his eyes, asked himself and answered: "You can meet the young master of the Ruan family if you force a mark, Zhu Li is lucky, and only a fool will believe it."

Only a fool can believe it, and he is worse than a fool. Ruan Linghe is a stupid hamster, he is a stupid bird.

I have nothing to do with the Zhu family, and I don't need to worry about anything, and whispered: "This is his usual trick."

After listening to my words, Song Bailao didn't ask any more questions, turned his face slightly to one side, and after a while his chest heaved evenly and fell into a deep sleep.

When he arrived at Weijing Mountain, he woke up on the winding mountain road. It seemed like he had a nightmare, he woke up suddenly, took a deep breath and sat up straight, and then he was gasping for breath.

Because of his movement, I also opened my eyes from my sleep.

There are no lights on the mountain road, and the interior of the car is dark. In the silence, Song Bailao's breathing quickly calmed down from panting, or was calmed down by his forcible pressure.

"At the beginning... Luo Qinghe was called back by the Luo family and said that he wanted to talk about me and my mother. He thought that the Luo family was finally going to accept us, so he rushed away, but he didn't come back for three days." Song Bailao His voice sounded in the darkness, which made my eyebrows jump, "For three days, my mother went to Luo's house every day to ask for someone, but no one paid attention to him. On the fourth day, Luo Qinghe came back, and the first sentence was 'I'm sorry. '. I was young at that time, and I didn't know why everyone was so sad and misty, and I didn't know why they were arguing with their voices down after I fell asleep. This kind of life lasted for a month, until one day, Luo Qinghe suddenly shut himself up. Entering the room, let out a roar like a beast... It turns out that Xia Qiao is in heat, and as an alpha with a mark, even if he is separated by thousands of miles, he will follow him in heat."

The "mark" connects a and o together. Even if you don't want to, at the moment of marking the mark, the two cannot be separated, and death cannot eliminate the "exclusivity" and "rejection" of the mark .

Luo Qinghe wants to fight against instinct, like an ant shaking a tree.

I don't know if it was the wedding banquet tonight that stimulated Song Bailao, or the nightmare just now reminded him of his bleak childhood. He didn't care to vent those secret, traumatic, silent resentments, not so much to talk to me as to say... He didn't care who the audience was at all, just wanted to spit it out.

"When my mother knocked on the door, he was covered in blood, some were bitten, knocked, and some were ground by handcuffs..." Song Bolao was quiet for a while, then suddenly asked, "If Your loved one can only survive with another person, what would you do?"

The question he asked caught me off guard.

"I..."

This is indeed a dilemma, but if he is asking this question for Song Xiao, then there is no choice at all.

As a beta, you can only give up your lover.

Song Bailao, as I thought, didn't need my answer at all, so he took it by himself.

"My mother sent Luo Qinghe back to Luo's house and divorced him. I wanted to go with him, but he said it was too hard to follow him, and asked me to stay at Luo's house and by Luo Qinghe's side. After that... I never saw him again." His tone was flat, not listening to joy or anger, "Luo Qinghe said he abandoned us."

At this time, the car came to the front of the house and stopped steadily, and Song Bailao stopped talking.

I hesitantly opened the car door, and as soon as I got down to the ground, there was a man's low voice behind me.

"Ning Yu, I won't divorce you, and I won't give beta a chance to abandon me a second time."

In a daze, I turned around and looked, only to see the door slowly closing in front of me. Song Bailao stared at me in the car, a little light in front of the house reflected in his eyes, making his eyes cold and dark like the sea.

The car drove away from me, Song Bailao's words remained in my ears, and my mood was complicated and inexplicable. It's like stepping on dog **** when you're going to swim, or being hit by a flower pot on a sunny day with no wind and no rain.

I never thought that I was a beta, which would be the reason why Song Bailao didn't want to divorce me. It's so **** and funny. A marriage without feelings can at most be called "letting go of each other", where is "abandonment"?

Because of Song Bailao's words, I was distracted all night, woke up with a splitting headache, and felt nauseated when I had fish porridge for breakfast.

Sister-in-law nine looked at me and asked me if I was not to my taste.

I pushed the bowl away from myself: "I didn't sleep well yesterday, some have no appetite, please replace it with clear porridge."

Sister-in-law nine nodded in agreement and removed the porridge bowl neatly.

After a few days, the weather that had been cloudy for a long time finally turned clear.

Viking Daoist called me and said everything was ready, let me go.

To get to the Taoist temple, you need to go down halfway up the mountain, go out of the guardhouse, turn to the trail, and then go up the stairs all the way, and it takes half an hour to get there.

I was walking down the trail, and at first I didn't feel that something was wrong. But when a gust of wind blew, the nose suddenly smelled a smell of rust...

I frowned and glanced behind me, all around was silent and found nothing. Suppressing my doubts, I continued to walk for a while.

Suddenly, the fishy wind came, and the breath seemed to be close at hand.

"Xiang Ping?" I was startled and walked back up the steps, "What are you going to do?"

Xiang Ping's face was full of gloom: "It's all because of you, I have nothing!"

He is emotional and has a murder weapon, which is really not good: "If you have something to say..."

"My wife is gone, my child is gone, and Xu Meiren is gone! Now you are satisfied!" He roared and stepped on the bluestone steps, "Why are you against me? Aren't you very powerful? Come on, kill me!"

He didn't know who he had attacked before, and his face was covered in blood, looking hideous and mad. Like this, I'm afraid it's not going to die with me.

"You calm down." I secretly charged, "Master wouldn't want to see you like this."

Xiang Ping sneered and shook the thing in his hand, and then I saw that it was a dagger: "Ha! They were all deceived by you, only I know how hypocritical you are! You are a sinister Villain! It's all because of you, and it's because you oppose me everywhere that I've become what I am now..."

Before he finished speaking, I turned and fled, chasing him in the winding mountains.

My heartbeat has never been faster than this, and this time I lost, I lost my life.

Xiang Ping chased closely behind him, and let out a terrible roar, in a trance, I seemed to be a poor goral chased by a wild lion, running around, just to escape from the predators birthday.

It was these few seconds of pause that made Xiang Ping catch up with me. He grabbed my ankle from behind, tossed me to the ground, and stabbed me in the heart with the dagger held high.

"Go to hell!"

It's God **** me.

I held his hand firmly and tried all my strength, but I still couldn't stop the tip of the knife from getting closer and closer to me.

Seeing that Xiang Ping was about to succeed, despair gradually filled my heart, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and I already felt that I was not good. And just at this critical moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Xiang Ping also heard it, and was about to raise his head, his head was smashed by the bamboo stick, and then he stepped on a cloth shoe on his shoulder.

"Let's go!" Following these two words, Xiang Ping's entire body fell back, waving his hands and losing his balance, he rolled down the stairs in a daze.

I was gasping for breath, my heart was beating wildly, and my hands were shaking.

"Are you all right? Where is the injury?" Daoist Weijing hurriedly helped me up, saw my hand, and exclaimed, "Oh, your hand is injured."

When he said this, I felt pain. Looking at the palm of my hand again, it may have been taken down when I fell to Pingyang. The dagger slashed a **** opening in my palm, and the flesh was turned out, looking a little terrifying.

Staring at this dazzling red, I was dizzy and fell down uncontrollably.

The voice is getting farther and farther: "Little friend, are you okay? Little friend? Little friend!"