Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

"Husband."

Mu Mian: "Huh?" His anger was still alive, and there was a natural anger in his voice.

Du Tingting suddenly said, "Song Fei is awake."

Mu Mian's words sounded a little inexplicable. Mu Mian said, "I know she is awake." Song Fei has visited his house before. Does he know that Song Fei is awake?

Du Tingting squeezed a corner of the desk tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "If you really gave Qiu'er Song Fei's heart at that time, then you were killing someone, husband!"

Mu Mian looked startled.

He was a little guilty, and he stammered: "At that time, Song Fei slept for eight years without waking up. Even the doctor said that the probability of her waking up was almost zero. How did I know that she would really wake up!

"When you see Song Fei's child today, don't you feel guilty?" Du Tingting's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. She said: "I dare not look into the child's eyes. When I saw her, I Just thinking of the sin you almost committed against her..."

Inside the house, the couple was arguing in a low voice. Outside the house, Mu Qiu overheard the conversation between her parents, the expression on her face was uncertain, and she was shocked. In order to save her, father almost killed Song Fei!

So, Sister Song Fei’s heart really fits her?

"Tingting, let me be quiet for a while, okay?" Mu Mian didn't want to continue discussing this matter with Du Tingting, his brain hurt. Seeing Mu Mian rubbing his temples again, Du Tingting's eyes softened.

She warmly urged Mu Mian: "Then you have a good rest, I also want to go to sleep."

Du Tingting opened the study door and went out, turned around to go back to the room, and saw the skirt corner flashing by the corner of the stairs.

Du Tingting asked: "Autumn?"

Mu Qiu stepped back and stood on the platform, staring at Du Tingting. "Mom, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Mu Qiu's expression was not abnormal, Du Tingting was only relieved that she might have not heard her conversation with her husband. "Don't play with your mobile phone at noon. Sleep for a while."

"Okay. Then I'm going to my room."

The mother and daughter outside the house both returned to their respective rooms. In the study, Mu Mian was really bored. He pressed his headache head, then turned on the computer, logged in to a website, and checked the conversation center.

1: [Hello, RH negative blood is scarce. I have not found a heart that suits your requirements. I have to wait. 】

Seeing this reply, Mu Mian's head hurt even more.

Is it really that rare?

Holding a faint hope, Mu Mian replied: [I have money, I can add more money, but my daughter is running out of time and really can't continue to consume it. Can you think of a way? 】

The other party is always typing.

A few minutes later, the message came.

1: [I can't kill people for you. 】

1: [Wait a second, we are trying our best to find. 】

Mu Mian seemed to see hope.

After the Song Ci sisters left Mu's house, they walked to the gate of Amethyst Capital and waited for a while before they came to Long Yu. After getting in the car, Song Ci was a little sleepy, so she dozed against the window with her pillow.

Song Fei held Song Ci's shoulder and pressed her head on his thigh. "It's easier to sleep like this."

Song Ci rubbed his head on Song Fei's leg and fell asleep. Song Fei was also sleepy. She raised her head and closed her eyes during her lunch break. When she was about to fall asleep, the trouser pockets close to her thighs vibrated.

Song Fei took out his mobile phone and received a text message.

1: [S, has responded to the other party as you ordered. 】

Song Fei moved his finger and replied to the other party's message: [We must kill all hope of Mu Mian. 】

1: [Received. 】

Long Yu first sent Song Fei to Yan Jiang's house, and then sent Song Ci back. Song Fei got out of the car and went into the house to confirm that Yan Jiang was not at home. Then she went to Yan Jiang's study and turned on Yan Jiang's computer.

Song Fei logged into his WeChat and entered a memorable phone number in the add friend box. Through that number, Song Fei really searched Fu Hanshen's WeChat.

Fu Hanshen’s WeChat name is very simple, called ‘F’. Song Fei clicked to add a friend, wrote two words in the application for adding a friend, and posted it.

When Fu Han returned home late at night, turned on the computer, and habitually logged in to WeChat to check messages, he saw a new friend request. He didn't think much, just opened it to add details.

The person who added him is a stranger, the WeChat name is S, and there are only two words in the friend request information——

teacher.

Fu Hanshen was startled slightly, his heart beating much faster.

teacher...

Although he had lectured at school, the students respectfully called him Professor Fu. His students are all over the world, but there is only one person who is truly qualified to call him a teacher.

Song Fei, his only lover.

But that child became a vegetable as early as eight years ago.

Is it her?

Fu Han hesitated deeply and clicked through.

Yan Jiang was busy at work this day, and it took very late to go home. When it was time for dinner, he ordered a dinner for Song Fei at the Meituan takeaway. Song Fei ate the lean meat porridge that Yan Jiang ordered for her, and drank a can of seaweed and spare rib soup before returning to the study.

Seeing that Fu Hanshen had passed her WeChat friend request, Song Ci hurriedly sat down in a chair.

She sent a message to Fu Hanshen.

Song Fei: [Teacher. 】

The other side sent a reply quickly, Fu Hanshen: [Are you? 】

Song Fei directly sent a video request to Fu Hanshen.

Fu Hanshen did not pick up the video for a long time, and Song Fei was not anxious and let the video continue to ring. Just when the video was about to hang up automatically, Fu Hanshen rushed for the last few seconds to switch on the video.

A white and beautiful cold face jumped into Fu Hanshen's sight. Seeing that face, Fu Hanshen knew it was his lover Song Fei. That disgusting and arrogant look is something that no one else can learn.

Fu Han couldn't believe that Song Fei really woke up. He was a little excited and his lips quivered. "Little Fei..." Xiao Fei said, and Fu Hanshen was a little speechless.

Song Fei looked at Fu Hanshen silently. After a while, she curled her lips and said a little disgustingly: "Teacher, you have gray hair." Song Fei was still a girl eight years ago. Suddenly hearing Song Fei's cold and unfamiliar voice, Fu Han shook his hand deeply and suddenly hung up the video.

He got up, stepped on the messy copies of the floor, and hurried to the window.

Fu Hanshen leaned on the window sill, held his forehead with his hand, and closed his eyes to sort his mind. A quarter of an hour later, Fu Hanshen walked to the desk again and sat down, and took the initiative to send a video to Song Fei.

Song Fei has been sitting quietly in front of the computer waiting for a reply. When the video rang, Song Fei clicked to answer. Seeing that Fu Hanshen's mood had calmed down, Song Fei slightly twitched the corners of his lips at Fu Han, and smiled rarely.

She said, "Teacher, I'm back."

Frowning at his beloved apprentice, Fu Han said with deep emotion: "I have been waiting for you for eight years."