The gold master is my diehard fan

Song Qingwen took the medical kit and simply used iodine to treat the wound on the corner of his mouth. The handprints on his face were clearly visible in the mirror, and it was even bruised. It was obvious how severe Song Wei's attack was.

Maybe it's because I have lived a life without being beaten for a long time, and I have made people coquettish, but now this level of injury is so painful that I want to cry.

The hand holding the cotton swab trembled slightly, and he blinked dully at the bright red blood stains on it. At this moment, he realized that nothing had passed. Even if he didn't want to think about it, those memories and shadows still existed. I still couldn't help being afraid of Song Wei himself, so scared that he was already taller than him, but he was still trembling from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't even fight back after being beaten.

He laughed at himself, touched his sore cheek, the swollen old Gao, afraid that he would not be able to go down for a while.

After packing up the medical box, Song Qingwen sent a message to his assistant telling her not to come anytime soon, and she must not let her see his virtue, after all, he is a personality that wants to save face.

The new year is approaching, Song Qingwen has long suspended the announcement, and now he doesn't have to meet people with a pig's head, which is fine.

Song Qingwen nestled on the sofa, staring at the wall casually with empty eyes, his thoughts had already drifted away.

As far as he can remember, his memories are full of beer bottles and Song Wei's punches and kicks. His mother's injuries at that time have never healed. In the dead of night, she would hug herself tightly and cry bitterly, saying sorry all the time. , Song Qingwen still can't figure out why his mother didn't choose to leave him until she died.

Later, she fell ill, because she could not afford a box of 200 yuan emergency medicine, she was sent to the hospital with the help of her neighbors, missed the best time for treatment, and passed away. Except for her own memory, she did not leave a single photo. Now Song Qingwen didn't remember her appearance very well, but he only remembered that her mother's eyes were beautiful and her pupils were shining brightly, she was the most beautiful existence in his memory.

Pain hit, Song Qingwen couldn't help hissing, he used to always resent, why did he grow up in such a family, why did he become Song Wei's son, why did he have such a father when he was also a human being .

After growing up, I seldom complained like this. Maybe it’s because I grew up. Knowing these facts, even complaining can’t change anything. It’s an indisputable fact that I have that man’s blood flowing on my body.

He turned his head to look at the window, the sun shone in through the thin curtains, Song Qingwen got up and walked involuntarily, opened the curtains and sat on the floor, a warm feeling swept over his body, feeling that all the haze had been purified by the sun.

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Zheyao joined hands with Guanshi to hold a New Year's Eve concert, and invited many famous artists in the circle.

Lu Mingzhou mournfully followed behind his manager, lowering the brim of his hat. Angkor accepted the concert invitation without his own will. It's not like he didn't know that he never dealt with Zhe Yao.

"Wu Cai, stop." Lu Mingzhou finally broke out at the door of Zhe Yao, shouting to stop the manager.

When Wu Cai heard him call his name, he frowned, turned around and slammed the brim of his hat, and looked at Lu Mingzhou who was wrapped into a ball with his hands on his hips: "Didn't I say not to call me by my name, are you stupid?" .”

Lu Mingzhou snorted, couldn't he see that the young master was very angry?

"I don't want to go to this concert." He watched Wu Cai's face getting darker and darker, and subconsciously lowered his voice, and finally the words "concert" were all left with mouth shapes.

Seeing his cowardice, Wu Cai waved his hands disapprovingly: "The amount of liquidated damages."

Lu Mingzhou looked at the four fingers he stretched out, and subconsciously swallowed, "Oh my god, it's too dark, 4000 million.

"Forget it, sing, I will sing."

He quickly stepped into Zheyao, and Wu Cai looked at his fingers: "40, did the little ancestor compromise?"

Standing in front of the elevator, Lu Mingzhou snickered when he saw Wu Cai who hadn't followed up. As soon as the elevator door opened, he ran in, closed it in a hurry, and then said proudly, "I'm so anxious."

Lu Mingzhou was patted lightly. He turned around, looked at the tall man behind him, and couldn't help being stunned. Then he quickly distanced himself from him.

"Lu Mingzhou?" Shen Hanzhi lowered his eyes, looking at his exposed eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"Yeah." Lu Mingzhou snorted coldly, it's really a narrow road for Yuanjia, and he couldn't even hide.

The elevator door opened, Lu Mingzhou walked away without looking back, crouched at the corner watching Shen Hanzhi leave with red eyes, then sniffed: "Bastard."