Chapter 64

Song Ling took Shen Zhao to the car and left, ready to go to the hospital.

There were a lot of cars on the road during the evening rush hour. Song Ling drove slowly, and the street lights outside the window flickered in.

Shen Zhao sat in the co-pilot, she suddenly turned her head to look at the person beside her, and asked in a low voice, "Is Ajin Xiang's daughter?"

Song Ling was stunned, and looked at the busy traffic in front of the car, and then hummed softly.

Shen Zhao got the answer, withdrew his gaze, and did not ask her any further.

The interior of the carriage returned to silence, except for one or two horns coming from outside the window from time to time, and no one spoke again.

"Does she not like me?" Shen Zhao finally couldn't help it, and turned to ask Song Ling again.

A red light ahead, the car stopped.

Song Ling looked at her with a slightly startled expression, "Why do you say that?"

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I don't know."

She was just delusional.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her lonely face, stretched out her hand to hold her, and her voice softened: "Don't think too much, Ah Jin spends many years abroad, and the way she gets along with people will be a little different from ours. Today is her first time. See you, if you say something wrong, don't take it to heart."

She is Song Ling's younger sister, Shen Zhao would not talk about her in front of Song Ling no matter how stupid she was, she shook her hand back and changed the subject with a smile: "No, she is very cute, she should be about the same age as me, right? It just looks so thin and small."

Song Ling said warmly: "She was injured when she was a child, and her heart was not very good, so she has always been thin. She is actually several years older than you, but she did not go to school for two years due to physical reasons, and she officially graduated this year."

Her health is not good... Shen Zhao blinked her eyes, she listened to Song Ling's words, and suddenly felt a little distressed and sympathetic to Ah Jin, she murmured, "So that's how it is."

"By the way, she said that her name is Ajin. Is it a single name with the word Jin? What kind of Jin?" Shen Zhao asked her.

Song Ling's hand holding the steering wheel paused for a while. The green light in front of her came on, and she stepped on the accelerator to start the car.

Shen Zhao didn't know Ah Jin's real name, nor did he know that they were not related by blood at all. Song Ling hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't tell her.

"Mujinhua..." Shen Zhao murmured softly, then smiled, "Song Jin, it sounds very nice."

Song Ling heard Shen Zhao's murmur, and suddenly his wrist flicked, and the tires of the car quietly drew an S on the road.

Lies are like rolling snowballs, as long as they don't stop, they will keep getting bigger and bigger, until the day they can't hide them anymore.

Song Ling was silent, panic and anxiety aroused in his heart for a while.

For such a thing, she has no second choice but to hide it.

The car arrived at the hospital. Shen Zhao and Song Ling stayed in the hospital until eight o'clock in the evening. Shen's father was not doing well recently. There were many adverse reactions caused by chemotherapy, among which the stomach was one of them. On his face, it seemed to be worse than before the operation.

The stomach is not good, can't eat anything, and people are getting thinner and thinner.

Meng Yunan was not in the hospital. She took a long vacation to go to Nancheng for her honeymoon, so Shen's father's condition was being observed by other doctors for the time being.

Shen Zhao looked at her father, who was getting weaker and weaker. She didn't eat a few bites at night, and her spirit was not good. She fell asleep early. She looked at her father, who seemed to be many years old, his hair was almost white, and her heart was faint. From sour.

She is distressed.

After leaving the hospital, Song Ling looked at Shen Zhao with a sad face and knew her worries.

The condition keeps coming back and forth, and it never gets better. Although the operation was successful, the recovery after the bone marrow transplant has always been problematic. The whole person was tortured so much that he couldn't even get out of bed to go for a walk.

A strong wind gradually blew at night, and as soon as Song Ling and Shen Zhao got off the elevator, the strong wind blew over, with a slight dampness, as if it was about to rain.

Shen Zhao felt uncomfortable, she followed behind Song Ling, and the two walked towards the parking lot together.

Perhaps the weather was bad, and the road was empty, and there was no one else but them.

Shen Zhao suddenly stopped, looked at the person a few steps away from him, and shouted, "Song Ling..."

Song Ling stopped and looked back at the person standing under the street lamp. The dim yellow light enveloped her. It was obviously the person standing under the light, but it made her feel in a trance that the person in front of her seemed to be walking away from her in the next second. disappeared beside him.

Perhaps it was Xiang Jin's sudden appearance that gave her a sense of crisis.

Song Ling walked back and walked beside her. She lowered her eyebrows and asked her softly, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhao's eyes were wet, she looked up at her, her voice trembled slightly, and asked her, "Song Ling, will my father suddenly leave me one day?"

Song Ling looked at her sad eyes, her heart trembled fiercely, she frowned, raised her hand to hold her face, and kept comforting her: "Dear, don't think about it, it'll be alright, no …”

She was comforting her, but she seemed to be comforting herself too.

Shen Zhao lightly blinked her lower eyelashes, tears rolled down from her eyes, and a tear streak was drawn on her face, looking distressed. She lowered her eyes, and tears fell from her eyes. She sniffed. Said: "I'm an orphan, I don't have any relatives except my father... If, if he leaves me, I don't know what to do? Song Ling, I'm so scared, I'm really scared..."

Song Ling suddenly hugged her and comforted her: "No, you still have me, I will never leave you."

Shen Zhao was buried in her neck, wet and fascinated by her lower jaw, she murmured and asked her, "Really?"

Song Ling hummed, "Really."

Shen Zhao raised her head to look at her, tears blurred her vision, and the light smashed into her eyes. She asked her, "Will you never leave for the rest of your life?"

Song Ling fixed her eyes, pursed her lips and froze for a moment, before agreeing to her: "Well, I will never leave for the rest of my life."

Shen Zhao looked at her, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she didn't feel safe.

She was afraid of losing her father, her only relative, and Song Ling.

Just like losing Sier once, powerless and helpless.

Shen Zhao looked up at her and said sobbing: "But I always feel that you don't belong to me alone."

Song Ling paused lightly, then suddenly grinned and asked her, "I don't belong to you, who does it belong to?"

"I don't know..." Shen Zhao swallowed the sourness in his throat, fixed her eyes, and said in a daze.

Song Ling's eyes flickered, she was a little abnormal today, Xiang Jin's appearance, obviously nothing happened, but it really made the relationship between them subtle.

"Azhao, if one day, I don't love you anymore, what will you do?"

Shen Zhao's eyes paused, as if he had forgotten to react for a while.

She hadn't thought about it, or maybe she didn't want to.

If it was before, she must have felt that Song Ling had let her go, she had regained her freedom, and she would no longer have to be controlled by others.

She can go back to her Sier and regain the love that she had to give up.

But this is impossible, because Song Ling will not let her go, so she will never think about it.

But later, everything changed.

She had never thought, nor dared to think, that she would fall in love with Song Ling, a person who threatened her.

It's kind of sick.

She looked at Song Ling and said slowly, "I will leave and I won't see you again."

Song Ling's heart trembled slightly. She spoke lightly, as if she was talking about a very plain thing, but it made her feel like a thousand waves were stirred up in her heart.

She embraced her with both hands, clasped him tightly in her arms, and said fiercely, "There won't be such a day, Ah Zhao, I don't want you to leave me."

Shen Zhao was held in her arms, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he was forced to look up at the pitch-dark sky. There was no star or moon, only boundless darkness.

She rubbed her earlobe, with endless nostalgia, and said, "So, don't love me, okay?"

Song Ling responded to her: "Okay."

——

In Qingyunwan Villa, a black Audi stopped at the door.

Xiang Jin sat in the back seat of the car and did not get out of the car for a long time.

The person in the driver's seat was Feng Rou. Song Ling arranged for Ji Mingshu to send Xiang Jin back to Wanhua. Feng Rou took the initiative to ask Ying and made a stumbling block, and asked Ji Mingshu to assign the work to her.

Ji Mingshu had no doubts, but it was a pick-up and drop-off errand, so he gave her the car key without thinking.

She has been the secretary of the Song Group for six years, keeping a low profile, and no one knows her true identity.

"Is it true?" Xiang Jin asked in a cold voice.

Feng Rou snorted: "The things are in the drawer of her office. When Shen Zhao disappeared last time, she used it once, and then she didn't use it again."

Xiang Jin didn't care, and casually ordered: "Find a time to reveal it to her without intention, and when the line is almost closed, when I was heartbroken, I asked Da Hei's gang to go over and destroy her completely in the name of Song Ling. ."

She opened the car door, ready to get out of the car.

Feng Rou looked at the person in the rearview mirror, her eyes were cold, without a trace of warmth.

She didn't have much contact with her, so as not to arouse suspicion from Song Ling and Ji Mingshu, and over the years, the number of their correspondence was almost infrequent.

She stayed in the Song family to gain trust over time, so that when she needed it in the future, she would not have any clues about her connections.

Just like now.

That person has money and does things for others.

She didn't have the right to question anything, but she still reminded her in the end: "Her heart has always been with you. If you want to take back Song Ling, you can directly drive people away, so why do you have to do this?"

Xiang Jin stopped what he was doing, looked away again, and suddenly said with a chuckle, "It takes seven inches to kill a snake, and you need to be punished for killing people. Don't you understand that? What's more, it's a matter between them. When it's over, let her find out for herself, I just pushed it. There are no innocent people in this world. She broke in, there is only one way to die. If you want to blame Song Ling, who asked her to pull people in. , Substitute... It's ridiculous!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't look at her again, opened the car door and got out of the car, leaving Feng Rou alone in the car.

She lowered her eyes lightly, looked at the steering wheel in her hands, heard a bang in the trunk of the car, and then closed it.

It was a trap from beginning to end, even Song Ling herself was deceived. The person in front of her was even more terrifying than she imagined. She was only nine years old at the time, she took her life as a bet and won this game, and asked Song Ling to plunge into it, and kept her in her heart for more than ten years.

Even Song Ling was fooled around by her, not to mention Shen Zhao.

Murder, how vicious!