Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Ci calmly analyzed the status quo, very clearly aware of how dangerous her and Song Fei's current situation is.

Song Ci couldn't help but laugh at herself.

How stupid she was in the last life!

In the previous life, Song Ci stayed in the ward like now to listen to Mu Mian comforting Mu Qiu. After hearing Mu Mian’s words, she even stupidly followed to comfort Mu Qiu, relieved her, and told her father that she would do her best. Save her by all means.

She was right, Mu Mian would indeed do everything possible to save Mu Qiu, but the price was her sister's life.

In order to save Mu Qiu's life, the hospital is paying close attention to news from the organ donation bank. While Mu Mian was working and worrying about her daughter's condition, the smile on her face became less and less, and the person became more and more gloomy.

Song Ci knew that with Mu Qiu's health deteriorating, sooner or later Mu Mian would lose his breath. At that time, Mu Mian's magic hand will reach Song Fei, and she must get Song Fei out of the nursing home as soon as possible.

But how to remove Song Feishen from the nursing home without knowing it without being suspected by Mu Mian is also a difficult problem.

Song Ci pondered for midnight, and finally made a bold and rash decision!

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One o'clock late at night.

Yan Jiang sat in the playroom playing games with a mask on his face. Like Song Ci, Yan Jiang is also a stay-up party, staying up late with good looks and unscrupulous.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Yan Jiang was a little wary.

Isn't it an illegitimate meal again?

He took out his phone, opened the surveillance app, and saw a woman in a black hooded sweater standing at his door.

This looks like an illegitimate meal. Yan Jiang is planning to call the police.

Song Ci knew that Yan Jiang was not asleep, and that he might be watching outside the house through surveillance. Song Ci put down the hat on her head, raised her head, and stared at the monitor quietly, so that Yan Jiang could see her face clearly.

"Song Song?"

Yan Jiang looked at the girl in the surveillance, frowned and gave up calling the police.

He pulled off the mask, lost the game remote, got up to open the door.

Opening the door, Yan Jiang leaned against the door frame, staring at Song Ci with his arms around his chest in doubt. Song Ci raised his head and stared at Yan Jiang, not talking nonsense, and bluntly stated his intentions: "I need you, do me a favor."

Yan Jiang lightly opened his lips and said gently, "Don't do killing and arson, not burning, killing and robbery."

Song Ci: "Do you want to save someone's life?"

Yan Jiang's lips pressed.

He glanced at Song Ci deeply before taking a step back, "Come in."

Song Ci followed Yan Jiang into the house.

Yan Jiang poured a glass of warm water for Song Ci.

Song Ci curled up on Yan Jiang’s sofa, she took the water and took a sip.

Yan Jiang sat on the carpet, with nowhere to put his long legs, so he had to cross it. Yan Jiang didn't ask Song Ci what he wanted him to do, and waited patiently for her to speak.

After a long while, Song Ci's sitting posture changed. She slid off the sofa, without slippers, sitting cross-legged on the carpet with bare feet. Song Ci leaned over and stared at Yan Jiang's eyes at close range, and asked him, "Can I trust you?"

Yan Jiang squinted and stared at her.

"Tsk." Yan Jiang leaned back and leaned lazily on the single sofa behind him. Under the bathrobe, his strong chest was exposed, and his beauty was sultry and uncontrollable.

But Song Ci and Yan Jiang are too familiar, no matter how beautiful Yan Jiang is, Song Ci can handle it indifferently.

Yan Jiang slowly said: "You can give your life to me."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

She covered her face with her hands and rubbed it twice before saying: "A week ago, I had an incredible dream."

The opening remarks are a bit special. Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows to look at her, without asking what she had dreamed of, but showing a patiently listening expression.

Song Ci whispered: "I dreamt that Mu Qiu fainted due to a heart attack at a classmate's birthday party. After being admitted to the hospital, because he couldn't wait for a suitable heart transplant, he cut his wrist and killed himself in despair, and was rescued by the doctor."

Yan Jiang's expression became strange.

So Song Song had a dream of predicting the future?

Song Ci continued: "I also dreamed that on the 12th of next month, the small building of the nursing home where my sister lived was on fire. She was burned alive. On the same day, Mu Qiu had a heart transplant."

I don't know which word in this sentence touched Yan Jiang's heart, his lips moved, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Song Ci: "I still dreamed that two years later, I followed Mu Mian's arrangement and married Cheng Ziang, the second young man of the Chuandong Group. One month after marriage, he committed domestic violence to me. Our marriage was maintained. Six years, finally ended with me stabbing his small intestine."

"I dreamed that when I was 20 years old, Mu Mian tempted me to sign a post-mortem organ donation letter. At the age of 32, Mu Qiu's heart deteriorated again, and rejection occurred. He must be transplanted again. In order to save Mu Qiu , Mu Mian stunned me, put me in the car and let me crash into the Yulongyuan River with the car. Although I was found in time and sent to the hospital, I still couldn't make it through."

"After I die, my heart becomes Mu Qiu's."

Before she knew it, Song Ci's eyes turned red.

Yan Jiang's brows were twisted into a Sichuan shape, his eyes darkened as he watched Song Ci.

Song Ci took a deep breath and swallowed all grievances and fears into his belly. Only then did he trembled, "I thought it was really just a nightmare for me, until Mu Qiu suffered a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital the night before. Qiu must change his heart as soon as possible before I can be sure that it is not a dream."

Song Ci couldn't help her tears fall, and she suddenly held Yan Jiang's hand. Just like the victims drifting in the flooded river finally hugging a towering tree, Song Ci grabbed Yan Jiang's arm with all his strength.

Yan Jiang was in pain, but did not push her away.

"Ajiang, Mu Qiu is panda blood. The doctor judged that she only has three or four months to live. My sister and I are both panda blood. Now Mu Mian is looking for a suitable heart for her all over the world. If he can't find it, he will Take away Song Fei's heart!"

"In order to conceal the fact that Song Fei's heart was dug out, Mu Mian would set a fire and burn the sanatorium house!"

"I can't just watch my only sister being killed! I don't know who to call for help, A Jiang..." Song Ci cried desperately, biting her lip, with a bloodless face, "The one I can find, Only you."

Yan Jiang was still wondering if Song Ci was mentally disturbed because of stress, so he had nightmares and thoughts. But being watched by Song Ci with those scorching eyes, hearing her desperately said that the only person she could find was herself, Yan Jiang still moved her compassionate heart.

Yan Jiang grabbed the glass of water that Song Ci had not finished drinking, and drank it clean. "It's ridiculous..."

Seeing Yan Jiang's unbelief, Song Ci showed a sad smile on his teary face. "You don't believe it, do you?"

"This is really incredible." Yan Jiang said, "You have to convince me."

He can go crazy with her, but she must give him a reason to go crazy with her.

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Yan Jiang has a CP, not the second bitter man.