Chapter 78

Song Ling drove home with Shen Zhao, Shen Zhao got out of the car and went upstairs alone without waiting for Song Ling to park the car.

Song Ling stood downstairs and looked up at the back upstairs, indifferent and decisive, making her feel a little dazed for a moment.

Shen Zhao entered the bathroom, closed the door, and made a bang.

Song Ling stood there, dazed for a while, then lowered his eyes in loneliness.

The phone rang, pulling back Song Ling's thoughts.

She picked up the phone and looked down to see the caller ID Meng Yunan on the screen.

She connected, with a low voice: "Hello."

Meng Yunan heard her weak and tired voice, and asked her unconsciously, "Is she okay?"

Song Ling didn't speak. After a moment of silence, she asked her, "Is there something wrong with you calling?"

Only then did Meng Yunan remember the purpose of her call. She said, "I should have almost finished the calming pills I took last time, right? I'm going to visit her on your trip, have a check-up, and bring you some more by the way."

Song Ling: "Okay, when are you coming over?"

Meng Yunan: "Wait a minute, my side is over."

"it is good."

Hanging up the phone, Song Ling just put away the phone and turned off the screen, when suddenly the voice rang again.

She glanced at the caller ID above, was silent for a while, and then hung up the phone without thinking.

Can hang up, the bell rang again.

After several times, Song Ling frowned, but was helpless.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the light rain outside, and said solemnly, "What's the matter?"

"Sister, I miss you." The warm voice came.

Song Ling heard the voice in the receiver. For some reason, when she heard this voice before, she never had any thoughts, but at this moment, she couldn't tell what it was like.

The clues from the police station, plus what Ah Zhao said, and what happened that night...

It's too weird, she never has a moment of confusion, no matter how drunk she is, as long as she doesn't want to, no one can force her to do things she doesn't want to do, unless she doesn't know it at all.

Whether she has done it or not, she knows very well.

She wouldn't touch Jin, not to mention when she and Ah Zhao were in a cold war, but in the circumstances, even a fool could know what happened to them...

As long as it is possible, everything is done by Xiang Jin.

She instinctively didn't want to believe such a fact, but then Ah Zhao ran into that scene again, and then an accident happened. In addition, at the police today, Ah Zhao heard the kidnapper's "Miss Jing", and there was no reason. The word "Ling" that appeared... everything, I had to believe that there was indeed a conspiracy.

Song Ling's eyes darkened, and he suddenly asked her in a deep voice, "I ask you, Ah Zhao saw you that day, didn't he?"

Xiang Jin was stunned for a moment. Hearing the questioning voice on the phone, he was silent for a moment, and then he raised his lips and smiled and asked, "Which day did my sister say?"

Song Ling was slightly annoyed. She hated this feeling so much that she intensified her tone: "You know what day I'm talking about!"

Xiang Jin knew that this matter could not be concealed, and Shen Zhao was by her side at the moment, Bao Buqi would tell her about that day, she simply admitted: "Yes, she came to you, just happened to meet us at..."

"Enough!" Song Ling finally got angry, interrupted her sharply, and then asked again: "I'll ask you one last time, did you participate in what happened to Ah Zhao?! Remember, I just got a complaint from the police. Come back and listen to the truth.”

Xiang Jin was silent again. She couldn't be sure what the police found out, or what the big black leaked, so that Song Ling got the handle. There was a stalemate for a while, but after hesitating in the end, she was still convinced that Song Ling didn't get it. Evidence, Dingding said: "No, I don't know anything."

But even so, her hesitation and silence had already betrayed herself.

Song Ling was silent, staring at the white rain and fog outside the window, silent for a long time, and finally said indifferently: "You have changed."

Sitting beside the bed, Xiang Jin heard the indifferent voice on the phone, his eyes darkened.

Has she changed?

No, wasn't she always like this...

Song Ling didn't wait for the answer on the phone, and hung up the phone.

She looked indifferently at the name of the note on the screen. Perhaps, she never knew her, just as Meng Yunan once told her, but she didn't believe it and had to wait until it was irreversible to begin to doubt.

Back upstairs, Shen Zhao was still in the bathroom and did not come out. Song Ling pushed the door and went in. The moment he turned the handle of the door with his hand, the people inside turned back in a panic. At the same time, a card fell to the ground with a click .

Song Ling stood by the door and looked down to see the ID card on the ground in front of her.

His eyes stayed on her face, and when he caught a glimpse of her flustered expression, she looked a little stunned, then squatted down to pick up the ID card on the ground. The person in the photo looked young and smiled brightly.

Young girls are the same every year, under the age of 20, everything is beautiful and beautiful.

Song Ling held the ID card with both hands, as if she could see through the thoughts of the person in front of her. After a long silence, she remembered that she had told her before that she would never have freedom, dignity and equality in front of her, and she would never be free. Don't respect her ideas.

Yes, at that time she only regarded her as a stand-in, a substitute without dignity and thought.

how hurtful...

She took a half-step towards her, handed the thing to Shen Zhao's palm, and said in a low voice, "Keep this for yourself."

Shen Zhao glanced down at the ID card in his hand and looked up at her.

Song Ling stared at her. At this moment, she just wanted to treat her well, and she only wished that everything was still in time.

"Azhao, I won't force you anymore, I will respect you and love you." She looked into her eyes and said affectionately and sincerely.

Shen Zhao slightly pulled the corner of his lower lips, lowered his eyes to avoid looking at her, and smiled wryly: "That's your business, if you respect me, let me go."

Song Ling slightly curled her palms, but still couldn't put them down. She said humbly, "This is the only one, Ah Zhao, I said, I don't want to lose you."

Shen Zhao looked up at her, his eyes were dull, "What else?" He reached out and pushed her away. Shen Zhao didn't want to discuss such a meaningless topic with her again. For some things, if you miss them, you will miss them. Unforgivable.

Song Ling was pushed and staggered. She stood by the door and looked at Shen Zhao's cold back.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang downstairs.

It was Meng Yunan who came.

Song Ling went downstairs to open the door, Meng Yunan came in with a big box on her back, caught a glimpse of her bleak face, and laughed and teased: "Where is the high-spirited President Song on weekdays, so you plan to give up?"

There were tears in Song Ling's eyes, she frowned and held back, her voice decadently said: "It's my fault, everything is my fault, I started this relationship with the most embarrassing relationship, it's not that she hates me. "

Meng Yunan caught a glimpse of her niece's sadness, and felt sour in her heart. She had never seen her like this before.

This kind of thing is unavoidable. From the very first time she saw Shen Zhao, she knew that such a day would come. No matter how many times others told her to her, she couldn't understand it. Only by experiencing it herself would she know what she cared about. .

But for this result, the price to pay is too high.

Meng Yunan sighed deeply, walked towards the stairs, and said, "Go up."

In the upstairs room, as usual, Shen Zhao sat in front of the window with his knees folded. He didn't do anything, didn't say a word, and just sat there without all hope.

She was like a withered tree, with only the roots buried in the soil. Song Ling had no choice but to hold on to the hope that the roots would come back to life and produce flowers of hope.

Meng Yunan pushed open the door, stood by the door and looked at the people in the room, as well as the desolate and empty room, which was really no different from a prison cell. She asked lightly, "Has she always been like this?"

Song Ling didn't speak, stepped into the room, walked to the bed, walked in front of Shen Zhao, leaned down and called her softly, "Azhao, ask my aunt to examine you."

Shen Zhao was stunned for a while before finally turning his head and looking at the person at the door.

The moment she saw Meng Yunan, Shen Zhao suddenly thought of her father. For half a year, she thought she had hope, but in the end, it was all in vain...

Meng Yunan walked towards her and gently reassured her: "Zhaozhao, I'll give you a simple examination, and then take a blood and urine test."

In addition to causing harm to people's psychology, drugs can also cause great harm to the body, and some harm can even be lifelong.

Meng Yunan could only help her to the maximum extent possible by giving her regular re-examinations.

Shen Zhao has a shadow on the hospital. She spent the most difficult stage of her life there. After half a year, she lost her only relative in the end, so she refused to go to the hospital. As soon as she smelled the disinfectant, she would vomit physiologically. Meng Yunan had to bring some simple inspection devices. Fortunately, blood collection and urine collection were not troublesome.

Shen Zhao didn't speak, Meng Yunan reached out to help her, and Shen Zhao didn't resist, so he slowly helped her out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Song Ling also quickly followed, Meng Yunan turned around and said to her, "You stay outside."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then stopped and did not follow.

There was a new mobile phone bought by Shen Zhao on the bed, the screen suddenly lit up, and a message came.

Song Ling walked over, the new phone had not been set to lock the screen, so she could see the text message at a glance.

[Railway 12468: Your purchased ticket S809, No. 18C of car 12, Jiangcheng Station-Tingcheng Station, open at 19:36, ticket gate...]

His fingers paused in the air on the screen, and Song Ling was stunned for a long time. After a long time, the screen became dark again, and it was only when it went out that he came back to his senses in a trance.

Is she going to leave her...

In the bathroom, Shen Zhao cooperated with Meng Yunan to do all the sampling. She wore a mask and gloves, stared at Shen Zhao, and said lightly: "Is there really no room for turning around?"

Shen Zhao sat there, his eyes fell on his feet, and suddenly said with a smile: "Once, twice, three times... What is true and what is false, I really can't tell. You have experienced it. Feeling hopeless?" She looked up at her, "Have you ever experienced a feeling that hurts me more than killing me?"

Meng Yunan didn't say a word, and she didn't persuade others to be kind without others' suffering. What's her position to make her and Song Ling reconciled as before after all this happened? She only stood in Song Ling's position, but never thought about it from her point of view.

There is no God's perspective in love, no one knows how far they can go, how can she be sure that they will have an ending?

As Ah Huan said, the most taboo in love is to hurt people's hearts. It is really difficult to save a heart. How can she do things that they can't even do themselves...