Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

The reporters who hadn't gone far were shocked when they heard Song Ci's sister. Song Fei, the virus expert who died, turned out to be Song Ci's sister!

They immediately turned around and pointed the camera at Song Ci and Fu Hanshen, and saw that Fu Hanshen lowered his head to Song Ci and wept sadly.

"Song girl, I'm sorry, I failed to bring A Fei back safely..." His tone was sullen, and he had no face to look up at Song Ci as he spoke.

Song Ci's tears fell on the urn, blurring his vision. "Don't blame your teacher Fu, this is Song Fei's own choice." Song Fei is such a stubborn person, who can stop what she is going to do?

It's all her fate.

Touching the ashes box, Song Ci, like comforting a newborn baby, said to Song Fei's ashes: "Song Fei, don't be afraid, I will send you to mom and dad. You will not be alone. .."

Song Fei will not be alone, she is alone.

Song Fei finally abandoned her.

Since then, Song Ci has become a true orphan.

Song Ci walked out of the hall holding Song Fei's urn, and Han Zhan followed Song Ci silently, like a patron saint.

The reporters hesitated. They wanted to catch up to interview Song Ci and to understand her relationship with Song Fei, but they also had concerns.

When Fu Hanshen saw the careful thoughts of these people, he couldn't help feeling chilly. "Everyone, go back, don't disturb the peace of the dead."

Upon hearing this, the reporters turned and left.

Walking out of the airport, a raindrop hit Song Ci's cheek. She raised her head and looked at the patter of rain in the sky, fearing Song Fei's coldness, she quickly took off her windbreaker and wrapped the urn tightly.

Upon seeing this, Han Zhan quickly took off his clothes and put on Song Ci.

Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, then let out a far-fetched smile. "Brother Han, I'm not cold."

"I'm afraid you are cold."

Song Ci didn't say anything, but obediently put on Han Zhan's coat, allowing Han Zhan to walk towards the parking space with her arms around her shoulders.

Entering the parking lot, Song Ci and Han Zhan both noticed a man with a dejected look and a shaggy beard standing beside their car.

At the wedding a few days ago, Song Ci and Yan Jiang went through a video. At that time, Yan Jiang's face in the lens was a little thinner, but in those slender and delicate eyes, there was always an energizing look.

It's not like now, it's bleak and lifeless. He seemed to have lost his soul and became a walking dead.

Yan Jiang became thin and thin, looking like a malnourished patient, with no gloss on his face. Song Ci had never seen such a decadent Yan Jiang. She stared at Yan Jiang in a daze.

"A Jiang..." She didn't dare to think deeply about how painful Yan Jiang's heart was. What he lost was the one he loved the most!

After a few days of eating, Yan Jiang’s body is almost unsupported. He walks towards Song Ci, dragging his heavy body slowly, and can fall to the ground at any time, but his hollow eyes are tight. Staring at the ashes in Song Ci's arms.

Finally, he arrived in front of Song Ci in surprise.

Eyelids drooping slightly, covering those moist eyes, Yan Jiang spoke, making a humble, hoarse voice: "Song Song, can you give me your sister's urn?"

He knew that Song Ci was the person most qualified to deal with Song Fei's funeral, but he still surpassed it.

"A Jiang, Song Fei is dead, she is dead..." Song Ci was shocked, and subconsciously hugged the urn tightly, reminding Yan Jiang that Song Fei had passed away in a dumb voice.

Although she can't bear it, Song Ci still wants to break Yan Jiang's wishful thinking, "When people die, there will be nothing. What's the point of you wanting this ashes?"

Yan Jiang blinked his wet eyelashes.

He smiled bitterly, especially ugly. "I know she is dead, so I want her to stay with me. She stays with me, I am not afraid of the dark anymore."

Song Ci was dazed.

"No." Song Ci still rejected Yan Jiang. "People have to look forward, A Jiang, you can't stand still and get out."

Taking a step back, Song Ci tightened the urn. "I will not give you my sister's urn. I believe my sister would not want to see you like this. I will bury my sister next to my parents' tombstone, and they will reunite underground."

Hearing that, Yan Jiang seemed to be crying. But in the end, he didn't do anything, just turned and left in silence, his back alone was heartbreaking.

When Yan Jiang was rejected, Song Ci was mentally uncomfortable. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci. He said, "You are doing the right thing. He can't take away Song Fei's ashes." You can't imagine what people would do when they were crazy.

Song Ci gave a hum.

"Yan Jiang's current state is a bit silly, let's send him back."

"it is good."

The two followed Yan Jiang all the way and saw Yan Jiang in the car of his former assistant Allen. Song Ci hurriedly opened WeChat and sent a message to Allen, asking him to stay by Yan Jiang's side these days.

Allen also knows that Yan Jiang's state is a little abnormal. He is worried that Yan Jiang will come to nothing, so he promises Song Ci that he will never leave Yan Jiang.

Watching Alan send Yan Jiang back home, Song Ci and Han Zhan left.

Song Ci had planned to pick a good day to bury Song Fei, but Han Zhan, who was never superstitious, found a respected old gentleman and chose a suitable day for Song Fei to bury him.

The old gentleman had the final say, he had to wait ten more days, the best day would be.

Song Ci felt that Song Fei's life was too hard, and hoped that her next life would be easier and happier, so he listened to the old man's arrangement.

Simply Song Fei's body had been cremated, and there was only a handful of ashes left. There was no need to worry that the bones would rot and stench, Song Ci agreed.

She temporarily placed Song Fei's urn in the Anxi Hall, planning to take it out after a while and bury her.

Knowing that Song Fei had passed away, Du Tingting wanted to accompany Song Ci, but she hadn't finished her confinement and was inconvenient to go out, so she only called Song Ci a condolence call.

Song Ci talked with Du Tingting for a long time, and finally his depressed mood improved.

Hanging up, Du Tingting called Mu Qiu.

Mu Qiu answered the phone and called Mom. Du Tingting asked her, "Are you upstairs or at home?"

"upstairs."

"You come to my room, I have something for you to do."

"it is good."

Soon Mu Qiu came down. She pushed open the door of the master bedroom and saw Du Tingting sitting by the bed, staring at a lot of things. After walking over, Mu Qiu discovered that it was some packed baby clothes.

Both Du Tingting and Mu Mian are very happy when they are old and good. They bought a lot of baby clothes and toys early. "You help me bring them to the donation box outside the community. Donate everything. Keeping them is a waste."

Du Tingting completely looked away.

It was she who had no relationship with that child. It is a waste to keep these things, just donate them out, and give them to those who really need them, and it is considered a blessing for that child.

May he be reborn and find a better family and a better mother.

Mu Qiu opened the bag and looked at it. She said, "They are all brand new. I will donate them directly to the charity. Put them in the donation box for fear of being sold by someone who is interested." This kind of thing is not uncommon.

"Also."

There were so many things, Mu Qiufen sent them downstairs twice and stuffed them into the trunk. She drove out from the door of her house, along the asphalt road shaded by green trees, while Mu Qiu was driving while paying attention to the pedestrians at the exit of the trail.

Suddenly, a tall male figure broke into her sight.

Brother Mo?

Mu Qiu thought she was wrong, so she stopped the car, put down the window, and stared at the man carefully.

The man was wearing a mocha-colored casual suit, standing at the door of the villa with one hand on his hips, talking on the phone. Just looking at the back, I also feel handsome.

Mu Qiu got out of the car and walked towards the man. Standing behind the man, Mu Qiu hesitated and said, "Brother Mo?"

Cheng Yanmo turned his head when he heard the sound and couldn't help but smile when he saw Mu Qiu. "Little bear pajamas?" He stared at Mu Qiu's light pink panda pajamas. He stretched out his hand and touched the panda ears on Mu Qiu's head.

Mu Qiu blushed slightly.

It's really Cheng Yanmo.

Mu Qiu turned sideways and looked at the suitcase on the ground, a little surprised. "I heard that the Lin family moved out the night before yesterday and the house was sold to a mysterious man." Mu Qiu couldn't help but smile as he looked up at Cheng Yanmo's sharp and handsome face. "It turns out that Brother Mo is that mysterious person."

Cheng Yanmo raised his head and glanced to the rear. He said, "The house where two Podocarpus are planted at the door is yours?"

Mu Qiu looked back and nodded when he saw those two podocarpus that were well taken care of and trimmed. "It's my house, we are so close."

Cheng Yanmo: "Well, I want to be closer to you."

Mu Qiu was taken aback.

A trace of loneliness flashed across her face, but was soon replaced by joy. "I'll come to you later, I have something to do now."

"it is good."

Mu Qiu's car drove past the door of Cheng Yanmo's house. He looked at the rear of the car until it disappeared before turning around. As soon as I turned around, I heard the butler say: "Young Master Knows Girl Mu?"

"Yeah." Thinking of Mu Qiu, Cheng Yanmo curled his lips and said, "Is a very cute girl."

Seeing the young master's love for the Mu's girl, the housekeeper was a little worried. "But I heard that this girl Mu is suffering from heart disease. It is said that time is running out..."

He said, watching Cheng Yanmo's reaction very carefully.

Cheng Yanmo's face was cast with indecision, "Don't talk about this." Why should everyone come to remind him that Mu Qiu has nothing to do?

Seeing that Cheng Yanmo’s attitude changed, the housekeeper figured out some content. He also mentioned, “I brought people over to clean up the house yesterday, and heard that the Mu’s wife had a miscarriage. The young master knew this girl Mu, If you have time, you can go there and sit down."

"Ms. Mu had a miscarriage? When did it happen?"

"It's been more than a week."

Cheng Yanmo suddenly remembered something. About a week ago, Mu Qiu had said that he would go to his company to play with him. He waited for a long time before Mu Qiu, so he called and heard Mu Qiu say that she was with her mother in the hospital and that Madam Mu was unwell.

Want to come, Mrs. Mu had a miscarriage that day.

"Prepare gifts. I'll visit Mu's house later."

"Ok."

Mu Qiu found the courier company, packed the clothes and sent them out. When he returned, he saw Cheng Yanmo with gifts at his door.

"Brother Mo, are you going to be a guest at my house?" Mu Qiuqiao blushed, is this a meeting with the parents?

Cheng Yanmo motioned to Mu Qiu to open the door. He said: "I just moved here. It is a courtesy to visit the neighbors in the next neighborhood."

Mu Qiu opened the door and led him in. She smiled and asked Cheng Yanmo: "There are more than 30 households in the capital of Amethyst, have your family visited?"

Cheng Yanmo didn't take a deep look at her before he said leisurely: "There is no beautiful daughter in another family." He had no intentions.

Mu Qiu lowered his head when he was molested.

Du Tingting was drinking juice in the kitchen and heard someone talking in the yard. She opened the curtains and saw Mu Qiu walking backwards with his back to the house, still talking to a man. "Autumn, who are you talking to?"

A trace of panic flashed across Mu Qiu's face, as if she was caught by her parents in her early love.

Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu with a flustered face, and said to his heart that she was a little girl and she was so cute that she was secretly in love.

Mu Qiuqiang put on a calm and calm appearance, turned around and looked at Du Tingting. "Mom, this is the new neighbor who moved in next door. He came to visit us specially."

Du Tingting was very enthusiastic and hurriedly asked Mu Qiu to bring Cheng Yanmo home. "Hurry up and invite him in." She turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Sister Zhang, bring the tea set to the living room, and a guest will come."

Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo entered the Mu's living room, just as Du Tingting came out of the kitchen.

Du Tingting stopped and looked up at the new neighbor seriously. After seeing Cheng Yanmo's appearance, Du Tingting opened her eyes slightly.

"Are you the eldest son of the Cheng family? The son of Cheng Yanmo?" Cheng Yanmo is so famous in Wangdongcheng. Du Tingting and Mu Mian have seen the process inkstone at several commercial receptions.

This child, regardless of his age, but his mind is much deeper than ordinary people. Mu Mian said that he couldn't even play this master.

The lens blocked those sharp eyes and put a gentle skin on Cheng Yanmo.

He nodded slightly, stared at Mu Qiu's head with a smile on his face, and said, "I just moved here today, and I happened to meet Mu Qiu outside. We are also good friends. I heard that my aunt was just discharged from the hospital, so I came here to take a look. "

Cheng Yanmo put those precious skin care products on the table.

"It's enough if you come. What gifts to bring, you are too polite." Du Tingting quickly let Cheng Yanmo sit down, "Master Cheng, sit down."

Cheng Yanmo unbuttoned his suit before sitting down. Mu Qiu was sitting in another single seat, and he dared not look at Cheng Yanmo.

Du Tingting didn't doubt the relationship between Cheng Yanmo and Mu Qiu. After all, they were eight or nine years old, and their experience and identity were also very different. Subconsciously, Du Tingting thought that they would not have any other relationship.

Du Tingting personally poured a cup of tea for Cheng Yanmo. "Master Cheng, drink tea."

Cheng Yanmo took it with both hands, gestured very low, "Thank you." Du Tingting's humble and polite appearance fell in Du Tingting's eyes, and he felt that he was rich in culture and knowledge.

"Autumn, when did you meet Master Cheng? Why haven't I heard of it?" Du Tingting asked casually.

Du Tingting basically knows which friends Mu Qiu has. She can be friends with Cheng Yanmo, who is several years older than her, which is somewhat unusual for Du Tingting.

Mu Qiu fidgeted and felt that Du Tingting had seen through her relationship with Cheng Yanmo. Seeing Mu Qiu's flustered look, Cheng Yanmo felt amused.

"On the last time Grandma Cheng's birthday, my father took me to Cheng's house, and I met Mr. Cheng that day." Mu Qiu thought of what happened in the hotel that night, and his ears were a little hot.

"That's it."

After Du Tingting's hospitality stayed, Cheng Yanmo had lunch at Mu's house.

During the dinner, Cheng Yanmo got bad thoughts and deliberately took Mu Qiu's little hand under the table and touched her thin legs.

Mu Qiu sat like a needle blanket, absent from eating.

Seeing Mu Qiu twisting his eyebrows and biting his chopsticks for a while, looking uneasy, Du Tingting put down the chopsticks in her hand.

"Qiuer, don't you have an appetite?" Worried that Mu Qiu was unwell and had no appetite, Du Tingting said, "Or, I will let Jie Zhang give you tons of desserts?"

Mu Qiu shook his head hurriedly, slowly chewing the dull rice in his mouth. After swallowing the meal, Mu Qiu replied: "There is no discomfort, but there seems to be a red bump on the leg, which is a little itchy."

"Is it urticaria?" Mu Qiu has delicate skin and a lot of catkins during the season. She is prone to urticaria.

Mu Qiu said, "Maybe it is."

"There is ointment in the medicine cabinet, apply some medicine after eating, don't scratch the skin."

"it is good."

"It's itching again." After speaking, Mu Qiu lowered his head and grabbed the culprit's hand, opening his mouth and biting on the back of Cheng Yanmo's hand.

Cheng Yanmo's back straightened with pain.

He sat up straight, and when Mu Qiuken let go, he shook the hand that had been bitten out of two rows of teeth.

After eating, Cheng Yanmo got up to say goodbye, and Du Tingting asked Mu Qiu to send Cheng Yanmo off.

Mu Qiu got up obediently and followed Cheng Yanmo to the gate.

After leaving the courtyard and reaching a place where Du Tingting could not see, Cheng Yanmo raised his left hand and shook his hand to Mu Qiu's face. "Does it belong to a dog? You bite so hard?"

Mu Qiu stared at the two rows of red tooth marks, a little apologetic. "Sorry, the first time I bite, I didn't grasp the strength."

"You still want to have another time." Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu's pure and charming face, thought of the girl's sharp teeth, and said with emotion: "It's really cruel."

"He is cruel..." Mu Qiu chuckled, she said: "Yes, I am indeed cruel."

Cheng Yanmo pointed to his door and continued to tease Mu Qiu: "Your mother asked you to take me home. It's not here yet, let's go."

Mu Qiu had to accompany Cheng Yanmo for another journey. When he reached the door of Cheng Yanmo's new house, Mu Qiu stopped, "You are here, I'm going back."

She turned around to leave, so Cheng Yanmo held her belt around her belt and entered his new home.

Closing the courtyard door, Cheng Yanmo glanced at Mu's direction. Seeing the figure of the woman behind the second-floor window, Cheng Yanmo suddenly pushed Mu Qiu behind the door, without giving Mu Qiu any mental preparation, he kissed her directly.

Cheng Yanmo's kiss was fierce and suggestive.

Mu Qiu quickly panted.

"Follow me in, eh?"

Mu Qiu panted and nodded.

Cheng Yanmo hugged Mu Qiu into the living room, Dama Jindao sat down and placed Mu Qiu on his lap. A corner of Cheng Yanmo's pajamas was picked up by Cheng Yanmo. Mu Qiu sensed Cheng Yanmo's intention, and she hurriedly put her hand on Cheng Yanmo's chest.

The upper body of the two of them was separated by a certain distance, and the lower body was close to each other. "My mother is still at home waiting for me to go back..." What is the matter of sending someone home and not returning once they are sent?

"It's okay, just say I drank a cup of coffee at my house." Grinding coffee beans, cooking the coffee, and drinking a cup of coffee, it takes more than half an hour to talk about it.

Mu Qiu's poor concentration was easily persuaded by Cheng Yanmo.

-

Fearing that Mu Qiu would be seen going home, she deliberately took a shower in the bathroom of Cheng Yanmo's master bedroom before putting on her panda pajamas and returning home.

When returning home, Du Tingting hadn't taken a lunch break. Du Tingting yawned and was sleepy holding a pillow.

Du Tingting raised her eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she was neatly dressed, she lowered her head and asked, "How can I go for so long?"

Mu Qiu followed Cheng Yanmo's teachings, and lied without blushing, "Drank a cup of coffee and visited Mr. Xia Cheng's new house."

Du Tingting didn't delve into it. She said, "Ms. Zhang made you a red date milk stew with milk. Go eat it, and then take a nap."

"it is good."

Watching Mu Qiu finish the dessert, Du Tingting returned to the room. Back in the room, Du Tingting opened the window and looked at the villa diagonally forward. She thought of the scene she saw before, and her mood was extremely complicated.

The son of the Cheng family pressed Mu Qiu of her family to the gate of the yard and kissed him. They kissed so hot, they looked like old hands.

They are all grown-ups, and Du Tingting doesn't believe that Mu Qiu is Cheng Yanmo who went to drink coffee at home. What on earth is Cheng Yanmo thinking, doesn't he know that Mu Qiu is a person with little time?

Du Tingting was pretending to have something in her heart, and she was restless all afternoon.

When Mu Mian returned from get off work at night, Du Tingting told him about it. "The Lin family next door has moved to a new neighbor, the son of Cheng Yanmo from the Chuandong Group."

Hearing about this, Mu Mian was more pleasantly surprised than surprised, "Really?" It is a good thing to be a neighbor with Cheng Yanmo.

"He visited my house today, and I left him for lunch."

Hearing this, Mu Mian's thoughts changed, and it seemed that Master Cheng had a good impression of them. If he wants to, he can deepen contact with this young man, maybe he will be able to do business in the future.

But Du Tingting's next sentence directly smashed Mu Mian: "He seems to be the boyfriend of Qiu'er. I saw them kissing in the Lin's yard."

"Cheng Yanmo and Qiu'er?" Mu Mian thought this was a bit illusory, "How is it possible? They are several years of age difference, and they usually don't have any contact. Besides, how can people like Cheng Yanmo like us Mu Qiu's type of girl? ?"

It's not that Cheng Yanmo has never seen an ambiguous object next to him, but who is not a woman with big breasts, big butts and good looks?

If you think about it this way, Mu Mian doesn't think that his daughter is different. It's just that Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo's old scandals are completely different types.

Cheng Yanmo's strong family background, personal abilities and business insights are all outstanding. Mu Qiu was able to associate with men like Cheng Yanmo, Mu Mian should have been happy to see it happen.

But their Mu Qiu is a short-lived person...

However, thinking of the progress of another matter, Mu Mian finally had a smile on his face. "Cheng Yanmo, this man is very good, Mu Qiu has a good vision and has found a good man."

Listening to Mu Mian's words, Du Tingting was only surprised. "Husband, don't you think this is tricky? We are people who won't live long in Autumn. If she dies, what will the Cheng family do?"

Du Tingting always felt ashamed of that young man Cheng.

"All adults, you love me." Mu Mian was very open to this matter. Seeing Du Tingting feeling unhappy and worried, Mu Mian shared good news with her. "There is new news from the organ bank. We seem to be waiting for a heart that matches Qiu'er."

A touch of ecstasy, climbed onto Du Tingting's thin cheeks. She squeezed Mu Mian's arm tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it true?"

"Well, the donor is critically ill and is still alive for the time being, so you have to wait."

"Okay, this is great, I hope it can be matched!" Du Tingting didn't expect others to die, but she hoped that her daughter could live.

Thinking that Mu Qiu might be able to survive, Du Tingting's eyes bloomed with vitality again.

"Don't disclose this to Qiu'er in advance, we will tell her when the news is confirmed." Mu Mian told Du Tingting.

Du Tingting said hurriedly.

-

Early this morning, Song Ci received a call from Allen. "Song Song, Jiang's mental state is not very good, do you want to come and see him?"

"What's up with him?"

Allen hesitated and hesitated, "Brother Jiang seems to have a problem with his spirit. He often talks to himself in the air by himself, laughing while talking, and I look at my heart groggy."

The most worrying thing still appeared.

Song Ci hung up, changed clothes and went to Yan Jiang's house.

She rang the doorbell, thinking it would be Allen who would open the door, but it was Yan Jiang standing inside the door.

Yan Jiang dressed very delicately, with a white base shirt, beige trousers, and a black Chanel cropped top. He is again the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry.

Seeing Song Ci outside the door, Yan Jiang suddenly laughed. He took Song Ci's hand, rubbed it, and said, "A Fei, why don't you wear a coat? It's very cold outside today. Look at your hands. ."

Hearing this, Song Ci is like falling into an ice cellar.

It was also a coincidence that it was very windy today. She was not in the mood to dress up recently. When she went out, she casually found a long-sleeved hooded sweater to put on, **** her long hair, and drove directly to see Yan Jiang.

Song Ci and Song Fei looked the same. They looked more alike when they put on a sweater and tied their hair.

Song Ci was pulled into the house by Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang babbled: "You'll be back soon after you say it. Allen has cooked lunch and the dishes are almost cold." He pressed Song Ci to the meal. Chair.

Yan Jiang opened the food cover and served Song Ci a bowl of cod porridge. "Come on, you eat this."

After looking at Yan Jiang for a while, Song Ci picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of cod porridge, and put it into his mouth. The taste is very fresh and tender, she took two bites, feeling bored and flustered, especially uncomfortable.

At the dinner table, Yan Jiangyan laughed at Yan Yan and kept adding vegetables to Song porcelain, all of which Song Fei loved. Song Ci ate one by one, "I'm full."

Yan Jiang stopped serving her with vegetables.

Noting that Yan Jiang hadn't eaten anything, Song Ci deliberately cooled his face and followed Song Fei's tone of voice, "You eat."

Yan Jiang really listened to her and stuffed his mouth with rice, but didn't get much food.

Song Ci watched him silently, feeling particularly uncomfortable. After eating, Yan Jiang took Song Ci to the screening room and found a French film called "Butterfly".

"Last time you mentioned that you wanted to watch this movie, I found it." This is what Song Fei mentioned to Yan Jiang in Kinshasa.

Song Ci sat down and watched the movie with Yan Jiang.

The whole movie has beautiful scenery and warm rhythm. The interaction between the little girl and grandpa is also lively and interesting. This was supposed to be a movie that was pleasant to watch, but Song Ci became more silent as she watched it.

Finally, the movie is over.

When Yan Jiang was about to switch to a new movie, he heard Song Ci call his name, "A Jiang." Yan Jiang turned his head and watched Song Ci patiently and tenderly.

Song Ci suddenly stretched out his right hand and held Yan Jiang's much thinner cheek.

Yan Jiang was slightly startled.

Song Ci lifted his head and pressed his cheek towards Yan Jiang.

She seemed to kiss him.

When Song Ci's lips were about to approach Yan Jiang's lips, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head and said, "I'll change to another movie and watch the pianist at sea, OK?"

Song Ci sat back in place.

She calmly and ruthlessly pointed out: "You know I am not her. A Jiang, are you still deceiving yourself?"

Yan Jiang remained motionless.

"You must really treat me as her. When I kissed you just now, you wouldn't have had this reaction. Facing Song Fei's initiative, how could you refuse?"

Seeing Yan Jiang's tight lips and drooping eyebrows, Song Ci couldn't bear it, but had to tell him: "Yan Jiang, I am not her, you know."

Yan Jiang suddenly covered his face with his hands. His shoulders shook slightly, his throat shook up and down, and his fingers were filled with tears.

"Song Song..." Yan Jiang broke his voice when he spoke. The voice was dumb, like gauze being torn apart by sharp scissors, "She is dead..."

"Afei is dead, and his body is incomplete!" He cried in grief and could not speak for a while. Song Ci hurriedly got up and walked in front of Yan Jiang, put his arms around his head, and pressed him into his arms.

"The floor is full of limbs and arms. I looked for her head everywhere, but I couldn't find it. Song Song, I lost your sister..."

Yan Jiang once heard people say that people with incomplete bodies can't enter **** after death. They will turn into lone ghosts, wandering around the place of death day and night, constantly searching for their bodies.

Thinking that his Afei would always be trapped in a turbulent place in a foreign country, Yan Jiang was heartbroken.

Yan Jiang was like a child, hugging Song Ci's waist tightly, his tears and nose rubbed against Song Ci's sweater. That was the first time Yan Jiang cried in front of Song Ci, crying so much that his face disappeared.

Song Ci also blushed and couldn't help crying with Yan Jiang.

I don't know how long it took before Song Ci realized that Yan Jiang in his arms had lost his voice. She was very upset, thinking Yan Jiang was dizzy, and when she looked down, she realized that Yan Jiang was just asleep.

She just hugged Yan Jiang and didn't dare to let go or move.

After a while, Allen walked in.

Seeing that Yan Jiang finally fell asleep, he told Song Ci the truth. "Brother Jiang hasn't slept in the past few days, as if tirelessly, I'm really afraid he will faint and fall to the ground. Song Song, thanks to you for coming today."

"You should have called me here long ago." Song Ci has been living in a muddle-headed manner these days, without considering the situation on Yan Jiang's side.

She feels a little guilty because she neglected Yan Jiang.

In order to take care of Yan Jiang these days, Allen has not rested, and now he is a blue-gray. Song Ci said to Allen, "Come to Allen, help me, and we will send him back to the room to sleep. You should also go to sleep and don't let your body hurt."

"it is good."

Yan Jiang was really exhausted. After this sleep, Song Ci and Allen did not wake up.

Put Yan Jiang in the master bedroom, fearing that he would wake up at night for fear of the dark, Song Ci specially turned on the wall lamp. "Allen, go and rest, I'll go back now."

Allen really couldn't hold it anymore, yawned, and went back to the guest bedroom to rest.

Song Ci went downstairs to clean the bottles and jars in the kitchen, washed his hands, and then left.

She did not go home, but went to the Peace Hall.

Standing in the hall of the Anxi Hall, staring at Song Fei's urn, Song Ci smiled bitterly, and couldn't help asking: "Song Fei, are you satisfied? Seeing that A Jiang is crazy for you, are you satisfied?"

Where would Song Fei answer her?

After stroking his fingers on the icy urn for a long time, Song Ci leaned against the cabinet and cried. "Song Fei, I miss you so much!"

But I will never see you again.

-

Song Ci walked out of the Anxi Hall and saw Han Zhan.

"How did you know that I am here?" After crying, Song Ci's voice sounded like a broken gong, strangely harsh.

"A Song told me." Han Zhan walked over and covered Song Ci's eyes, "Go home, you also go back to sleep well."

Han Zhan picked up Song Ci and put it in the car. After getting into the car, Han Zhan still hugged Song Ci, like a child.

"Close your eyes, don't open your eyes." Han Zhan's tone appeared domineering, not allowing his beak.

Song Ci was really tired too. She closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep in Han Zhan's arms. The car drove gently, shaking slightly, and Song Ci actually fell asleep.

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cheeks that had lost a lot of weight recently, and his heart felt distressed. When he got home, he carried Song Ci onto the bed and was about to take a bath when the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

Seeing the words ‘Doctor Xinqiao’, Han Zhan’s eyes flashed cold.

He picked up the phone, walked out of the master bedroom, and went to the meeting room.

"Mr. Han."

Han Zhan didn't answer.

On the other end, the man said cautiously: "I have received the money you paid, thank you Mr. Han. The remaining 20 million..."

"When things are done, I will transfer the money to your child. With that money, he can finish high school and college, and after graduation, he can buy a house in a good location." If he is good at financial management, Maybe there is enough money to ask for a wife.

With no worries, the man feels at ease. "Thank you, Mr. Han, I will try my best to handle the things you explained."

Han Zhan interrupted the other party, "It's not that you want to do your best, it must be done properly."

"If things fail, Dr. Zhu, you can only walk into jail and be carried out sideways." Han Zhan's tone was very easy-going, but what he said made the soles of his feet chilly.

Han Zhan not hurriedly nailed an iron nail in the opponent's heart, stabbing the other party with anxiety. "I will do it!"

Han Zhan hung up the phone, unbuttoned his shirt impatiently, and cursed: "Silly fork stuff, you have to sit in prison."

After cursing, Han Zhan regained his calm integrity.

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Xinqiao Hospital is a private hospital. Xinqiao Hospital was established 30 years ago. The first dean was Du Lengsheng, Du Tingting's father.

After Du Lengsheng's death, Xinqiao Hospital became Du Tingting's industry. Du Tingting has been accustomed to pampering her life over the years, and she has no intention of taking care of her property.

Therefore, the nominal chairman of this hospital is Du Tingting, but the person in charge is Mu Mian.

The second building of Xinqiao Hospital is the inpatient department, and the eighth floor is the chairman's activity floor. Medical staff, patients and family members are not allowed to enter.

In the middle of the night, a light on the eighth floor came on.

Mu Mian walked in from the door, and the lights in the corridor hit his shadow on the ground, elongated, and became like a devil.

Mu Mian walked into the ward and stared at the limp woman on the bed after being injected with sleeping potion. The girl's body is thin, her already fair cheeks are more like a fool in the light, and she's pale.

No one thought that Song Fei, who had been cremated, was lying on the eighth floor of Xinqiao Hospital!

Song Fei's hands and legs were tied to the four corner posts at the head of the bed. She completely lost the ability to move, and she couldn't escape with her wings!

Song Fei was already awake, but the effect of the medicine had not dissipated. She had a limp bone, her eyelids could not be opened, and she could only squint a slit.

Mu Mian walked to the bed and looked down at Song Fei. "You are awake." Mu Mian's tone was calm, without the slightest anxiety or panic that a kidnapper should have.

Song Fei squinted at Mu Mian, his lips moved, and he could not speak.

Mu Mian suddenly said, "Actually, you have regained your consciousness that time." Mu Mian was ignorant of these words, but Song Fei understood.

Mu Mian: "In the nursing home, I drew your blood and sent it to be tested with Mu Qiu's blood. You disappeared the next night. You sensed the danger, and ran away while I was not paying attention."

Song Fei's disappearance directly disrupted all Mu Mian's plans and made him feel very troubled. "Song Fei, you really impressed me."

Song Fei's lips whispered again, as if he had something to say.

Mu Mian thought she was weak, so he bent down intimately, showing a respectful manner. "Say, I'll listen." After speaking, Mu Mian heard Song Fei say--

"Yes, your mother."

After speaking, Song Fei spit the star on Mu Mian's face.

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