"Archie, didn't you take Lingzi for a check-up today?"

In a side hall of the villa, Mr. Jin made a phone call.

"Teacher, I've informed you, he won't be alive or dead today!"

"I didn't go last month, it's been a few months?" The old man was very displeased, and even the beard at the corner of his mouth was curled up one by one, "Listen, don't make any trouble for me in the past six months." ”

"Teacher, don't worry, students remember."

Jin Jian hung up the phone, made a cup of Pu'er tea alone, and lowered his head to savor it. In the past two years, I have gradually developed the habit of drinking tea at night, and for some reason, I can't sleep, maybe I have too many things on my mind.

Taking a sip, Jin Jian fell into deep thought,

Thinking back to nine years ago, in order to open the shackles of fate, he did not hesitate to take risks to borrow a huge amount of money from the JQZS organization.

Think about the fact that there is still half a year before the deadline, and you can enjoy your old age in peace! Jin Jian is a little proud, relying on the expensive furniture he has accumulated over the years, it can be said that he wants the wind to be windy and rainy in Jiangcheng, who would have thought that this person would be behind the glamorous and flashy, but he couldn't even protect his wife before, which is really a great shame.

Thinking of this, his brow furrowed again, and the fire in his heart was hissing again. He wants revenge, as he said back then, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. For ten years, he has been thinking about revenge.

In order to take revenge, Mao Tingzhi became the Golden Court; Mao Bin became Jin Ling; and Jiang Xiaolan, who was tortured to the point of almost becoming a waste. It's outrageous that so many bad things have been done. But is that enough? No, it's not enough, Jin Jian's expression was a little hideous, what was his purpose, it was to destroy the other party's spirit and will, it was obvious that he hadn't done it, at least not so far.

However, should you do bad things at all? There is still half a year, maybe after this half a year, when I go to the United States, my mind will change, and my heart will also change.

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When Ling Zi returned home, his father Jin Ting was also there.

"Dad, Uncle Qi always asked me to go for a checkup, and I'm not sick, what kind of check?"

"Go, it's no harm anyway, then, or I'll accompany you tomorrow!"

Ling Zi has to go to the designated hospital for a check-up every month, this Jin Ting knows, and the old man personally explained, saying that the child is not in good health and must do regular psychological counseling. Originally, he felt that this child was pitiful, and he didn't feel at ease, but he didn't feel very at ease about Shen Qi's personality, but now since the child said that he didn't want to go with him, he would take him himself.

Ling Zi was very happy, his father had never said that, and in his eyes, this kind of feeling was naturally rare. In his memory, he lacks this kind of family affection, even if there is a little bit of existence, then he will feel extremely happy.

Hey, poor boy!

To say that Jin Ting thought about it and took Ling Zi for an examination the next day, he also knew the psychiatrist, and the phone number was contacted, but when he went out, Shen Qi actually came.

"Uncle Qi, my dad sent me there today." Ling Zi looked like the boss was unwilling.

Shen Qi was not angry, but said with a smile: "Your father is the general manager, and there are many things to do in business, I don't believe you ask your father!" ”

This Shen Qi also gestured to Jin Ting after speaking, which meant that he asked him to call the old man.

Of course, there is no need to make this call, Jin Ting thought about it, it seems that he can't send it today, so he had to shake his head at Ling Zi helplessly:

"Dad does have a business to discuss today, or next time, Dad will take you there next time."

Ling Zi was not aggrieved, although he was now eighteen years old and an adult, he didn't know why, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He seemed to understand that in the eyes of these people, he was just a perfunctory object, and he was so sad. But what can he do?