Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Song Fei shrank on the sofa like boneless, she was playing Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen. With a good outfit, Song Fei clicked to submit, and used a picky immunity skill during the PK process.

PK result-

failure!

Staring at the word failure, Song Fei curled his lips straight. "Trash game!" Krypton gold takes time!

The doorknob of the main door suddenly turned, Song Fei heard the slight movement, she quickly put away the phone, and when she looked up, she saw Yan Jiang pushing the door and walking in.

Yan Jiang is carrying a bag in his hand, his clothes are crumpled, and his tired look makes him look depressed.

During this time, Yan Jiang was very busy. He did not expect that the case he was in charge of would cause such a sensation. He worked overtime for two consecutive days, and finally got a half-day vacation today, and returned from get off work at noon.

When he walked into the room and saw Song Fei in the living room, Yan Jiang subconsciously touched his hair. I haven't washed his hair for several days, and his short hair is standing up, a bit greasy, which damages his handsome image in Song Fei's heart.

"Are you back?" Yan Jiang grinned at Song Fei. Without the blessing of the stars, the former top beauty in the entertainment industry looked silly and innocent.

Smelling the smell of sweat on Yan Jiang's body, Song Fei squeezed his nose in disgust. "Smelly."

"I'm going to take a bath now." Yan Jiang hurriedly got into the toilet, took a quick shower, and rubbed his hair twice.

He walked out of the toilet wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and saw Song Fei standing leaning against the wall, standing still there for a moment.

Song Fei snorted, picked up the trousers on the bed and threw them to Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang put on his pants in twos, but he was embarrassed. He coughed, pretending to be calm, walked to Song Fei's side and stood next to her.

"What are you playing?" Yan Jiang glanced at Song Fei's phone and saw that she was playing Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen. Yan Jiang felt helpless. "Are you still playing this? You have recharged 20,000 yuan, and I haven't seen you achieve any results."

Song Fei has a lot of dissatisfaction with this game, and she can't help but complain: "This game designer has a problem with his mind and doesn't understand aesthetics!" Each of her collocations is clearly beautiful, but she fails again and again, which is unfair!

"I'll help you." Yan Jiang took Song Fei's mobile phone, he looked at the PK theme, and ordered a few sets of equipment for Nuan Nuan to change, then clicked submit.

Soon, PK got the result and Yan Jiang won.

"Look, it's perfect." Yan Jiang returned the phone to Song Fei.

Song Fei looked down at the perfect score on the screen, her eyes instantly cold. "My aesthetics is fine." She refused to admit that she did not understand aesthetics.

Yan Jiang: "No, you have an aesthetic problem."

"Say it again." Song Fei raised her eyebrows, staring at Yan Jiang with extremely dangerous beautiful eyes, full of threats.

Yan Jiang looked at death and said, "If you have no problem with your aesthetics, you would have promised my girlfriend a long time ago. You don't look down on such a good-looking person like me, and you said that you have no problem with aesthetics..."

Faced with Yan Jiang, whose face was getting thicker, Song Fei chose to ignore him.

She withdrew from Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen, hesitated and deleted the garbage game.

Song Fei was refreshed by deleting the game.

Seeing that Song Fei finally deleted the krypton gold game, Yan Jiang was secretly relieved. People like Song Fei are not suitable for playing Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen, she is suitable for playing Dead Space.

Bloody violence can be said to be very consistent with Song Fei's character.

There was no game to play, Song Fei picked up his hat and put it on, planning to go out. Yan Jiang asked her hurriedly, "Are you going out? Where are you going?"

"Wander around."

"I'll be with you." In this city, no one knew Yan Jiang. He completely lost his idol baggage. He didn't even bother to wear a sun hat, so he followed Song Fei out of the house.

The people here are very dark in color, and Song Fei, who is slender and white in color, is very eye-catching in the crowd. Yan Jiang stared at the men around him, and when he saw that they were all looking at Song Fei secretly, he felt unhappy.

He walked forward quickly and grasped Song Fei's hand. "Hand in hand with brother, okay?"

Song Fei glanced at him, did not agree, but did not pull out his hand either.

I am accustomed to the days when I am intoxicated by looking at Dongcheng. Life in Kinshasa is really boring to Yan Jiang, and I can't find an interesting entertainment project when I go out. Yan Jiang thought about taking Song Fei to take a boat ride on the river, but someone died in the river some time ago, so he didn't want to take Song Fei to that place.

"Where shall we go to play?" Yan Jiang asked Song Fei for advice.

It's really boring to go around. After thinking about it, Song Fei said, "Go to the zoo. The zoo is also interesting here." The animals in the zoo here are all wild animals transported from the African savannah. Song Fei grew up so old that he had never seen native African wild animals.

"Then we will go by bike."

Yan Jiang went to find a bicycle and took Song Fei to the city zoo.

When he arrived at the entrance of the zoo, Yan Jiang was already sweating. He pulled open his neckline and fanned, revealing the **** clavicle fossa.

Song Fei suddenly leaned over, tidyed his neckline, and taught him: "A beautiful boy should pay more attention to his image and protect himself so that he can wear it unsightly."

Yan Jiang suspected that Song Fei was afraid of others coveting his beauty. He was enraged and deliberately irritated Song Fei: "There are too many people who have seen my body."

Song Fei frowned and said nothing.

She turned around and walked towards the gate of the zoo alone, as if a little annoyed. Yan Jiang chased over, leaning against Song Fei's ear and said, "But you alone can touch it."

Song Fei snorted coldly, but the coldness in his eyes faded a lot.

The two entered the zoo, and Song Fei went straight to the African Elephant Park. She stood outside the garden, stared at the huge African elephants for a while, then took out a few pictures with her mobile phone.

"A Jiang, stand there." Song Fei motioned to Yan Jiang to stand by the fence and take a photo with the elephant.

Yan Jiang obediently walked over to take pictures. When Song Fei was about to press the camera button, this man who had appeared in VOGUE magazine several times and was known as the male goddess, but raised his scissors hands, grinned and smiled like It's a little fool.

After taking the photo, Song Fei looked down at the photo for a while, and silently uploaded the photo to the private cloud album.

Yan Jiang suddenly waved to her, "You too, let's take a photo."

Song Fei hesitated, and walked over. She was half a head shorter than Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang had to bend over to be even with her. Song Fei held the phone and counted down: "Three, two, one!"

Just after counting, I was suddenly kissed on the cheek. Song Fei shook his hand and pressed the camera button.

She slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Jiang with those eyes that could freeze people. "Want to die?" Song Fei's tone was cold enough to shake off the ice scum.

Yan Jiang: "I like you. I just can't help stealing relatives. If you can't help but be guilty, then you can kill me." Yan Jiang put on a look like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Song Fei said nothing, but patted Yan Jiang on the neck and left.

Yan Jiang felt incredible, she just let him go?

Song Fei really loved him!

Yan Jiang hurriedly followed Song Fei. When he caught up with Song Fei, Yan Jiang saw Song Fei putting on lipstick. He stared at Song Fei's pink lips, heartily.

At this time, Yan Jiang suddenly felt a little itchy on his body, he scratched it, and couldn't help scratching it a second time. "Song Fei, don't you feel itchy?"

Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei's fair skin. While scratching his neck and collarbone, he said, "My neck is itchy. There are no fleas here, right?"

Song Fei bent her lips, ignored Yan Jiang, and continued to look at her giraffe.

Yan Jiang scratched hard, and his skin was about to break. He inadvertently saw Song Fei's smiling face, and realized that something was wrong.

"Song Fei, did you get something on your finger when you touched my neck?" Song Fei has been indulging Yan Jiang during this period of time. Yan Jiang almost forgot, what a ferocious woman Song Fei is. .

She was the witch who dared to shoot through the tires of suitors' cars since she was a child!

Song Fei sneered and said leisurely: "You are the first mouse to be experimented with a newly developed thing. I call it cute tickle."

Cute ghost!

Yan Jiang scratched his neck and collarbone vigorously, begging her as he scratched, "Song Fei, give me an antidote, my neck is so uncomfortable."

Song Feimu shook his head, "No."

Yan Jiang: "Not really?"

Song Fei nodded solemnly, "I just developed a poison, but there is no time to develop an antidote."

Yan Jiang whispered and forced: "Song Fei, you are cruel enough, as for, if I steal a bite of you, you just retaliate against me like that, you! Me! I..."

"How are you?" Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang for a while, and didn't believe that Yan Jiang dared to beat her.

Yan Jiang was a little coward, so he didn't have the guts to do something with her.

Yan Jiang stepped forward suddenly, lowered his head to hold Song Fei's cheek, and kissed her directly without paying attention. The kiss continued until the skin on the clavicle became itchy again, and Yan Jiang let go of Song Fei.

While tickling, he provoked Song Fei, "Nothing, just kiss me!" The little counselor had already become a big bad wolf. Not only was he not afraid of her, but he wanted to eat her all the time.

Song Fei was rarely sluggish and motionless.

After winning a round, Yan Jiang was finally comfortable. He touched his lips, and the touch of kissing Song Fei just now was really soft and addictive.

Yan Jiang wanted to kiss again.

But Yan Jiang did not dare to offend again with Song Fei's cold eyes. Song Fei had only just been able to kiss Song Fei. Song Fei was unprepared. Now that Song Fei has become vigilant, Yan Jiang won't want to succeed anymore.

As if looking at Yan Jiang more, he would feel his eyes dirty, Song Fei turned around and walked quickly.

Yan Jiang strode to catch up, and he walked side by side with her, stubbornly implementing it to the end. "Kissing you without your permission, I admit it was my fault. I am willing to be beaten and scolded, but I will do it next time."

Song Fei snorted coldly, "I've become more capable."

Yan Jiang: "You said that boys have to be brave, crying and crying annoying. I'm brave now, you can't despise me."

"Ah..."

Song Fei's pace was getting faster and faster.

Yan Jiang followed her for a few steps, and when he noticed something, he stopped suddenly. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at his neck and collarbone, and muttered, "Why doesn't it itch anymore?"

Thinking of what, Yan Jiang's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Song Fei heard the sound of da da footsteps behind her, and she kept her pace. Suddenly, her arm was pinched by the chaser. Song Fei stopped helplessly, raised his head, and looked at Yan Jiang's smiling eyes.

The man turned black, but his appearance was still handsome. Sure enough, good-looking people do not distinguish skin color.

"I know where the antidote is." Yan Jiang's eyes were bright, his tone of excitement couldn't be concealed.

Song Fei: "There is really no cure."

Yan Jiang leaned forward suddenly and kissed Song Fei again. This time, he kissed very tenderly, as if kissing the wind and the rain, cautiously.

After letting go of Song Fei, Yan Jiang's forehead touched her forehead, and said dumbly: "You put the antidote on your lips, right?" She didn't apply lipstick at all, but itchy powder. The antidote.

Within two seconds, Song Fei's cheek was completely red.

Song Fei was still struggling, "Really nothing. The effect of that itching powder can only last for a few minutes. There is no such thing as an antidote." She was beaten to death and refused to admit that there was an antidote.

Yan Jiang had already experienced Song Fei's right and wrong, and he didn't believe Song Fei's explanation at all.

Looking at Song Fei's red cheeks, Yan Jiang's heart seemed to be soaked in a honey jar, sweet. "Song Fei, you are too cute." Song Fei was cruel, and cute.

Song Fei looked cold, "Shut up!"

Because of that kiss, Yan Jiang was in a state of excitement all afternoon.

When I returned home in the evening, seeing that Fu Hanshen and the others had not yet come back, Yan Jiang called Song Fei into the room and told her mysteriously, "I have a good thing."

Yan Jiang took out a packet of hot pot bottoms from under the bed, and he said thiefly, "I took a few packets and kept them for you. I was willing to take them out when they were away today."

Song Fei stared at the hot pot bottom material bag in his hand, the glacier in his eyes gradually melted, and a tree of early spring peach blossoms bloomed.

There is no food at home, only some meat. Song Fei missed the domestic hot pot. She said, "I really want to eat fish **** and spinach."

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow." I just don't know if there are any spinach and fish **** for sale here.

The next morning, the two went out together. Yan Jiang sent Song Fei to the door of the hospital and watched her go in before returning to work in the bureau.

At noon, Yan Jiang sorted out the analytical data into a report, and then pushed an autopsied body into the refrigerator, ready to eat.

At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, desperately, one after another.

Yan Jiang took off his gloves and washed his hands before he took out his phone. Seeing that the caller was Song Fei's teacher, Fu Hanshen, he felt a little uneasy.

Teacher Fu rarely contacted him. What happened?

Pressing the answer button, as soon as Yan Jiang put the phone close to his ear, he heard Fu Hanshen say in an extremely heavy tone: "Yan Jiang, something happened to Song Fei."

Yan Jiang's pupils trembled slightly.

"What's the matter?" His voice seemed calm. Listen carefully, you can recognize a trace of tremor.

"Yesterday, a group of infected people were found in Limed District. Their response after infection is somewhat different from that of other patients. I ordered Song Fei to go there to collect the blood of the infected person and come back for research. Unexpectedly, over there. Suddenly there was an explosion, and several buildings were directly destroyed. The clinic Song Fei went to has been blown to ruins..."

What else Fu Hanshen said, Yan Jiang couldn't hear it anymore.

There was a constant buzzing in his head.

He has only one thought in his mind--

How could Song Fei die!

How dare she die!

How could she die?

"Hey, Yan Jiang, are you still listening?" On the other end, Fu Hanshen's voice began to choke.

Yan Jiang suddenly laughed, "Hehe, Teacher Fu, I am here."

That smile made Fu Han's hair deeply horrified. "Yan Jiang..." How could he laugh?

Yan Jiangwu said to himself: "Teacher Fu, stop joking. I'll buy some fish **** and spinach later. Song Fei promised to have hot pot with me tonight. If you have time tonight, come with me and come back secretly. , Don’t let other colleagues know."

Jinsasha, near the equator, has high temperatures all year round, but when Fu Hanshen heard Yan Jiang’s transformation, he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar and was cold all over.

It's over, Yan Jiang is crazy!

"Yan Jiang." Fu Hanshen tried to stay calm and told him: "You are waiting in the bureau. I will drive to pick you up. Let's take a look at the explosion site."

Yan Jiang hung up directly.

Fu Hanshen quickly rushed to the gate of the police station. Yan Jiang, dressed in a white suit, stood at the gate of the police station with a long body of jade and carved ice sculptures. It was the most beautiful scenery in Kinshasa.

Fu Hanshen sat in the car and looked at Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang was speaking with a colleague. When he was speaking, he had a faint smile on his cheek, evil and scornful. Staring at Yan Jiang's smiling appearance, Fu Han felt a ball in his heart.

Fu Han pressed the horn deeply.

Yan Jiang tilted his head and saw Fu Hanshen, the brilliance in his eyes was slightly frozen. "Master Fu." He smiled and greeted him, and got in the car.

Fu Han endured the heartache deeply and reminded him in a deep voice: "Fasten your seat belts and we will go to Limeide District."

Yan Jiang fastened his seat belt obediently.

Along the way, Yan Jiang was very quiet, even playing on his mobile phone. Fu Hanshen squeezed the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and wanted to stop the car several times, and wanted to shake Yan Jiang by the shoulders to wake him up.

The person who pretends to sleep is the saddest person.

Finally, they arrived in Limeide District. A long way away, Fu Hanshen saw the people on the street with gray-headed faces covered in blood and crying.

In the distance, the building destroyed by the bomb was in ruins.

Fu Hanshen didn't have the courage to go further.

He stopped the car, raised his hand tremblingly to cover his face, and choked, "It's just ahead."

Staring at the ruins ahead, Yan Jiang's calm expression on his face gradually became serious. His chest rises and falls sharply, and his breathing feels rapid.

"She will be fine." Yan Jiang comforted himself: "The whole city of Bijiang City collapsed, and I dug her out. This time, she will not die!"

Yan Jiang opened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Everyone else was on the scene of the fleeing battle zone, only he was alone, walking against the current.

The ruins in front of them are still blowing dust. As soon as Yan Jiang approached the ruins, he coughed. He coughed so that his eyes were sore and red, but he straightened his waist and went deep into the center of the ruins.

In the ruins, there were stumps and arms everywhere, and he also saw some corpses. Someone was not dead yet, grabbed Yan Jiang by the calf, and spoke the local language: "Help me!"

Yan Jiang bent down and gently removed his hand, "I can't save you."

He stood up and walked forward, the wounded and struggling all over the floor, he walked towards the clinic without squinting his eyes.

The clinic had been bombed to ruins, and the corpses on the ground could not be identified. Yan Jiang searched there and shouted. "Song Fei!"

"A Fei!"

"where are you?"

No one responded to him.

Yan Jiang's legs began to tremble, he staggered to find the corpses, this is not, this is not...

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

He saw a thin body, she was lonely and crushed under the rubble, and the little black backpack was next to her.

Yan Jiang recognized that when he went out this morning, Song Fei was wearing this T-shirt.

Song Fei was dead, and his body was incomplete.

Yan Jiang's world collapsed instantly. With a cry of sorrow, he tore through Yan Jiang's throat: "Song Fei!"

Fu Hanshen ran over through the dust, and when he heard the heart-piercing cry, he was shocked and his scalp was numb. Fu Hanshen just stood there, staring at the scene before him in shock and astonishment.

My heart is breaking.

-

Hua Guo.

International headline news: [An explosion occurred in the Limeide area of ​​the capital of State J, causing numerous casualties. Ms. Song Fei, an expert on my country’s aid to non-virus research in State J, unfortunately died...]

This news is just one of many news, it did not cause any splashes. But a hidden hand, controlling public opinion and traffic, quietly pushed this topic to the hot spot on Sina Weibo's homepage.

On this day, Zheng Suyue, the young lady of the scholarly family of the Zheng family, invited Song Ci to her birthday party. This woman named Zheng Suyue was the same lady who met Song Ci and Han Zhan at the birthday banquet of the old lady of the Cheng family.

Zheng Suyue is a close friend of Song Ci. Song Ci's wedding had also invited Zheng Suyue to her wedding. She also gave Song Ci a very expensive wedding gift.

After receiving Zheng Suyue's birthday invitation, Song Ci is going to go.

At the wedding of Song Ci and Han Zhan a few days ago, only the closest family and friends were invited. At the wedding banquet, Zheng Suyue and the others saw Mo Yao, Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong and the diplomat Jin Luolan, all sitting on the groom's family table, and they knew that Han Zhan was not as ordinary as he seemed.

Just kidding, can ordinary people be family members of the richest man in Asia, an international singer, and a well-known female diplomat?

Obviously, Han Zhan is the mysterious boss who has hidden his identity!

Everyone is a human being and knows what to say and what not to say. Therefore, a few days have passed since the wedding, and there was no news about what we saw and heard at the wedding scene.

Except for his closest friends, no one knew that Brother Han of Song Cijia was a big brother!

Since getting married, Song Ci has rarely appeared in public. It has been more than a month since she attended the birthday banquet of the old lady of the Cheng family.

Those who did not know thought that Song Ci married an ordinary man and lived the trivial life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Everyone is curious, what kind of posture the former first lady is now.

When Song Ci appeared on the stage, he was noticed. "Song Ci is here." With a soft cry, many people turned their heads and looked at the gate one after another.

Song Ci approached Zheng's living room. She wore a water pink tube top fishtail evening dress, with long hair in a bun, showing her forehead and beautiful cheeks.

Song Ci wears only a pair of diamond earrings all over his body. The slender neck is clean and clean, the prominent collarbone is sexy, and the swaying thin willow waist is enchanting.

She was radiant and beautiful, and she eclipsed all the beauties in the audience.

Upon seeing this, a charming and beautiful woman curled her lips and muttered sourly, "Why is she so good-looking? Don't you all say that married women will be turned into ugliness by the trivialities of life?" Why did this rule apply to Song Ci, Doesn't work?

After the woman muttered, she was shocked to hear Song Ci's voice sounded in front of her: "Wen Shu, what are you talking about me?"

Wen Shu was taken aback, raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Song Ci, whose beautiful eyes were close by, and his embarrassed cheeks were flushed.

Song Ci suddenly approached Wen Shu and put it next to her ear and said, "If it's wrong, marriage will not become ugly, and love will nourish people more beautiful and moving."

Song Ci specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word ‘nourishing’.

Wen Shu thought of the funny stories between adults, and his face became even more red, "You, why are you still so rude?"

Song Ci spread his hands and made a helpless expression, "No way, these years, serious women are not popular anymore."

"shameless!"

Song Ci knew that Wen Shu was not bad-hearted, so he stopped teasing her and turned to find Zheng Suyue.

She chose a pair of suet jade earrings for Zheng Suyue as a birthday gift.

Zheng Suyue is influenced by her family and does not like gold and diamonds but loves jade and jade. Zheng Suyue was very happy to receive Song Ci's gift, and immediately took off her pair of jasper earrings and put on Song Ci's gift.

"Song Song, have you read today's Weibo?"

"No, I have been busy all the time, I have no time." Liang Bo participated in a popular singing PK program and invited Song Ci to play for her live in the studio today.

Song Ci went, not wanting to expose the vest, and put on a mask.

It was the afternoon after the program was recorded. She had a meal with Liang Bo and went home to make up and change dresses. Until now, I haven't used Weibo.

After Zheng Suyue asked about this, Song Ci opened the dinner bag and asked while looking for her phone: "What happened on Weibo?"

Zheng Suyue watched her movements, hesitant to speak, but he didn't dare to speak.

Seeing her expression, Song Ci frowned, "Why, is it related to me?"

Zheng Suyue said, "Your sister Song Fei, did you go to aid Africa to study the virus?"

Song Ci never expected that Zheng Suyue would mention Song Fei.

She felt a little uneasy, and hurriedly said, "Yes, she went with Yan Jiang. What's wrong? Something happened over there?"

Zheng Suyue's expression also became serious, she couldn't bear to tell Song Ci the truth, and reminded her euphemistically: "Song Song, you should watch Weibo yourself."

Song Ci's eyelids jumped wildly.

When she opened Weibo, she saw a topic #J國大報爆# in the hot search on Weibo. After this topic, the word ‘boiling’ was marked.

She forced herself to calm down and open the topic, and saw the most popular report——

International headlines: [An explosion occurred in the Limeide District, the capital of State J, causing numerous casualties. Ms. Song Fei, an expert on my country’s aid to non-virus research in State J, unfortunately died. In view of the chaotic situation in country J, the embassy in J has issued an evacuation order, which will bring all the nationals back to China in three days...]

When he saw the line of "Virus Expert Ms. Song", Song Ci's heart shrank suddenly. "Why..." Song Ci's mobile phone was a little unstable.

Zheng Suyue hurriedly held her waist and whispered softly in her ear: "Song Song, there is a detailed message about this Ms. Song in the comment area. First, see if it's your sister, don't make a mistake. "

Song Ci nodded in a panic before opening the message area.

In the comment area, the comment that has been liked the most is written like this:

[It is reported that the virus expert named Song who passed away was named Song Fei. He was the only disciple of Mr. Fu Hanshen, the master of virology in my country, who was 22 years old.

At the age of 6, Song Fei, who was only ten years old, was tested to have an IQ of 182. She has a unique knack for memory, and she never forgets everything.

In addition, she has amazing talents in the fields of chemistry and viruses. When he was 10 years old, Song Fei was personally invited by the chairman of the high IQ club Mensa to join Mensa Club and become an elite member of the club...]

Under this popular science message, countless netizens knelt down and shouted the boss.

Song Ci stared at the long line of popular science information, completely blank in his mind.

How did that happen?

Song Ci suddenly said, "I'm leaving now, Su Yue, and I'll make an appointment another day."

"...it is good."

Song Ci staggered out of the living room of the Zheng family, losing his demeanor and demeanor, attracting many people's attention. After she got out of Zheng's house, she got into her car.

The driver, Asong, saw that she had come out so soon, and his face was still pale. He thought that Song Ci had been bullied at Zheng's house, and asked with a slightly fierce expression: "Madam, is someone bullying you?"

"No." Song Ci told Asong while calling, "Send me to Zeus!"

"it is good!"

During the call, Song Ci's hands were shaking. She swayed her fingers on the words Song Fei for a long time before closing her eyes and pressing down hard.

The phone could not be reached, and she reminded her that the other party's mobile phone could not be connected. Song Ci gradually fell into the abyss with his heart, his hands getting colder and colder, cold sweat on his back.

She called Yan Jiang again, but the other party's cell phone was turned off.

No, Song Ci had to call Fu Hanshen.

The first time, Fu Hanshen did not answer, the second time Fu Han finally answered the phone. "Song Ci." Fu Hanshen's tone looked sad and heavy, and Song Ci was frightened.

"Teacher Fu, where is my sister? Why can't her phone get through?" Song Ci asked roundly, but didn't dare to ask him: Is the dead person my sister?

Fu Hanshen rubbed his wet eyes. He seemed to sob, before saying: "Sorry Song Ci, I'm useless, I lost your sister, I can't take her home!" The phone cried.

Song Ci listened blankly, his heart numb with pain.

After a while, the phone fell from Song Ci's palm to the bottom of the car. She bit the back of her hand with her teeth and wept silently.

Asong saw Song Ci weeping, he was at a loss. Asong was stupid and didn't know how to comfort Song Ci. He stepped on the gas pedal, increased his speed, and ran towards Zeus.

The car stopped at the door of Zeus, and Song Ci got out of the car with red eyes. He looked up and saw the tall body standing in front of the Zeus building.

Song Ci rushed to Han Zhan's embrace.

"Han Zhan!" Song Ci slipped from his arms crying, "Han Zhan, my sister is dead, she is dead!"

Han Zhan held her arm, his calm and mellow voice finally lost his composure and became confused, "Porcelain treasure, get up."

"Song Fei is dead!"

"Song Fei doesn't want me anymore!"

"She's dead..."

Song Ci cried heartbroken and almost fainted in Han Zhan's arms.

Han Zhanqiang took her and hugged her in his arms, "Song Ci, calm down, you can't fall down!"

Song Ci cried with her nose and tears, she couldn't hear what Han Zhan was talking about. In the end, she fainted in his arms and lost consciousness.

Han Zhan hugged Song Ci back to the office and put her on the small bed.

Li Li heard the secretary say that Mrs. Han had fainted and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Li Li worried about Song Ci's body and hurriedly came to Han Zhan's office to greet him.

Li Li frowned when he looked at Song Ci, who was unconscious on the bed but still with tears on his face. "What's wrong with my wife?"

Han Zhan stood by the window with his hands on his hips and said, "Song Fei is dead."

Li Li was shocked. "how come..."

"It's true, died in an explosion accident."

Upon hearing this, Li Li was shocked.

Looking at Song Ci's tearful face, Li Li couldn't help worrying, "What should the wife do here? She finally waited for her sister to wake up. It was only a few months after reunion, Song Fei died..."

This is after bringing people to heaven, and kicking her back to hell!

Too cruel!

Han Zhan sat on the sofa irritably without saying a word.

Li Li was very worried about Song Ci. He suggested that Han Zhan not come to work tomorrow. "You should spend more time with your wife, don't let her be alone, for fear that she won't think about it."

"Naturally." Han Zhan's work can't all be left, he said to Li Li: "Long Zhize from the KT consortium will arrive at Wangdong tomorrow morning and will visit the Zeus spacecraft research and development center. Li Li will entertain him on my behalf. "

"it is good."

After Song Fei's death, Song Ci was confused for several days.

On this day, overcast clouds obscured the blue sky and white clouds, and the black sky seemed to fall from the sky at any time, making people breathless.

Song Ci sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked through the chat records between her and Song Fei. Although she did not cry any more, she looked haggard.

Han Zhan put a windbreaker on her body and turned off her mobile phone screen.

Song Ci did not move, like a wood carving.

"Porcelain treasure." Han Zhan held her cold fingers and told her: "Today is the day when the nationals of J country return to their homeland..." Han Zhan saw Song Ci's eyes move lightly a few times, and said, "Yes. When Song Fei returns, we have to pick her up."

Song Ci nodded gently.

"it is good."

Today, a group of reporters arrived at the airport, and their cameras aimed at the exit of the passage.

Ten minutes later, the nationals of J country will come out. I heard that the ashes of Ms. Song Fei, a virus expert who died in the explosion accident in J country, will also arrive today. The reporters all want to take pictures of this sad and painful scene.

Song Ci stood with all his family members, silently and silently looking at the exit. Some of the reporters recognized Song Ci and found it strange.

The sound of footsteps and speech suddenly came from the other side of the tunnel. When everyone looked up, they saw a group of people coming out. Among them, there are men and women, old and young.

After returning home, with both feet on the land of China, the faces of these expats who had just experienced the threat of life and death finally showed a relieved smile.

After laughing, I couldn't help but want to cry.

What is the country?

It is the old father of 1.4 billion Chinese people. When you encounter violent storms outside, he is your shelter from the wind. With a country in it, you will never drift away.

The family members found their relatives and ran up to hug them. Some were crying and some were cheering. The reporters were busy taking pictures, and the joyful scenes were gratifying.

But soon, the appearance of another group of people interrupted the peace. It was a group of doctors. The oldest of them was in their 50s and 60s, and the youngest was in their 30s.

The man headed is Fu Hanshen, the most outstanding and outstanding virus expert in China.

Fu Hanshen held a small black box in his hands.

The reporter hurriedly stepped forward to interview Fu Hanshen. Fu Hanshen told them a few words and said: "This is the end of today's interview. We are also very tired and want to go back to rest."

"Mr. Fu, you have worked so hard. After returning to China, let's take a good rest." The reporters were all sensible, and stepped away quickly and tacitly.

Fu Hanshen held Song Fei's ashes and searched the middle of the family area. Finally, his gaze was at the back of the crowd.

There, stood a woman wearing a black coat and crying silently.

On the day their parents were buried, Song Ci was also dressed in black, alone, and buried them one by one. From that day on, black became Song Ci's most hated color.

Song Ci came out from the back of the crowd. She stood in front of Fu Hanshen, staring at Fu Han's haggard face, and said, "Teacher Fu, you have worked hard."

Putting his hands on Song Fei's urn, he touched the cold jar, and thought that such proud Song Fei turned into a handful of ashes in the jar, Song Ci was heartbroken.

"Sister, Teacher Fu brought you back to the country. Next, I will take you home."

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Song Fei is dead.

Well, sister Fei is still alive.

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