MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 2

【If there is original sin in this world, being human may be my original sin. 】

I have a tattoo on my lower abdomen and on my lower waist. It was originally designed to cover the vertical incision wound by Ning Shi. She probably meant to get some flowers, grass, and cover the scar, but I secretly asked the tattooist to tattoo a scarier scar - torn flesh, bright red texture, and messy rough stitches, as if someone was taking advantage of it. The sword pierced through the body.

This is just naked against Ning Shi, she stared at my body angrily, slapped me fiercely, called me a non-enterprising trash, and then left me with nothing Wen's I was left in front of a remote tattoo shop. If Liang Qiuyang, who also had tattoos in the shop, saw me pitifully and generously, I would have been sent to the police station by the tattoo shop owner on the grounds of "overlord tattoos".

Don't say Ning Shi can't understand, even I can't understand what I was thinking at that moment.

I didn't really like that child, and I didn't think about giving birth to him, but when he really left, I couldn't let it go.

Liang Qiuyang said that it may be because of my "maternal" instinct, I think he is wrong, it may just be my hypocritical. I hypocritically think that I should not forget.

"Tame me. I'm just one of thousands of foxes, no different. If you tame me, I'll be your only fox in the world ."

I adjusted the camera so that the lens could focus better below my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I hurt my hand yesterday while cooking. I can't touch the water, so I can only be a broadcast anchor." I stretched out my hand and showed my left index finger to the few viewers behind the camera. Band-Aid on.

The wound is at the knuckle, about two centimeters on the side, not deep, but there was a lot of blood yesterday.

As a baker, I have to deal with the kitchen all day long, and I have to blame Song Bailao for all this.

I have a habit of turning on the TV while cooking to make the room a little more popular. It's usually news and the like, and sometimes I watch some more noisy variety shows.

Yesterday I was peeling a potato when I suddenly heard the three words "Song Bailao" from the news anchor. With a quick hand, the blade of the knife slid into the flesh. Fortunately, I received it in time. Stay strong, otherwise I am afraid that I will go to the hospital and go to the emergency room.

I rushed into the living room and yanked a tissue to press the wound, and heard more in my ears. The head of the Xia family died of illness. As a stepson, Song Bailao inherited all the properties of the Xia family and became the youngest golden bachelor on the 10 billion rich list.

No wonder the Zhu family is reluctant to let go of this fragrant bun, and they have to get on this big boat with a replacement.

"It's just a small injury, just give me two days to heal."

After being revoked as a baker two years ago, I have been broadcasting the cake making process on a live broadcast platform called "Amber". The popularity is not high, and I cannot compete with Amber's other popular game anchors. than, but barely making ends meet. But a few years ago, because someone broke out that I had copied other contestants in the International Cake Contest, the popularity of the live broadcast room has been declining day by day. In particular, the "victim" soon also broadcast live in Amber.

Various creative events and art careers have always been the exclusive domain of Omega, and no one will believe a beta defense. Ning Shi is right, adults don't care about the process, everyone just looks at the results.

In this world, if a is the king and o is the queen, then b is probably a servant who is only assigned to carry shoes.

There are several comments on the scrolling message wall on the right side of the screen, all of which made me pay attention to safety. At the same time, the number of people in the live broadcast room began to decline.

It still doesn't work. I'm a live-streaming cake maker. I don't show my face, nor do I have any talent for funny. I have a bad reputation. Suddenly, I didn't make cakes and read children's books instead of killing myself.

Tomorrow it seems that even if the hand is not good, the live broadcast will continue.

"Well, I will pay attention to safety. Then I will read..." With a sigh in my heart, I turned another page of the book spread out on the table.

1/3 of the storybook, I said goodbye to several online viewers and finished the live broadcast. After talking all afternoon, I was a little dry and went to the refrigerator to open a can of cold beer.

After a few gulps, she returned to the computer desk with the can. I just opened the browser and browsed a few frequently visited websites at random, when a news window suddenly popped up in the lower right corner.

—Song Bailao, chairman of Xiasheng Group, may marry Zhu Li, the son of Zhu's Wood Industry, within this year.

I was unprepared, my hand trembled, and the movement of sliding the mouse was too fast, knocking over the can. The bubbly liquor poured down instantly, spilling all over the keyboard.

The news of the media is very accurate, "Song Bailao", "within this year", "with Zhu's wood industry son", "married" are all correct, but the target is not accurate.

It's not Zhu Li who wants to marry Song Bailao, it's me.

The wine dripped down the table, I was stunned for three seconds before I realized it, then I quickly took out a tissue to wipe the keyboard and shut down the system. After tossing for a long time, I finally cleaned up the computer.

I was going to fight tomorrow with an injury, but now I don't even have the tools to eat...

On the second day, I cautiously pressed the computer start button with anticipation and anxiety. After waiting for a long time, the display screen did not respond, as calm as the endless dark sea in the middle of the night.

"It's really broken..." I slumped my shoulders and sighed deeply. After lunch, I resignedly took the computer to the store for repair.

The weather has not been very good recently. I checked the weather forecast before going out. It was cloudy with light rain.

Since I started live broadcasting at home, I have gradually stopped going out, and I can't even find an umbrella at home. I looked outside the window except for the thick clouds, and it seemed that it would not rain for a while, so I gave up the idea of ​​looking for an umbrella with a bit of luck.

In the end, people were unlucky to drink cold water and stuck their teeth. As soon as I exited the subway entrance, I saw a lot of rain outside. Where is the light rain, it is clearly heavy rain.

Fortunately, the gate of the mall is only 50 meters away from me. I put the notebook on my head and sprinted over without getting much.

I kept slapping the raindrops on my clothes on the porch. The doorman not far away glanced at me, frowned and turned away.

Feeling his dislike, I lowered my head and walked a little further.

Almost everyone passing by on the road can't help but look at it.

The doorman turned into a strange face, and greeted him with an umbrella with a flattering smile. A young woman stepped out of the car slowly. On such a cold day, she only wore a thin dress and a cashmere coat. The umbrella was too low to see her appearance, and she seemed to be holding a small child in her hand.

It looks like an Omega, which rich wife should be.

The more people there are, the more nervous I get. Living away from the crowd for the past two years has gradually made me unwilling to be in contact with people.

"It's just... it's just splashed with water, and it can't be turned on today."

I finally told the clerk what I wanted. He checked my computer and said it could be repaired, but the wait time was a bit long, three or four hours.

"It's good if you can fix it." When I heard that it could be repaired, I was really relieved.

I can still afford the repairs, but if I buy a new one, it's really hard.

"Then you can pick it up again in the afternoon." The clerk gave me a note to pick up the machine in the afternoon.

Thanks to the clerk. After I left the specialty store, I went to a ramen shop to eat a bowl of plain noodles.

I went to the mother and baby area for some reason.

The mother and baby area is very quiet, not to mention the special children's play room, but also set up two VIP rooms, pulling the curtains are mysterious, I think it is for those who don't want to shop with the betas Prepared by Omega.

It is said that everyone is equal, but the details of inequality can be seen everywhere in life.

I touched a small pink dress and thought seriously about what size should a seven-year-old wear? It seems that there are only baby clothes here, should I go to the children's clothing section? I don't know if the kid is an alpha, an Omega or a beta. The next time you see Ning Shi, you have to ask carefully, otherwise it will be difficult to pick a gift for him.

"Does the guest need any help?" It may be very suspicious to see me in a daze, which attracted the attention of the salesperson.

I waved my hands awkwardly: "No, no, I'll take a look."

As if afraid of the salesperson chasing after me, I quickly walked out of the mother and baby area without looking back.

Maybe I drank too much noodle soup at noon, and the urge to urinate came suddenly. I walked around the mall and searched for nearly ten minutes before I found the men's bathroom in a hidden corner.

During the release, I always felt weird, but I couldn't tell how weird it was, like someone was staring at me.

There is a mirror in front of each urinal. The mirror does not reflect other people behind me, but completely reflects my messy hair that is about to cover my eyes, and Pale bluish complexion.

No wonder the doorman looked at me with such disgust, like a vampire who hadn't slept in eight hundred years.

Laughing at myself for being careless, I trimmed my hair, zipped up and turned back... A little boy looked at me blankly.

"!" I clutched my beating heart and almost couldn't help screaming in horror.

That line of sight was not my illusion, there was someone looking at me from behind.

It took me a while to calm down and my heartbeat returned to normal. During this period, the other party maintained the same expression and posture, and he was panicked.

I squatted down and asked him: "Why are you looking at me silently?"

The little boy stared at me with **** and white eyes, expressionless on his face, as if he did not understand my words.

"Where's your mother?"

He still ignores me.

I thought he was hearing impaired and snapped my fingers very close to his ear. He blinked sharply, clearly audible.

I wanted to look outside to see if there were any of his parents, and after scanning the circle, I found that the surroundings were very empty, not even a figure.

Turn around again, startled again, he followed me out, and stuck close to me, one hand grabbed the hem of my shirt.

I picked him up: "Whose child are you? Do you know where your mother is?"

The child is as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and he doesn't even react like a mortal. If it weren't for his warmth and softness, I would have to wonder if it was an artificial AI implanted in the program.

"Do you know your mom or dad's phone number?" I took out my phone and asked the other person with no expectations.

I didn't expect that this time the little boy's eyes suddenly moved, and he reached out to the phone.

"Did you think of something?" I hurriedly gave him the phone.

He held the phone in both hands, pressed a series of numbers slowly and unskillfully, and returned the phone to me.

"Is that your parent's number?" I asked him.

The little boy looked at me like an ice sculpture and a snow sculpture.

I sighed and dialed the number on my phone.

It took a long time for the call to be connected, and a polite young female voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, who is it?"

"Uh...I found a child, did you lose it?"

The opposite side was silent for a moment, and the female voice became indifferent: "I'm not married yet, how can I have children? I'm very busy to cheat money to find someone else."

After that, I hung up the phone, and no matter how much I called the other party, I would not answer.

"She said she has no children, didn't you give me your mother's mobile phone number?" My question was destined to be unanswered, the little boy sat quietly on my arm, except for blinking, a picture His face seemed to be condensed, and there was no emotional fluctuation.

What can I do...

Just as I was at a loss, thinking about handing him over to the service desk in the mall, the child suddenly stretched his arm and pointed to a sign above our heads.

I took a closer look. In addition to the location of the elevator toilet, it also marked the location of a commercial building adjacent to the mall.

When I came last year, the commercial building was still in the final construction. It is said that it was bought by a large company to be the headquarters building. Now that a year has passed, someone should have settled in the office long ago.

"Where do your parents work?"

I asked casually, but this time the other party nodded. Although the movement range is small, it is true that he nods his head up and down.

Having a clear goal makes it easier for me.

"Then I'll take you to them."

At the time, to be honest, in addition to running away, I have completely forgotten my original intention.

How could it be so coincidental that this building was bought by Xia Sheng to make it a new headquarters?

This used to be the Xia Sheng of the Xia family. Not long ago, it became Song Bailao's company.

The Song Bailao that I will marry soon.

Fate is really a wonderful thing. In the past seven years, I have not heard about Song Bailao even once, nor have I seen him anywhere. But since agreeing to Ning Shi's request, it's like turning on some evil fate switch, and suddenly this person is everywhere.

The security guard at the door saw me standing stupidly and didn't want to go in, so he came to ask: "Who are you looking for, sir?"

I woke up: "Oh I'm looking for... I'm looking for this child's parents."

There are thousands of employees in the company.

The security guard looked suspiciously at the little boy in my arms, and suddenly glared: "Oh, isn't this little young master?"

I was also shocked: "Little... little master?"

Can be called "little master" by Xia Sheng's security...

I didn't have time to think further, but the other party enthusiastically pulled me by the arm and pulled me through the door to the front desk.

"The young master is here!"

Two young girls sitting at the front desk looked at me in surprise.

One said: "Assistant Li said that today the new nanny will bring the young master to find the boss. Are you the new nanny? It turns out to be a man."

The other said: "I'll take you up, come, follow me."

I want to say that I am not a new babysitter, but the problem of being nervous when there are more people makes me temporarily in a state of aphasia, I can only follow their instructions like a wooden man, and my mind is blank.

The lady at the front desk swiped her card and took us through the gate, and then took the elevator that also requires card swipe. Press the button on the 28th floor, the highest floor, and the car is silent.

"You..." When they reached the tenth floor, the other party suddenly made a sound.

The other party was taken aback by my reaction and was a little embarrassed: "I want to say that Mr. Song may be in a meeting, you have to wait for him in the office for a while."

Mr. Song…

Where does Xia Sheng have a second surname Song who dares to call him "General"?

It's Song Bailao.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the lady at the front desk: "Why are you sweating so much, are you uncomfortable?"

I am quite uncomfortable. At first I thought I could, but now I realize I can't. I could even hear my teeth rattling up and down in fear, and the constant trembling kept me from uttering a word.

The elevator dinged at this moment, and the 28th floor arrived.

"Please." The front desk blocked the door for me and let me go first.

The closed space that came out had the door locked, but judging from the furnishings, it should be Song Bailau's office.

The whole floor is very quiet, and the sound-absorbing effect of the fleece under your feet is very good.

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She frowned: "I'm sorry, I have something to do here. You can wait here for a while, you can pick up the drinks and fruits on the bar by yourself. I'll go first."

"Hello..." I took a few steps back, trying to stop her and tell her not to leave, but the other party was so focused on communicating with the colleague on the other end of the headset that he didn't notice me at all.

The elevator door closed relentlessly in front of my eyes, I stared blankly for a moment, sighed, put the little boy in my arms on the ground, and let him move freely.

with you."

After I finished speaking, I wanted to slip away, but the pants on my thigh were pulled from behind before I walked a few steps. I looked back, the child was clutching my pants tightly, and I could see a little reluctance on his blank face.

"My dear, I'm really leaving." It was a child, I easily broke his hand.

But after a few steps, he grabbed me again.

We were like a tug of war, he dragged me, I dragged him, trying my best not to let the other party wish.

Just as we were entangled, there was a ding dong sound, and I was shaking all over by the sound, and looked stiffly towards the direction of the elevator.

The elevator door slowly opened, and a tall man with a black bite stop covering his lower face gradually appeared in front of me. The bangs were fixed with hairspray and combed to the back of the head, revealing the entire smooth forehead, which made the eyes especially deep. He was wearing a suit with his hands in his trouser pockets. Just looking at him like this, the words "shocking" flashed in my mind unconsciously.

Literally, when I saw him, my heart skipped a beat.

When he saw my face, he squinted for a moment, and after a few seconds, he finally found my image from the corner of his memory, his brows gradually loosened, and the tip of his brow raised a familiar face , a casual arc.

"It's you."

I haven't seen you in seven years, he may have forgotten my name long ago.

No, he never took it seriously.

"Okay, long time no see." I pretended to be calm and stretched out my hand, "Song Bailao."

The author has something to say: The word Bo is pronounced "bai" as a surname and "bo" as a first name.