MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 24

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I kicked Xiangping, he broke two ribs, and when I fell back, I put my hand on the ground, and the pain was so black that I thought it was a broken bone. It's fine, just a bone fracture.

In order to prevent Song Bailao from thinking that I was causing trouble for him again, I specifically did not call Luo Mengbai, but went to the hospital myself.

The doctor told me to wear a fixed bandage for a month, so that I can use my right hand less.

The second spring of my career, which I just started, ended without a hitch because of the arrival of Xiang Ping.

What's even more regrettable is that I thought I wouldn't know about my injury unless I told Song Bailao, but when I woke up the next morning, I once smiled and asked me what I wanted Wu Feng and Wu lawyer came to the door.

He still speaks decently and politely, but his words are all euphemistic disapproval. He thinks that I should not agree to meet Xiang Ping, which is reckless and dangerous.

I sat there, shrugging my shoulders, like a criticized elementary school student, very confused.

I will meet with Xiang Ping, to put it bluntly, it is just because I have a little naive thought in my heart, and I want to hear if he will confess to me and whether he feels remorse.

Now it seems that this is more proof of my naivety, and there has been no improvement for so many years.

"You are right." I completely agree with what Attorney Wu said, saying that I will never do it again.

Attorney Wu looked at me and sighed, wondering if I thought I was perfunctory to him.

"I will add a restraining order for him to the court so that he will not be able to approach you in the future." Heal well.

I have been raising it for two days, one hand is very inconvenient, and I can only master how to eat with my left hand.

Li Xun called one afternoon and said that he would pick me up for a charity reception in the evening at a century-old winery in Linshi.

I hung up the phone, and I hurriedly asked Sister-in-law 9 to help me with my hair and clothes. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I remembered that Song Bailao had said that my lips were pale, so he pointed to his mouth and asked Sister Nine if she wanted to add some color.

Sister-in-law Jiu said with a smile, "Mr. Ning looks good recently, not too pale."

There is no pressure from Song Bailao, I eat well, sleep well, and look good.

Li Xun appeared outside the gate at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, wearing a very cool black suit, and Song Bailao was not seen in the car.

"Mr. Song passed by yesterday." Maybe seeing my doubts, she took the initiative to explain.

I nodded and sat in the car without speaking.

Li Xun dutifully explained to me the origin and history of tonight's reception.

This reception in the name of charity was held in Daoxin, Linshi, and was initiated by a member of the council for six years. This year is his last year in office, and Li Xunming's charity reception next year is likely to be taken over by a newly-appointed member of the party's party. I saw her expression was very tight-lipped, thinking that Luo Qinghe was going to run for parliament as well, and I wondered if the two were related.

It is said to be a charity reception, but it is actually a celebrity dinner with a better name. Everyone socialises and socialises and builds personal connections. Charity is nothing but a condiment, a bridge of convenience.

Three hours later, our car finally arrived at the century-old winery in Daoxin. At that time, I was already hungry, and I regretted that I didn't pad my stomach before going out.

The winery may have been making wine in the past, and a large half-person-high wine vat was displayed in front of the shadow wall at the entrance. But now, apart from the quaint appearance, the interior facilities have been renovated, and it is said to be a high-level clubhouse that is not open to the public on weekdays.

Li Xun showed the invitation letter to the security check at the door, and the sniffing dog sniffed me all over. Not only do you have to check your belongings, but also measure your body temperature to prevent the omega from being in estrus. The security measures can be described as strict.

It was hard to get inside, and there were quite a few people, scattered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing in a low voice, staggering.

Li Xun said she went to Song Bailao and told me to stay where I was.

I didn't move at first, but I couldn't bear the hunger, and I was hooked when I saw the fruit snacks on the side.

I was afraid that Li Xun would find it, so I didn't dare to taste it slowly. It's like the kind of contestant who competes in the "see who is the first to eat the most watermelon". One has not finished eating, and the other is ready to be stuffed into his mouth.

Suddenly, there was a chuckle from behind, a nice, but not so friendly voice.

I puffed out my cheeks slightly, and turned to look in a dignified manner. Behind me was Zhu Li in a white suit standing not far from me, and the moonlight shone on him. He hit a hazy layer of light, which made him look incredibly beautiful.

"Xiaoyu, long time no see." He held the champagne and raised his glass to me. Elegant, well-bred, as if the contemptuous laugh just now was all my hallucinations.

Yes, this is the real Zhu Li I know.

The last time I saw him, he just pretended to be weak for a while, or did it intentionally to paralyze Ning Shi.

I swallowed the food in my mouth, took a glass of juice from the table, didn't even look at him, and planned to go back directly to wait for Li Xun and the others.

"Why are you so cold?" He grabbed my wrist as he passed him.

I still had a wound on my hand, and he just held it, and immediately groaned in pain.

Not only did he not let go, but he showed an expression full of interest.

"Xiaoyu, don't you call me brother?"

He said everything else was fine. When I mentioned the word "brother", I was more disgusted than drinking expired milk.

"You don't deserve it." I held the cup in my hand tightly, shaking uncontrollably.

How much I respected him in the past, how disgusting him now. In a way, he hates me more than Xiang Ping and Chang Xingze.

"You say that, I'm really a little sad." Saying so, but there is not the slightest look of depression on his face, "Strictly speaking, I am still the matchmaker between you and Song Bailao. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Before he finished speaking, I splashed the juice in my hand on his face.

The orange-yellow liquid slowly dripped down his delicate facial features, and the people around looked sideways and whispered because of the changes here.

"Thank you for what?" I pulled my hand back and said in a low voice, "Thank you for putting a bug on me, imitating my handwriting to frame me, and let Song Bailao misunderstand me for designing him?"

Seven years ago, Song Bailao and Zhu Li were still a few months away from graduating from Shangshan. One had been admitted to the best domestic university without examination, and the other was about to go to a top foreign university to continue their studies.

When Zhu Yunsheng was eating, he said that Shang Shan, the university in China, actually recommended two places, but they only wanted Song Bailao. He scolded the other school for discriminating against omegas, and said that they were interested in Song Bailao's family background. If Zhu Li had not stopped him from upstairs, he would not have known how long he would have been filled with righteous indignation.

I always thought that Zhu Li didn't care, after all, he is so good, this is not even a setback.

But he still looked unhappy and preoccupied.

I was worried about his body, as he did before me, and asked him what was going on.

Zhu Li did nothing at first, but after I repeatedly asked, she admitted that she liked an alpha, and now she is going abroad, but the other party still doesn't know his intentions, which makes him a little regretful.

He has many suitors, and there are countless elders of the same age. I've never seen him pay special attention to anyone, and thought he wasn't interested in falling in love yet. He was surprised to hear that he had a sweetheart.

I asked who he was.

He looked at me and spit out three words sweetly: "Song Bailao."

I was stunned there, unable to tell what it was like, I felt incredible.

It seems that both men and women, assholes, have their own charms, attracting beautiful butterflies to fly away to the fire and die.

Zhu Li suddenly held my hand with a sincere expression on her face: "Xiaoyu, I want to ask you one thing."

He never asked me anything, so I couldn't refuse.

He gave me a letter, hoping that I would give it to Song Bailao in person, saying that it contained his intentions, and also told me not to peek at it.

"He will understand everything when he sees this." He shoved the brown letter, which was completely unrecognizable as a love letter, into my arms, and the corners of his lips raised a graceful arc, "Don't steal Look, or I'll be angry."

In retrospect, everything he said and did to me at that time was full of malice and made me terrified. But at that time, I regarded him as a family member that was even closer than Ning Shi, and was not defenseless at all.

He said he didn't want to be seen, so as not to attract people's tongues, he asked me to invite Song Bailao to the equipment room next to the school playground.

The students were on vacation at that time, and there was really no one there.

"You wait for him here, and when he comes, you hand over the letter to him." He pointed to the back of the equipment room, "I am outside, if he reads the letter, he is willing to accept me , I'll come again."

After he finished speaking, he hugged me. Before leaving the equipment room, he suddenly stopped, turned to me and said, "You can call me brother again."

His request still seems inexplicable, but this is something I have never figured out.

"...Brother?" I looked at him strangely, very puzzled, but called him anyway.

He squinted, gave me a bright smile, turned his head, and waved his back to me.

"Goodbye, Xiaoyu."

Zhu Li, as the "older brother", probably "died" completely at this moment.

I was the only one left in the equipment room. I held up the letter and felt that Zhu Li's worries were completely unnecessary.

How could anyone reject him?

He is Zhu Li...

"What the **** are you looking for from me?"

I'm still thinking about it, Song Bailao has come in from the door. The tall figure turned his back to the light, so I couldn't see his expression for a while.

I held the letter in my hand, feeling a little nervous.

"I..."

Song Bailao looked at the letter and then at me, his eyebrows twitched strangely: "What?"

I opened my mouth and was about to explain further when a sound like a flat tire suddenly came from somewhere in the equipment room.

Song Bolao twitched the tip of his nose and his face changed slightly: "Ning Yu, what have you done?"

His eyes were so terrifying, I was bitten by the beast on the neck in an instant, and I was frozen in place.

"I, I didn't do anything..."

At this moment, the door of the equipment room slammed shut, and the room was instantly darkened.

I was very familiar with Zhu Li's voice from outside the door.

"Come on, Xiaoyu."

What oil? What is brother talking about? Why is he closing the door? At the time I didn't know what was waiting for me, but I was starting to feel bad.

Song Bailao reacted faster than I did. He rushed to the door and found that the door was locked. Then he started kicking the door.

It was the first time I saw Song Bailao who was so manic. He slammed the door with his fist, and soon his hands were dripping with blood, but he still carried out crazy behavior as if he didn't feel it.

"Song, Song Bailao, calm down..."

I pulled him and was thrown away by him.

"Don't touch me!"

I was startled, his forehead was full of blue veins, and his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"What's the matter with you?"

He slammed his head against the door panel and started scratching his neck, as if trying to remove the bite stopper from his face.

I didn't know much at the time, I thought there was something wrong with his bite stopper, and I thought it might not be a leak.

"Don't worry..." Just when I wanted to help him take off the bite stopper, he grabbed my hand and threw me to the ground.

The envelope fell to the ground, and the sound of air leakage continued.

Song Bailao clasped my hands, with astonishing longing in his eyes, but his words were filled with astonishing hatred.

"Ning Yu, how dare you do this to me!"