Chapter 106

After three days, public opinion gradually calmed down.

Time renegotiates with the heads of AE and AE. After all, the magazine has already shot for most of the cycle, and the cost of the two parties is too large. If you withdraw halfway at this time, you will not find a suitable magazine cover candidate for a while, and the loss will only be more. many.

Now that it has been clarified and the official publicity has been officially made, AE only turned off the fire a little, and things finally subsided.

It's just that Chi Zhoubai's fans don't seem to be reconciled. The video animation of Song Ling protecting Shen Zhao being smashed by a mineral water bottle was posted on the Internet. Although it did not spread widely, the reactionary voice of public opinion was still on Shen Zhao's side.

Thinking that she is feisty and has two boats on her feet, she is distressed by Chi Zhoubai.

Chi Zhoubai looked at the smog on Weibo, and fans scolded Shen Zhao one after another, some of which were ugly.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Chi Zhoubai personally posted a Weibo.

There is only one sentence: [Something is coming at me, don't hurt innocent people. 】

As soon as Weibo was posted, the matter was brought up again, and the fans' sympathy and distress for Chi Zhoubai became stronger, but only the old fans knew that Chi Zhoubai was really angry.

Whether the relationship is true or not, everyone can see that Chi Zhoubai cares about Shen Zhao very much.

The matter soon spread to Nancheng. Nancheng is a small border town, which is backward and underdeveloped.

Xiang Jin had been ill for several days in Nancheng, and she also saw news on the Internet.

Shen Zhao's name was on the hot search, she clicked on and saw the video that Song Ling clarified. In the video, Song Ling personally announced that Shen Zhao was her fiancee, kissed her in front of everyone, and said that she loved her forever. forever away.

Xiang Jin stared blankly at the familiar face. She said that she loved her, and she could tell from those eyes that Song Ling fell in love with her.

Standing in front of the bed, Jessica caught a glimpse of her staring at the screen of her mobile phone, knowing that she was following Jiang Cheng's developments all the time.

I don't know why? She could feel that Xiang Jin woke up this time, and it was different from before.

She has known her for many years, and although there is no affection, they are still acquainted with each other.

There are only the two women here, so she also knows what Xiang Jin is thinking.

"I want to go back to Jiangcheng." Xiang Jin turned off the video on his phone and said lightly.

Jessica lightly blinked her eyes, knowing that she would be here soon, she simply said, "Although your body is very weak now, there is no problem with your basic physiological behavior."

Xiang Jin knew what she meant, she leaned against the bed, raised her head and smiled at her, "Thank you."

Jessica raised her eyebrows slightly and said in French, "I wish you all the best."

Then turned to leave.

According to Wei Qiliang's meaning, she wanted her to go back to Tingcheng to deal with some things first. Chen Dazhi would follow her, saying that she was following, but it was actually monitoring. If she wanted to get rid of Wei Qiliang, only Song Ling could help her.

Xiang Jin lowered his eyes, his brows staring indifferently at the ups and downs of dust in the air.

People are not killed for themselves, and there are some things she can't win back with her life, but God actually gave her another chance to be reborn. In the first half of life, if there is really a tie, but at this moment, there is nothing more important than the interests of net worth.

Jiangcheng, Jiangyuan villa.

Song Ling had been guarding Shen Zhao, and for three days, the two of them never left here.

For three whole days, Shen Zhao did not say a word to Song Ling.

The infusion continued until late at night. After Meng Yunan left, he sighed deeply and said, "She can't eat like this, her body is already weak, and it will cause problems if it goes on like this."

Song Ling took her downstairs and said lightly, "I know, I won't let her have any trouble."

Meng Yunan also sighed helplessly, but didn't know what to say to begin with. Shen Zhao was too stubborn, she thought that A Ling was already stubborn, but Shen Zhao was ten times more stubborn than her.

Song Ling sent her out, Meng Yunan took two steps, turned around again, stood under the porch lamp in the yard, facing the people behind him, suddenly said, "A Ling, if she really refuses to forgive you, why not? ... just give up."

Entangled so far, maybe there is really no end between them.

After all, there is no such thing as life, and no matter how hard you try, you are just constantly hurting each other.

Perhaps giving up is the real liberation.

Song Ling lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes were covered under the eyelids under the dim yellow light, casting a shadow.

"I won't let go." Song Ling said in a low voice, "Even if the land collapses, I won't let go."

After speaking, Song Ling didn't stop, turned around and went back to the house.

Meng Yunan stood at the door, looking at the figure hidden in the door, with a faint expression.

It was her fault, they were obviously stubborn people.

Song Ling entered the room and closed the door. She leaned her back against the door and stood there in a daze.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the closed door on the second floor with a sad expression. Why give up... She can't bear it. Four years ago, she gave up once. What kind of pain it was, she can still recall it now.

Ask her to experience it again, she is afraid that she will no longer have the courage to bear it.

With firmness in her eyes, Song Ling stared at the door closely, she wanted to keep her.

Went to the kitchen and cooked a little porridge.

People with a bad stomach can only drink some white porridge at this moment.

After setting the time, Song Ling wiped off the water stains on her hands, raised her head and looked upstairs again. Seeing that there was still no movement there, her eyes narrowed, and she turned upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the room, no lights were turned on in the room, and the silent room was pitch-dark without a trace of light.

If it wasn't for the familiar aura still lingering in the room, Song Ling only thought that Shen Zhao had left her again.

Reaching out and pressing the switch on the wall, the room suddenly lit up.

Shen Zhao was lying on the bed, and when she heard the click of the switch, it was very clear in the silent room.

Song Ling walked in, walked to the bed and sat down. She leaned over and called her softly, "Azhao..."

Eyelashes trembled, she knew she wasn't asleep.

Reaching out to grab her wrist and pulling her up, Shen Zhao opened his eyes and glared at her, without saying a word, his eyes were full of hatred, just staring at her like that.

Song Ling looked at those eyes with hatred. This kind of scene seemed to be back in the past, and it was also in this room, but at that time, she would deliberately try to please her in order to escape, but now she can't even play on the scene, and she doesn't even want to say a word to her.

"Go take a bath." Song Ling stared into those hateful eyes, and deep helplessness rose in his heart, "You haven't bathed for three days."

Shen Zhao was indifferent, as if he hated her so much, no matter what she said, she didn't respond.

Song Ling lightly opened her thin lips, "If you don't wash it, I don't mind washing it for you in person."

Finally angering her completely, Shen Zhao gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't help scolding her any longer: "Song Ling, you are a lunatic! Lunatic!!"

Song Ling didn't respond when she heard the words. She reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled the person into the bathroom. Shen Zhao stumbled and was dragged away by her bare feet. All the quilts on her body fell to the ground.

He was dragged into the bathroom in embarrassment. Most of the water in the bathtub had already been filled, and it would have already been half warm. Song Ling turned on the faucet and poured in the scalding hot water to neutralize the warm water in the bathtub. The water temperature gradually became warmer.

Shen Zhao raised a heart in his throat, and he was dragged into the bathtub, struggling with drenchedness. The bathtub was so big that it seemed like she had fallen into a pond for a moment. Shen Zhao couldn't swim, but at this moment, she was born with fear of water. She fluttered wildly, and her survival instinct made her hug Song Ling's arm.

"Mad!" She choked, still scolding her, "Mad!"

Time suddenly went backwards, just like when she forced her at the beginning.

Embarrassment and fear, mixed with strong hatred, all flooded into my heart.

With her left hand in her arms, Song Ling picked up her body with her right hand, wrapped her whole body in her arms, and put her head on her smooth and wet forehead. She was soaked all over, and her clothes were clinging to her body with a sticky dampness.

Shen Zhao lowered his head and bit her arm tightly, with deep hatred, as if he was going to devour her flesh.

"Azhao, let me know your hatred." The pain spread from his arm, but it was far less than the pain in his heart. Song Ling frowned, her lips were slightly cold, she pressed it against Shen Zhao's warm forehead, and said softly, "I don't want you in a pool of stagnant water, no love or hate, let me feel your presence."

I don't know how long it took, the water had already filled the bathtub, and with the movement of people, the water poured out in waves, causing the entire bathroom to be flooded, like a fish tank that was chiseled.

Shen Zhao was struggling and tired, the whole person relaxed, the water temperature gradually became hot, warming the body, the heat continuously penetrated into the depths, and the whole person slid down tiredly.

"You go out." Shen Zhao said in a low voice with blank eyes.

Song Ling lowered her eyelashes lightly, knowing that she was willing to take a bath by herself. She stood up, looked down at her, pursed her lips, and finally said, "Okay."

Turning to leave, she closed the door and left the bathroom.

Shen Zhao sat blankly in the bathtub, looking at the mess in the room, he was in a trance for a long time and did not regain his senses.

Outside the house, Song Ling touched the cigarette and lighter by the bedside, turned around, opened the door and walked towards the balcony.

Winter is coming again. It is very cold in the silent late night. The wind blows and blows on the face, which is a biting chill.

But even so, it can't compare to the desolation in my heart at the moment.

She didn't know what happened to herself, she clearly promised to treat her well, but their relationship was still brought to the worst by her.

With her long hair flying, she tilted her head slightly and raised her hand to light the cigarette butt, but the wind was so strong that the fire couldn't be lit, her fingers gradually trembled, and the lighter suddenly fell to the ground, Song Ling stood dazedly holding the cigarette butt There, the sight fell vacantly on the ground.

In the depths of her heart, there was a strong pain, and it was as dense as a needle stick. Every wound made her heartache.

Her eyes were getting wet, blurring her vision.

The cold wind was raging, she stood there for a long time, the tears on her cheeks were dried, Song Ling raised her head and took a deep breath, turned and returned to the room.

The room was warm, making her cold body a little uncomfortable for a while.

Song Ling looked at the bathroom, where there was gradually no movement. She glanced at the clock on the wall, it seemed that a long time had passed.

Song Ling was afraid that something would happen to her, so she raised her foot and walked over.

Reached out and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Song Ling hurriedly turned the door handle, and when he looked up, he saw a man curled up and squatting on the edge of the bathtub, without an inch of thread.

Song Ling saw that her eyes were burning, she lowered her eyelashes subconsciously, turned her eyes away quietly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and asked her lightly, "Have you washed it yet?"

Shen Zhao squatted there with her knees half-folded, trying to hide her body under water as much as possible. She looked up at the person at the door angrily, so angry that she wanted to throw the towel in her hand on her face.

Shen Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't bring me clothes."