Chapter 74

Song Ling looked at the person in front of him absent-mindedly, there was no more light in those eyes, only monstrous hatred remained.

She hates her, Ah Zhao hates her...

Yeah, she caused it all, she wouldn't have suffered it if she hadn't been close to her.

It was her who destroyed her little by little, from body to heart.

It is clearly within the distance in front of him, but he can no longer get close to half a minute.

Song Ling clenched her fingers slightly, she wanted to hold her in her arms, but the hatred in those eyes was like a sharp knife, stabbing her heart fiercely, the pain was worse than death .

Shen Zhao stared at Song Ling fiercely, her body gradually slid down, she fell to the ground, like an inhuman monster. A large amount of addictive substances were injected into her body, and at this moment Desire was screaming, swallowing her whole body, it was a deadly poison, but at this moment, she was desperate for it.

Song Ling was half-kneeling on the ground, holding her arm. Seeing her sudden struggle, her expression froze, and she was so frightened that she called out to her, "Azhao, Azhao!"

Meng Yunan noticed her abnormality, and quickly walked over and squatted down to support her. Shen Zhao's whole body shivered uncontrollably. She raised her hand to touch her forehead, feeling a little feverish. Suddenly, her eyes caught a glimpse of many fine pinholes on her arm. She immediately grabbed her hand, He frowned and asked, "What is this?"

Song Ling looked at her with a look of struggling pain, and she said silently, "She was injected with something, and she is still checking."

Meng Yunan gritted her teeth and hated, "Help her up!"

Shen Zhao was put on the bed, she clenched her fists and struggled, but her body was so weak that she had no strength at all. Her reason was swallowed up by desire, like a madman, she roared: "Let me go! Let me go! Dad, I'm going to find Dad, let me go!!"

Seeing her become like this, Song Ling was both worried and scared. She had never seen Shen Zhao who was so out of control. She didn't know what happened to her and why she became like this. She didn't know what to do, she could only instinctively He restrained her with both hands, preventing her from escaping.

"Song Ling, I hate you! I hate you!! You let me go!! I hate you for the rest of my life!!" Shen Zhao lowered his head and bit her arm, using all her remaining strength, biting hard on.

Song Ling's face was ugly, she wrapped her hands tightly around her, her jaw pressed firmly against her forehead, and said coldly to Meng Yunan, "Sedative her!"

Meng Yunan caught a glimpse of blood coming from the bite on her arm, and was immediately stunned.

She hurriedly turned around and went out of the room to call someone.

The needle was pierced under her back lumbar and tail vertebrae. Shen Zhao was extremely sensitive to the touch of the needle hole. At the moment when the needle was inserted, she shivered and trembled. Darkness, and finally no strength, the whole person fainted in Song Ling's arms.

Song Ling hugged her for a while, but didn't want to leave for a while, her lips were slightly cold, and pressed against her forehead, she whispered, "Don't be afraid, Ah Zhao, don't be afraid..."

That murmur seemed to be comforting her, as well as comforting herself.

She didn't know how long she could hold on, except for letting her fall asleep like this, she didn't seem to have the courage to face her.

Is she going to imprison her like this for the rest of her life?

Meng Yunan first got Shen Zhao's inspection report. Song Ling didn't have the courage to look at it. She lowered her eyes and asked her in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Meng Yunan held the piece of paper with a forbearance of anger. Who is so vicious, to treat a girl under twenty years old like this?

"It's Yibing." Meng Yunan said, "The blood level is not low. Judging from her reaction, people are already addicted."

Song Ling's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and there was a chill and despair around him.

Tears dripped from her eyes, she raised her head, hatred filled her eyes, which were full of scarlet and revenge: "Have you found anyone?!"

Meng Yunan squeezed her lips tightly and shook her head lightly.

Why in the end, who could A Zhao offend?

Is it just to make her suffer these pains in vain? !

She guarded her day and night, but after a day of slack, someone was watching. Was it a coincidence, or was it a long-planned plan, or was that person just after her?

Ah Zhao just suffered these crimes for her?

The only clue is that Ah Zhao entered the villa area. The only suspicious thing is that car. When did Ah Zhao get into that car?

Before bumping into Xiang Jin, or after?

His thoughts were chaotic, Song Ling's mind was full of scattered fragments, and nothing could make up a complete clue map.

Song Ling looked up at Meng Yunan and asked her in a deep voice, "How do I quit this?"

Meng Yunan has not fully come into contact with patients infected with drugs, and only understands a little: "Drugs are not the same as being sick. The external use can only be an aid. To quit, she can only rely on herself. Fortunately, she It's been a while, but the dose is too much, there are dozens of pinholes on her arm," Meng Yunan couldn't speak, her voice gradually choked, "As long as she can persevere and get through the most uncomfortable stage, there will be later OK."

Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Shen Zhao's body tightly. She pressed it on her smooth forehead with nostalgia, her eyes had a firm meaning, she said blankly, "I'll be with her, no matter how difficult it is, I will be with her."

From now on, she will dedicate her life to love her and never let her suffer a little bit of harm again.

The night outside the window was pitch-dark, and Song Ling suddenly remembered something. The last time the funeral home had agreed with her was three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already dark...

Song Ling hurriedly called and asked, but Song Ling had not been contacted for a long time, so he did not dare to act on his own, so he stayed for another half day.

Song Ling carried Shen Zhao on his back, Meng Yunan saw this and stopped her quickly, "She is too weak to be cold now."

Song Ling carried her on her back, stopped at the door, didn't turn her head, just turned her head slightly and said, "If she doesn't see Shen Shenhua for the last time, she will definitely regret it in the future."

Meng Yunan pursed her lips and did not speak again. No one knew Shen Zhao better than Ah Ling.

She hated her father all her life, and she didn't even see her for the last time. Even though Ah Ling didn't say anything, she still knew that she couldn't let go.

Blood is thicker than water, and some regrets will make people feel guilty for a lifetime.

Shen Zhao had been falling asleep, Song Ling carried her downstairs and drove her to the funeral home to see her only relative.

The car stopped at the entrance of the funeral home, and Song Ling stopped the car.

It was raining lightly outside, and there was a faint dim light at the door. Song Ling stopped there and tilted her head to look at the person in the seat next to her. She leaned there with her head tilted, her face pale and scarred all over her body, as if she would disappear in the next second. She goes away.

Unbuckling the seat belt, Song Ling got out of the car and went around to the other door. She leaned in to call her, her voice was soft, she was afraid of seeing her out of control, and afraid of not being able to wake her up.

Reaching out to unfasten Shen Zhao's seat belt, Song Ling held her face in both hands and called her again: "Azhao, wake up, Azhao..."

Shen Zhao had a splitting headache. She heard a familiar voice and tried to struggle to wake up, but it seemed like she was being held down by something, and she couldn't wake up.

After struggling for a long time, her eyes opened a gap, and the blurred shadows gradually overlapped. She stared at that face and stared blankly for a long time, her eyes dull as if she didn't recognize it.

Song Ling was terrified by such eyes, she kept calling her: "Azhao..."

Shen Zhao's face was silent, without a trace of expression, suddenly only opened his lips and said coldly, "Go away."

Song Ling stopped there with her hands in a daze. She looked at those eyes, dark and deep, the pure goodness of the past was no longer, only the monstrous hatred remained.

Song Ling withdrew her hand, afraid of angering her, so she got out of the car.

Shen Zhao raised his tired eyelids and looked out the window, all the expressions in his eyes suddenly froze.

She hurriedly pushed the door to get out of the car and rushed inside.

Song Ling quickly grabbed her and said, "Azhao, don't do this!"

Shen Zhao turned back and saw her face, her uncontrollable emotions surged again, she struggled like crazy, patted her, hit her, and howled: "You get out!! I don't want to see you!! You go!"

There was despair in Song Ling's eyes, she regretted her arm, and hissed to persuade her: "Azhao, how can you tell him to leave in peace?"

Shen Zhao stared at that disgusted face, suddenly laughed, and with a trembling cry, he said in pain, "Song Ling, if it is destined to end like this, I would rather die than beg you!"

Throwing off her hand, Shen Zhao turned around and ran towards it.

Running to the end of the corridor, Shen Zhao suddenly stopped.

A dimly lit house with nothing but a cart in it.

He lay there, covered with a white cloth, covered from head to toe, not showing a bit.

Just lying there, surrounded by darkness and emptiness, motionless.

Shen Zhao's heels softened a bit and she almost fell to the ground. She walked in leaning against the wall, but her tears couldn't flow, her eyes were dry, and her throat was sore with a knife.

In a trance, remembered that misty morning before it was bright. He followed behind her, followed one after another, and drove her to the station. She didn't even say a few words to him.

As the fog thickened, she saw the figure gradually disappear into the distance, the only relative in her life.

She has had countless regrets, not being able to meet this man earlier, not being able to live in his life, not staying with him for a while longer, not telling him that morning that she met him for the rest of her life Lucky……

At that time, it was her last bond with him.

He was sick and never told her.

Even in death, never said a word to her...

With the worst possible outcome, she planned to spend the last time of her life by his side, but she really never thought about it. In the end, she didn't even see her for the last time.

There are too many regrets, and each one made her grief-stricken, and the pain seemed to devour her.

"Dad..." She couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed over to hiss and shouted, "Dad, look at Zhaozhao, Dad, Dad...you hurt Zhaozhao when you wake up, okay? Dad..."