MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 16

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I may have found a way to unilaterally coexist peacefully with Song Bailao. This method sounds a bit like hurting the enemy by eight hundred, and self-destructing by one thousand.

No matter what absurd speculation he makes about me, just accept it all unconditionally. As long as he admits that he is who he thinks he is, and that he has all the vicious qualities in his mouth, he will soon be able to stop.

I used my brazenness to resist his aggressiveness, and completely confirmed the "deliberate" character set in his mouth. Instead, he was like an unlucky farmer who was entangled by a poisonous snake. He suddenly woke up and realized that I was not cutting off a dead branch, and in a panic, he had to throw me far away.

I stayed on the mountain, he stayed in the city, they were well and spent a relatively peaceful day. During this period, he sent a lawyer to negotiate with me. The two lawyers, one old and one young, asked me to sign the authorization document and asked my appeal.

"Appeal?" I clasped my hands on the table. Due to frequent contact with ingredients, my nails are always cut very short, and they grow into the meat over time, which looks a bit clumsy.

The older lawyer said: "For example, monetary compensation, clarification on the Internet, or apology in the newspaper are all possible."

My fingers twitched and tightened.

Two years, I have been carrying the infamy of "plagiarism" for two years. There is no way to continue dreaming, and I have lost the courage to move forward. After shrinking the camera all day, I only promise to live a stable life. I thought that I would never see hope again, and I would even give up on myself. Now I not only hope to wash away my stigma, but I can also make demands at will.

If I hadn't clearly sensed the pressure caused by too much force between my fingers, I would have thought I was doing a unique dream.

"Then I... want all of them." Hesitating, I made a decision.

The older lawyer was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his professional attitude, and said to me firmly: "Yes, there is no problem. Plagiarism is more difficult to define, we will use reputation infringement and unfair competition to fight this. Ning, don't worry, we will handle this matter beautifully, and we will never disappoint you and President Song."

The young lawyer said next to him: "To be honest, I can win this case, but Mr. Song is not at ease and insists on the whole team of lawyers. It can be seen from this point that Song Always really value you."

To be precise, my reputation is valued. After all, the husband and wife are one, and he can't hide if I have an accident, and there is a possibility that Luo Qinghe's side may be implicated, so he is naturally nervous.

If you think about it, marrying him is not without merit.

Song Mo goes to school at home, and may see the unique environment on the mountain, and the tutor occasionally assigns some fieldwork homework. Record the humidity and temperature in the forest, and then use the camera to take pictures of the beautiful plants.

He is a child who can't go out alone, and he was accompanied by a nanny before. Now that I'm in the door, this difficult task falls on me.

But I'm happy to accompany him. After all, Song Mo's little friend is cute and well-behaved, unlike his father.

"Momo, run slowly."

Song Mo slanted across a small schoolbag, wearing a fisherman's hat, holding a camera in his hand, excitedly chasing the butterfly all over the mountain, wanting to take it into his camera .

There are many allergens to flowers and plants in spring. I was afraid that he would suffer from asthma again, so I specially put on a mask for him. If this little ancestor got sick on my hands, and Song Bailao didn't find me, Luo Qinghe would cut me off immediately.

Suddenly, Song Mo stopped, raised his face, and stared at a big tree by the road with great concentration. I thought he was looking at something, but when I got close, I found that there was a bird's nest on the tree. The adult birds happened to fly back to the nest, and the chicks that had hatched not long ago stretched their necks and waited to feed.

"Do you want to film it?" I asked him.

Song Mo looked at me and nodded vigorously.

I picked him up so that he could get a clearer picture of the adult bird feeding.

"Click", Song Mo pressed the shutter, and the camera spit out the photo after a while.

I pinched the corner of the photo and threw it a few times, and the image quickly appeared on it. The picture is very clear, with a few hairless heads clustered together, and while looking at it is funny, it also makes people sigh at the wonder and greatness of life.

"A lot of birds." Song Mo pointed to the photo and said, "This is mother."

"Possibly Dad." I corrected him.

Song Mo raised his head: "Will I have brothers and sisters too? Like these little birds."

This question was asked without warning. I was stunned and didn't know how to respond to him.

Frail and sickly, unable to go to school like a normal child, living in a remote mountain with few people, only servants and tutors accompany him all day. In this way, he should be very lonely.

He is only five years old, but he already knows how to express his desire for family affection clumsily. How can such a child not be distressed.

"Does Momo want a brother?"

The palm of his hand lightly covered the top of his hair, he looked at me ignorantly, his eyes moved down, and landed on my stomach.

"Did you give birth?"

I was silent for a while, my index finger was on my lips, and I deliberately whispered: "Well, I gave birth, but this is our secret, you can't tell Dad."

Song Mo's dark eyes revealed a little excitement and surprise: "Where is he? Can I see him?"

I stood up, took his hand and walked forward: "My brother has to stay elsewhere now, but in a few days, he will be able to come back to me... back to us, You can see him then."

Song Mo began to jump, like a restless little kangaroo, fully expressing his inner joy.

"Walk well." I held his hand tightly.

Song Mo turned around and gave me a big smile, his eyes narrowed into crescents: "I like brother!"

I laughed: "You haven't seen him."

His toes lifted high and fell heavily, following his own unique rhythm, like dancing.

"Mom's children, I like them all."

I was stunned for a while, I never thought that one day I would be so "loved".

It is a lie to say that I am not moved. I picked up Song Mo and let him sit on my arm: "I also like Momo."

Song Mo's ears were red, and he fiddled with the camera in his hand embarrassedly.

Wandered around in the woods for a long time, took a lot of photos, until the sky darkened a little, I took Song Mo back.

"I guess you guys are coming back soon." Sister Jiu was at the door early in the morning, and seeing us coming back, took Song Mo from me, "Sir, there was a gentleman named Liang Qiuyang just now. Call you, let you call him when you come back."

The ninth sister-in-law led Song Mo to take a bath, I called Liang Qiuyang, and when I saw the call, there were twenty-seven, and my perseverance was commendable.

As soon as the call was connected, Liang Qiuyang picked it up with a very urgent tone: "You finally called me back!"

I took my phone farther away, and when he finished talking about my bad habit of not carrying my phone when I went out, my mood dropped a little, and I put it back to my ear.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Something happened! Xiaoyu!"

I was shocked by what he said. I was wondering if he was exaggerating. After all, I have been living in the mountains recently, and the live broadcast has not started. The lawsuit with Chang Xingze and Xiang Ping is still ongoing. In preparation, nothing major is going to happen. But as he continued to speak, knowing the ins and outs of the matter, the more he listened, the more frightened he became.

What a big deal!

Song Bailao's former lover, Ming Shu, was strictly speaking the predecessor of Liang Qiuyang's company. It's just that one is popular, the other has not debuted, and the two have little contact.

With the same company, whoever has something wrong is the fastest. Liang Qiuyang said that Ming Shu committed suicide by taking medicine a few days ago. Although he was rescued, his condition has been very poor. What's even worse is that no one has leaked the news, and many gossip media are already gearing up to explode this matter. To earn enough attention, Ming Shu is portrayed as a poor man who was abandoned by a heartless alpha, saying that he did not ask for a name and waited for many years, but in the end he was no match for the opponent's cruel abandonment, marrying a noble son, and he couldn't think of it for a while. did something stupid.

"You don't know how terrifying Mingshu's fans are. If they go crazy, they can go to sit-in demonstrations in front of Xia Sheng. Believe it or not? Angrily, "If we weren't friends, just because of Ming Shu's miserable character, I would want to beat Song Bolao. I like the new and hate the old, and a scumbag with a heart, whoever hears about this will stand up to Ming Shu without a brain. Mother originally thought that you finally had a good home, but now I feel very unsure when this happens, darling!"

I didn't expect that one day I would be able to get a foot in the peach news of the entertainment industry.

This matter is really tricky and beyond my authority: "I don't know much about these two people. In this way, I will call Song Bailuo first and see what he has to say. Back to you, hang up first."

I hung up the phone without waiting for Liang Qiuyang to say anything.

Song Bailao's cell phone was always on the phone. I called a few times and couldn't get through, so I could only call Li Xun.

Two beeps, and the other side picks up.

"Hello, Mr. Ning?" Li Xun didn't know where he was, and his voice was very low.

I didn't know how to change my words for a while, so I thought about it and said, "That... Mingshu, do you know?"

If it is suppressed, this matter should not explode. The other party is just trying to make a bad plan, and he didn't take a few pills at all, and he is still alive and well in the hospital. "

I sighed in relief and put my heart back a little bit.

"But..."

The heart is like a spring, and it jumps to the throat again.

She was panting heavily when she spoke, and she was so hesitant to pant, which was really irritating.

"But what?"

Li Xun sighed: "Mr. Luo was very angry when he found out about this. He called Mr. Song over and scolded him, and... he even moved his whip."

I almost thought I heard it wrong.

"The whip?"

"The whip."

I choked, Luo Qinghe... a labor whip for Song Bai?

Song Bailao is in his twenties. The last slap I thought was the culmination of a rift between father and son, how could it be even more extreme?

I imagined the feeling of getting off the whip and whipping my body, and immediately my teeth were sore: "Then, did you stop him? You can't watch him get beaten, right?"

“…Mr. Song told us to leave it alone.”

Li Xun reluctantly said that the father and son were like a rivalry, and no one could intervene. Luo Qinghe had more than 100 whips, and ripped Song Bailao's shirt to shreds. He also said that he is now giving medicine to the family doctor, and he will return to Weijingshan after the medicine is finished. After all, there is no one to take care of him in the urban area.

More than 100 whips…

I clenched my phone: "Okay, I, I see."

After finishing the call with Li Xun, I quickly went to Sister Nine to get her ready. At eight o'clock in the evening, a bright car light flashed outside the window, and Song Bailao came back.

It was a little different from what I thought, he was not weak, and he even entered the house without any help. Everything is as usual except that the lip color is lighter than usual.

"Why are you all gathered at the door, welcome me?" He frowned at me and Sister Nine, and kept walking upstairs.

I looked at Li Xun, who came in later, and asked him what was going on. Li Xun shook his head secretly at me. I didn't know what she meant, but seeing that Song Bailao was about to disappear at the corner of the stairs, I hurriedly chased after him.

Fortunately, I caught up. As soon as he set foot on the second floor, he saw that in the dark corridor with no lights on, Song Bailao staggered his shoulders and bumped into the wall. After a long silence, he seemed to have stopped walking.

It turned out to be easy to walk, and to look like an ordinary person.