*****************
Qingxiao had a very uncomfortable breakfast, A Ling knelt beside him, and as he asked, he used his knife and fork to eat. For hygiene, he also wore plastic gloves for a long time and hadn't used a knife and fork for a long time. A Ling looked a little clumsy at first, but soon got used to him, he cut the sandwich into small squares and put it into his mouth with a fork.
But he was obviously not happy. For him, taking food from his master's hands and sucking his master's fingers is the reward. If the master is moved to overwhelm him, he will be happier. He waved his paws like a kitten and wanted to push but refuse. The dark eyes flashed with a cunning light. After trying Qingxiao once, he deeply despised himself and refused to take the bait again, which disappointed A Ling.
Although he still obediently followed Qingxiao's instructions and tried hard to do it, he could tell at a glance that A Ling was like a child after breaking it. Everything was innocent and transparent. If there was anything that made Qingxiao happy, it probably didn't have to guess what the other party thought about it. Seeing him taking a few bites, he began to slap him and shake his butt. Qingxiao really wanted to slap him. But thinking about the embarrassing incident of a spanking last time, Qingxiao had to turn his back and ignore him, so the little slave was in love on the floor alone.
Several days have passed, but when he thought that he would feel excited from spanking that day, Qingxiao felt terrible. He didn't know what kind of demon lived in his heart, nor did he know when the demon would come out. He hated SM, especially when witnessing his lover being so cruel and inhumane, he felt that he wanted to vomit as soon as he saw the tools of sexual abuse. He only studied SM's methods and master-slave psychology with the determination to cure the disease and save the patient. But why did he get pleasure in the process of punishing the slave? That pleasure is still so strong?
Of course, it can be explained that he has been abstinent for too long, how could a healthy man be able to watch his lover naked in front of him every day and never have been in contact with A Ling for so long? Isn’t it normal that he can’t control himself for a while?
However, I still feel uneasy even though the memory can be blurred, the feeling in my heart is the texture brought by the tender and smooth buttocks that are lingering. Later, it turns into a bright red visual impact, and the itchy feeling when slapping the body. When I recall it, I feel strangely sweet. The more I feel aftertaste, the more I feel the joy that is almost blasphemous, just like a flower of evil blooming in my heart, making him tremble.
For many days, A Ling's red butt turned into a charming image under the light green night sky. Once he closed his eyes, he would sway in front of him. I really hate this feeling. I want to be farther away from the radiation source. Qingxiao simply brought the teacup to the terrace to read the newspaper.
The sun had not yet fully risen, but I could already feel the cool breeze that was rising and the heat was also filled with a feeling of exhaustion. He took a sip of green tea, picked up the newspaper and looked at the slightly bitter tea fragrance and savored the sweetness, driving away the annoying scene in his mind, calming his mind a little. At this time, a line of large-text titles on the newspaper caught his attention:
Everyone is a sadist?
He was stunned and looked at it with a glance. The more he looked, the more he became more and more shocked. The report was about an experiment conducted by Zimbardo, a young psychology professor at Stanford University. He built a simulated prison in the basement of the Stanford Department of Psychology building. He recruited 24 volunteers, half serving as guards and half serving as prisoners to observe their reactions in extreme environments. The experiment lasted for 2 weeks. The 24 volunteers had undergone a series of medical and psychological tests and confirmed that they had no criminal record and were completely healthy in physical and mental health. In order to seek realistic, all prisoners used extra signs and wore shackles.
However, on the first night, the prisoners began to feel dissatisfied and complained that the guards felt threatened began to study ways to make prisoners surrender, from verbal abuse, spraying prisoners with fire extinguishers, not allowing them to go to the toilet, to stripping the prisoners' clothes and washing the toilet with empty hands, gradually escalating the methods. The tendency of sadism became increasingly obvious on the sixth day, and the situation was completely out of control. The prisoners were planning to escape from prison, and the guards actually developed to the point where they forced prisoners to imitate animal sex. Violence and insults were no longer possible. Zimbardo was shocked when he saw this scene. He immediately announced the termination of the experiment and was relieved. However, the guards were already greedy for the rights they received and were unwilling to give up on investigations at this time. One-third of the guards had shown a "real" sadism tendency.
Qingxiao suddenly put down the newspaper. Because he tried too hard, some tea rippled in the teacup. He stabilized his mind and continued to read. The article ended with Professor Zimbardo's evaluation of this experiment that only lasted for only six days, believing that everyone has a potential sadistic tendency and just waiting for the appropriate opportunity to inspire, especially when they think it is a responsibility, torture others will become at ease.
When the guard wears a uniform, he feels that he has the responsibility to take care of the prisoner. So what about himself? Are he too addicted to the role of the master, so he is obsessed with the punishment game and cannot extricate himself?
He stared at the newspaper, and could not tell for a moment that he was a strong-willed person? He never doubted this, but when he encountered something related to Xiaoyu, he would always fall into the quagmire of self-doubt. After all, he had made mistakes and he could never make any mistakes. This was related to a person, a life, and this person happened to be the one who would rather lose the whole world than lose the whole world than lose the person.
The sun is getting stronger and stronger. The green lawn in summer absorbs heat and emits a dry smell of dust. Qingxiao lay on the chair for a while. Her slender and powerful fingers tightly grasp the armrest. The midsummer sun makes him dizzy. He decided to wash and wake up his face with cold water.
********************
The cold water splashed on his face, bringing cold and cold Qingxiao stared at his face in the mirror, which was so serious that he was thick and straight, and even with water vapor, it did not add a little softness. In the deep eye sockets, there were too cold and sharp eyes. Especially at this moment, staring at the front without expression, it seemed that any thing that dared to block his way would be wiped out under such gaze.
Kiyoko took a deep breath and drew a stroke on the mirror with his watery fingers. So the eyes were covered by water marks, but the remaining parts were combined, and there was still no sign of romance. The angular lines reminded people of the cruel and ruthless Spanish colonists in the history of the American pioneering.
Qingxiao touched her chin and murmured: Am I so sadistic? Am I really a sadistic at heart?
He looked at his lower body in confusion, took out the source of desire that troubled him. The thing softly attached it between his legs, looking extremely obedient and harmless, but this might be the only thing he could not control on his body, and might also control him in turn. He practiced ninjutsu for many years, and the muscles on his arms could be twisted and changed, but he couldn't do anything about these two taels of meat.
Perhaps there is still a way to remember that he could suppress some impulse through self-hypnosis. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing evenly, and gradually entered the meditation realm, silently chanting: That is a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake...
The hand slowly thrust down, and when it approached the crotch, it trembled violently, and it was raised involuntarily, as if it was really approaching a poisonous snake
In this moment, Qingxiao opened her eyes wide. When she looked at her again, the organ was still hanging there innocently, wondering what the owner was experiencing. I wondered if it was a psychological effect. Qingxiao always felt that the size seemed a little smaller.
Forget it, even if it is a sadist, it is better than impotence. Qingxiao made a face in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom
********************
I sat back in the study. The bright sunlight shone through the window. The wide oak desk reflected the light of the light Qingxiao took out the notepad with her. The thick leather cover felt very textured and Qingxiao gently stroked the cover. She began to read it and recorded A Ling's daily progress according to the date:
On the 21st, I practice standing for the first time...
On the 22nd, I slept in bed for the first time, but my posture did not change...
On the 23rd, I started practicing eating with knives and forks, and beat ketchup...
Qingxiao smiled while watching, but she still had achievements, right? No matter how difficult the matter is, as long as you persist, there will always be a little effect. He looked at the pages of records. His Xiaoyu was slowly walking towards him along these ink-written words. They would meet one day and never separate again.
You have to remember that no matter how desperate you are, you cannot give up
Because I will come back... we will have a future, and we will definitely!
In that dark training center full of monitors, he told Yu this way. On this bright morning, he told himself that some of the sour memories slowly climbed up to his heart, and some emotions swayed in the wind like autumn vines.
He can do it because he has to do it
Qingxiao pondered for a moment and wrote in the blank space where the note book looked up: Will what you did help Xiaoyu come back?
He thought about it, and then decorated the lines with a bright watercolor pen to make them more eye-catching, then turned to the page of physical punishment, and drew a fork on that date.
He checked each day one by one and what made him feel relieved was that there were not many crosses, which showed that his self-control was quite good
He breathed a long sigh and lay on the backrest. His fingers flexibly tapped a note on the armrest. At this time, the phone rang. He pressed the call button: Hello, who?
The other party did not reply immediately for a moment, and he heard a chuckle: Kiyoko? It sounds like you are in a good mood and have you forgotten your wish after finding Asami Yu?
Qingxiao's heart suddenly sank and said tentatively: Uncle?
The other party responded with a more generous laugh, which made him no longer doubt it. Yes, that person was his uncle. Now, the actual helmsman of Sanada Masahiko Sanada two years ago, in order to allow his son to take charge of the Sanada team, he tried to kill him, but in the end he finally let his blood and close relatives go
Masahiro: It's so comforting to hear you call me that
Qingxiao said calmly: You were my uncle, this is an unchangeable fact
You are so mature that you feel a little emotional in Masahiko's words. I thought you would blame me for that matter.
There is nothing to blame, let me ambush the police undercover. Although it was your arrangement, it was my decision to let him go. It was also my fault that the Sanada team suffered heavy losses. The fact proves that I am not suitable to be in the underworld. Let Infuka take charge of the Sanada team is the most appropriate decision. It is public or private. You have done nothing wrong.
Looking back on the past, I was able to accept it calmly, and I had no desire to fight, so I naturally would not be resentful of Qingxiao and said: However, now I am nominally a dead man in Sanada Group, and I have not intervened in all matters of all major and small, nor have I contacted all the veterans in private. I have no threat to Infuka. What else did my uncle ask me for?
Masahiko coughed and said: So, the deputy director of the police station mentioned last time used up his DOOM, so...
Qingxiao was silent for a moment and said lightly: Uncle, we have agreed that the transaction three months ago was the last one.
Masahiko said awkwardly: But we can't find a better agent within the police for a while, and that person is not a gentleman at all. If we don't continue to give him DOOM, he will cause trouble.
Kiyoshita: I believe my uncle can handle this kind of thing well. The people in the Sanada group are always the same, so of course my uncle won't break his promise.
Masahiko was a little angry and said: But you are still from the Sanada group, aren’t you? You have a tattoo from the Sanada family on your body and you have a ring from the Sanada group on your hands, so how can you stay out of it?
Qingxiao laughed and said: You forgot, uncle, you don’t want me to go back and take care of things, why do you say this now?
Masahiko was speechless and said for a while: I am reminding you that you need to have a beginning and an end in your work over the past two years. I have fulfilled all your requests and given money and information so that you can get the money and information back as you wish...
Qingxiao said softly: And I gave you DOOM The things you gave me are all exchanged for by me with my own labor.
He smiled coldly and said: "I also have my own conscience."
Masahiko was silent for a moment and said: So, are you unwilling to give it to me?
Qing Xiaodao: We agreed that uncle DOOM is not a good thing, and I will not touch it anymore in the future. You should stop.
He paused and said: Also, since our transaction has ended, I will no longer use it to you, so I will officially break away from Sanada group. Uncle, Ino has just taken charge of Sanada group. There are many things big and small, so you should focus more on him.
Masahiko didn't say anything for a long time, and suddenly laughed: OK, I understand what you mean! In your eyes, Sanada Group has always been a rag. When it is useful, it will be used to wipe it. When it is useless, it will be thrown into the garbage dump, right? You must keep yourself clean, and think that this thing is dirty and smelly to damage your decentness. That's how you view the country you have built!
Qingxiao said calmly: You are right, I am such a selfish bastard. I scolded me like this ten years ago. What instructions do you have, uncle?
Masahiko said coldly: I just want to remind you that since you want to be a civilized person, we will also do our business according to the rules of civilized people. The funds are provided by me and the materials are provided by me. That is to say, you are just my employee, so should your research results belong to me?
Qingxiao let out a sigh and said with a smile: I forgot about this. Yes, over the past few years, I used your information and money to use your money. I should give you an explanation and say a number. I will give it to you.
He added lightly: But DOOM must be destroyed, this matter is not negotiated
Masahiko is still talking about it, and Qingxiao has already said: Uncle, this is my bottom line. You should know, let alone, this is something we have already discussed
Masahiko was silent for a longer time this time and finally said: Well, after all, you are not a person on our path, and I don’t want to force you, your father is the only son, you, you can do it yourself.
Kiyoko finally felt relieved and said with a smile: Thank you, uncle, for owing you money, I will pay it back to you as soon as possible. Although I left Sanada Group, I will always remember that you are my uncle.
********************
Living expenses, private detective expenses, air tickets, rents, various miscellaneous expenses... I waved the bill in my hand angrily and said loudly, "You have a good idea, why do you have to bear your expenses for the past three years? You are not my son!"
And these! Basement modification fee, video surveillance equipment, a wheelchair, a refrigerator... He became more and more angry as he looked at it, and shouted, "You locked me up and even asked me to pay for these things!"
Qingxiao said coldly: I think this is reasonable. You shouldn’t pay for food and board when you live here?
Qingxiao had a very uncomfortable breakfast, A Ling knelt beside him, and as he asked, he used his knife and fork to eat. For hygiene, he also wore plastic gloves for a long time and hadn't used a knife and fork for a long time. A Ling looked a little clumsy at first, but soon got used to him, he cut the sandwich into small squares and put it into his mouth with a fork.
But he was obviously not happy. For him, taking food from his master's hands and sucking his master's fingers is the reward. If the master is moved to overwhelm him, he will be happier. He waved his paws like a kitten and wanted to push but refuse. The dark eyes flashed with a cunning light. After trying Qingxiao once, he deeply despised himself and refused to take the bait again, which disappointed A Ling.
Although he still obediently followed Qingxiao's instructions and tried hard to do it, he could tell at a glance that A Ling was like a child after breaking it. Everything was innocent and transparent. If there was anything that made Qingxiao happy, it probably didn't have to guess what the other party thought about it. Seeing him taking a few bites, he began to slap him and shake his butt. Qingxiao really wanted to slap him. But thinking about the embarrassing incident of a spanking last time, Qingxiao had to turn his back and ignore him, so the little slave was in love on the floor alone.
Several days have passed, but when he thought that he would feel excited from spanking that day, Qingxiao felt terrible. He didn't know what kind of demon lived in his heart, nor did he know when the demon would come out. He hated SM, especially when witnessing his lover being so cruel and inhumane, he felt that he wanted to vomit as soon as he saw the tools of sexual abuse. He only studied SM's methods and master-slave psychology with the determination to cure the disease and save the patient. But why did he get pleasure in the process of punishing the slave? That pleasure is still so strong?
Of course, it can be explained that he has been abstinent for too long, how could a healthy man be able to watch his lover naked in front of him every day and never have been in contact with A Ling for so long? Isn’t it normal that he can’t control himself for a while?
However, I still feel uneasy even though the memory can be blurred, the feeling in my heart is the texture brought by the tender and smooth buttocks that are lingering. Later, it turns into a bright red visual impact, and the itchy feeling when slapping the body. When I recall it, I feel strangely sweet. The more I feel aftertaste, the more I feel the joy that is almost blasphemous, just like a flower of evil blooming in my heart, making him tremble.
For many days, A Ling's red butt turned into a charming image under the light green night sky. Once he closed his eyes, he would sway in front of him. I really hate this feeling. I want to be farther away from the radiation source. Qingxiao simply brought the teacup to the terrace to read the newspaper.
The sun had not yet fully risen, but I could already feel the cool breeze that was rising and the heat was also filled with a feeling of exhaustion. He took a sip of green tea, picked up the newspaper and looked at the slightly bitter tea fragrance and savored the sweetness, driving away the annoying scene in his mind, calming his mind a little. At this time, a line of large-text titles on the newspaper caught his attention:
Everyone is a sadist?
He was stunned and looked at it with a glance. The more he looked, the more he became more and more shocked. The report was about an experiment conducted by Zimbardo, a young psychology professor at Stanford University. He built a simulated prison in the basement of the Stanford Department of Psychology building. He recruited 24 volunteers, half serving as guards and half serving as prisoners to observe their reactions in extreme environments. The experiment lasted for 2 weeks. The 24 volunteers had undergone a series of medical and psychological tests and confirmed that they had no criminal record and were completely healthy in physical and mental health. In order to seek realistic, all prisoners used extra signs and wore shackles.
However, on the first night, the prisoners began to feel dissatisfied and complained that the guards felt threatened began to study ways to make prisoners surrender, from verbal abuse, spraying prisoners with fire extinguishers, not allowing them to go to the toilet, to stripping the prisoners' clothes and washing the toilet with empty hands, gradually escalating the methods. The tendency of sadism became increasingly obvious on the sixth day, and the situation was completely out of control. The prisoners were planning to escape from prison, and the guards actually developed to the point where they forced prisoners to imitate animal sex. Violence and insults were no longer possible. Zimbardo was shocked when he saw this scene. He immediately announced the termination of the experiment and was relieved. However, the guards were already greedy for the rights they received and were unwilling to give up on investigations at this time. One-third of the guards had shown a "real" sadism tendency.
Qingxiao suddenly put down the newspaper. Because he tried too hard, some tea rippled in the teacup. He stabilized his mind and continued to read. The article ended with Professor Zimbardo's evaluation of this experiment that only lasted for only six days, believing that everyone has a potential sadistic tendency and just waiting for the appropriate opportunity to inspire, especially when they think it is a responsibility, torture others will become at ease.
When the guard wears a uniform, he feels that he has the responsibility to take care of the prisoner. So what about himself? Are he too addicted to the role of the master, so he is obsessed with the punishment game and cannot extricate himself?
He stared at the newspaper, and could not tell for a moment that he was a strong-willed person? He never doubted this, but when he encountered something related to Xiaoyu, he would always fall into the quagmire of self-doubt. After all, he had made mistakes and he could never make any mistakes. This was related to a person, a life, and this person happened to be the one who would rather lose the whole world than lose the whole world than lose the person.
The sun is getting stronger and stronger. The green lawn in summer absorbs heat and emits a dry smell of dust. Qingxiao lay on the chair for a while. Her slender and powerful fingers tightly grasp the armrest. The midsummer sun makes him dizzy. He decided to wash and wake up his face with cold water.
********************
The cold water splashed on his face, bringing cold and cold Qingxiao stared at his face in the mirror, which was so serious that he was thick and straight, and even with water vapor, it did not add a little softness. In the deep eye sockets, there were too cold and sharp eyes. Especially at this moment, staring at the front without expression, it seemed that any thing that dared to block his way would be wiped out under such gaze.
Kiyoko took a deep breath and drew a stroke on the mirror with his watery fingers. So the eyes were covered by water marks, but the remaining parts were combined, and there was still no sign of romance. The angular lines reminded people of the cruel and ruthless Spanish colonists in the history of the American pioneering.
Qingxiao touched her chin and murmured: Am I so sadistic? Am I really a sadistic at heart?
He looked at his lower body in confusion, took out the source of desire that troubled him. The thing softly attached it between his legs, looking extremely obedient and harmless, but this might be the only thing he could not control on his body, and might also control him in turn. He practiced ninjutsu for many years, and the muscles on his arms could be twisted and changed, but he couldn't do anything about these two taels of meat.
Perhaps there is still a way to remember that he could suppress some impulse through self-hypnosis. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing evenly, and gradually entered the meditation realm, silently chanting: That is a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake...
The hand slowly thrust down, and when it approached the crotch, it trembled violently, and it was raised involuntarily, as if it was really approaching a poisonous snake
In this moment, Qingxiao opened her eyes wide. When she looked at her again, the organ was still hanging there innocently, wondering what the owner was experiencing. I wondered if it was a psychological effect. Qingxiao always felt that the size seemed a little smaller.
Forget it, even if it is a sadist, it is better than impotence. Qingxiao made a face in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom
********************
I sat back in the study. The bright sunlight shone through the window. The wide oak desk reflected the light of the light Qingxiao took out the notepad with her. The thick leather cover felt very textured and Qingxiao gently stroked the cover. She began to read it and recorded A Ling's daily progress according to the date:
On the 21st, I practice standing for the first time...
On the 22nd, I slept in bed for the first time, but my posture did not change...
On the 23rd, I started practicing eating with knives and forks, and beat ketchup...
Qingxiao smiled while watching, but she still had achievements, right? No matter how difficult the matter is, as long as you persist, there will always be a little effect. He looked at the pages of records. His Xiaoyu was slowly walking towards him along these ink-written words. They would meet one day and never separate again.
You have to remember that no matter how desperate you are, you cannot give up
Because I will come back... we will have a future, and we will definitely!
In that dark training center full of monitors, he told Yu this way. On this bright morning, he told himself that some of the sour memories slowly climbed up to his heart, and some emotions swayed in the wind like autumn vines.
He can do it because he has to do it
Qingxiao pondered for a moment and wrote in the blank space where the note book looked up: Will what you did help Xiaoyu come back?
He thought about it, and then decorated the lines with a bright watercolor pen to make them more eye-catching, then turned to the page of physical punishment, and drew a fork on that date.
He checked each day one by one and what made him feel relieved was that there were not many crosses, which showed that his self-control was quite good
He breathed a long sigh and lay on the backrest. His fingers flexibly tapped a note on the armrest. At this time, the phone rang. He pressed the call button: Hello, who?
The other party did not reply immediately for a moment, and he heard a chuckle: Kiyoko? It sounds like you are in a good mood and have you forgotten your wish after finding Asami Yu?
Qingxiao's heart suddenly sank and said tentatively: Uncle?
The other party responded with a more generous laugh, which made him no longer doubt it. Yes, that person was his uncle. Now, the actual helmsman of Sanada Masahiko Sanada two years ago, in order to allow his son to take charge of the Sanada team, he tried to kill him, but in the end he finally let his blood and close relatives go
Masahiro: It's so comforting to hear you call me that
Qingxiao said calmly: You were my uncle, this is an unchangeable fact
You are so mature that you feel a little emotional in Masahiko's words. I thought you would blame me for that matter.
There is nothing to blame, let me ambush the police undercover. Although it was your arrangement, it was my decision to let him go. It was also my fault that the Sanada team suffered heavy losses. The fact proves that I am not suitable to be in the underworld. Let Infuka take charge of the Sanada team is the most appropriate decision. It is public or private. You have done nothing wrong.
Looking back on the past, I was able to accept it calmly, and I had no desire to fight, so I naturally would not be resentful of Qingxiao and said: However, now I am nominally a dead man in Sanada Group, and I have not intervened in all matters of all major and small, nor have I contacted all the veterans in private. I have no threat to Infuka. What else did my uncle ask me for?
Masahiko coughed and said: So, the deputy director of the police station mentioned last time used up his DOOM, so...
Qingxiao was silent for a moment and said lightly: Uncle, we have agreed that the transaction three months ago was the last one.
Masahiko said awkwardly: But we can't find a better agent within the police for a while, and that person is not a gentleman at all. If we don't continue to give him DOOM, he will cause trouble.
Kiyoshita: I believe my uncle can handle this kind of thing well. The people in the Sanada group are always the same, so of course my uncle won't break his promise.
Masahiko was a little angry and said: But you are still from the Sanada group, aren’t you? You have a tattoo from the Sanada family on your body and you have a ring from the Sanada group on your hands, so how can you stay out of it?
Qingxiao laughed and said: You forgot, uncle, you don’t want me to go back and take care of things, why do you say this now?
Masahiko was speechless and said for a while: I am reminding you that you need to have a beginning and an end in your work over the past two years. I have fulfilled all your requests and given money and information so that you can get the money and information back as you wish...
Qingxiao said softly: And I gave you DOOM The things you gave me are all exchanged for by me with my own labor.
He smiled coldly and said: "I also have my own conscience."
Masahiko was silent for a moment and said: So, are you unwilling to give it to me?
Qing Xiaodao: We agreed that uncle DOOM is not a good thing, and I will not touch it anymore in the future. You should stop.
He paused and said: Also, since our transaction has ended, I will no longer use it to you, so I will officially break away from Sanada group. Uncle, Ino has just taken charge of Sanada group. There are many things big and small, so you should focus more on him.
Masahiko didn't say anything for a long time, and suddenly laughed: OK, I understand what you mean! In your eyes, Sanada Group has always been a rag. When it is useful, it will be used to wipe it. When it is useless, it will be thrown into the garbage dump, right? You must keep yourself clean, and think that this thing is dirty and smelly to damage your decentness. That's how you view the country you have built!
Qingxiao said calmly: You are right, I am such a selfish bastard. I scolded me like this ten years ago. What instructions do you have, uncle?
Masahiko said coldly: I just want to remind you that since you want to be a civilized person, we will also do our business according to the rules of civilized people. The funds are provided by me and the materials are provided by me. That is to say, you are just my employee, so should your research results belong to me?
Qingxiao let out a sigh and said with a smile: I forgot about this. Yes, over the past few years, I used your information and money to use your money. I should give you an explanation and say a number. I will give it to you.
He added lightly: But DOOM must be destroyed, this matter is not negotiated
Masahiko is still talking about it, and Qingxiao has already said: Uncle, this is my bottom line. You should know, let alone, this is something we have already discussed
Masahiko was silent for a longer time this time and finally said: Well, after all, you are not a person on our path, and I don’t want to force you, your father is the only son, you, you can do it yourself.
Kiyoko finally felt relieved and said with a smile: Thank you, uncle, for owing you money, I will pay it back to you as soon as possible. Although I left Sanada Group, I will always remember that you are my uncle.
********************
Living expenses, private detective expenses, air tickets, rents, various miscellaneous expenses... I waved the bill in my hand angrily and said loudly, "You have a good idea, why do you have to bear your expenses for the past three years? You are not my son!"
And these! Basement modification fee, video surveillance equipment, a wheelchair, a refrigerator... He became more and more angry as he looked at it, and shouted, "You locked me up and even asked me to pay for these things!"
Qingxiao said coldly: I think this is reasonable. You shouldn’t pay for food and board when you live here?
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