Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Hearing Song Ci's elder sister, the reporters who hadn't gone far were all taken aback. The dead virus expert Song Fei turned out to be Song Ci's sister!

They turned around immediately and pointed the camera at Song Ci and Fu Hanshen. They saw Fu Hanshen bow his head to Song Ci and cried out sadly.

"Song girl, I'm sorry, I couldn't bring A Fei back safely." His tone was somber, and he didn't have the face to look up at Song Ci in the process of speaking.

Song Ci's tears fell on the urn, blurring his vision. "I don't blame you, Teacher Fu, this is Song Fei's own choice." Song Fei is such a stubborn person, what can she do, and who can stop her?

It's all her destiny.

Touching the urn, Song Ci said to Song Fei's urn like comforting a newborn baby: "Song Fei, don't be afraid, I will send you to your parents. You will not be alone."

Song Fei will not be alone, she is the one who is alone.

Song Fei finally abandoned her.

Since then, Song Ci has become a real orphan.

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

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

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

After hearing this, the reporters turned around and left.

After walking out of the airport, raindrops fell on Song Ci's cheek. She raised her head and looked at the pattering rain in the sky. Afraid that Song Fei would be cold, she quickly took off her windbreaker and wrapped the urn tightly.

Seeing this, Han Zhan quickly took off his clothes and put them on Song Ci.

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

"I'm afraid you'll be cold."

Song Ci said nothing, put on Han Zhan's coat obediently, and let Han Zhan walk towards the parking space with his arms around her shoulders.

Walking into the parking lot, Song Ci and Han Zhan both noticed a depressed and unshaven man standing next to their car.

At the wedding a few days ago, Song Cicai and Yan Jiang passed a video. At that time, although Yan Jiang's face in the camera was a little thinner, but in those slender and delicate eyes, there was always a gleaming look.

Unlike now, it is bleak and lifeless. As if he had lost his soul, he had become a walking corpse.

Yan Jiang lost weight, looking like a malnourished patient, his face lost its luster. Song Ci had never seen such a decadent Yan Jiang. She stared at Yan Jiang in a daze, her heart aching like a knife.

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

He hadn't eaten for a few days, and Yan Jiang's body was about to be unable to support it. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, dragging his heavy body slowly, and he could fall to the ground at any time, but his empty eyes were tight Staring at the urn in Song Ci's arms.

Finally, he arrived in front of Song Ci without any risk.

Eyelids drooping slightly, covering those wet eyes, Yan Jiang opened his mouth and made a lowly hoarse voice: "Song Song, can you give me your sister's urn?"

He knew that Song Ci was the most qualified person to handle 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.

Although he couldn't bear it, Song Ci still wanted to shatter Yan Jiang's wishful thinking, "When a person dies, nothing is left. What's the point of you wanting this pile of ashes?"

Yan Jiang blinked his wet eyelashes.

He smiled wryly, a particularly ugly smile. "I know she's dead, so I just want her to stay with me. If she stays with me, I'm not afraid of the dark anymore."

Song Ci was stunned.

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

Taking a step back, Song Ci protected the urn tightly. "I won't give you my sister's urn, and I believe my sister doesn't want to see you like this. I will bury my sister next to my parents' tombstones, and they will be reunited underground."

Hearing this, Yan Jiang seemed to be about to cry. But in the end, he didn't do anything, just turned and left silently, the back of walking alone was heartbreaking.

Rejecting Yan Jiang made Song Ci feel uncomfortable. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and said, "You did the right thing, he can't take Song Fei's ashes away." You can't imagine what people do when they are crazy.

Song Ci hummed.

"Yan Jiang's state is a little crazy now, let's send him back."

"it is good."

The two followed Yan Jiang all the way and saw that Yan Jiang got into the car of 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, inseparable.

Arun also knew that Yan Jiang's state was a little abnormal. He was worried that Yan Jiang would come around, so he promised Song Ci that he would never leave Yan Jiang.

After watching Arun send Yan Jiang home, Song Ci and Han Zhan did not come out again.

Song Ci originally planned to choose a good day to bury Song Fei, but Han Zhan, who was never superstitious, found a respected old gentleman to choose a suitable day for Song Fei to be buried.

The old gentleman did the math, and said that waiting for another ten days is the best day.

Song Ci felt that Song Fei's life was too hard in this life, and she also hoped that her next life would be easier and happier, so she listened to the old gentleman's arrangement.

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

She temporarily placed Song Fei's urn in the resting hall, and planned to take it out after a while to 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 made a condolence call to Song Ci.

Song Ci chatted with Du Tingting for a long time, and her annoyed mood finally improved.

After 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 beside the bed, staring at the pile of things in a daze. After walking over, Mu Qiu realized that it was some packaged baby clothes.

Du Tingting and Mu Mian were very happy to have children, and they bought a lot of baby clothes and toys early. "You help me take them to the donation box outside the community. Donate everything. It's a waste to keep it."

Du Tingting saw this completely.

It was she who missed the child. It is a waste to keep these things, and simply donating them to those who really need them can be regarded as a blessing for that child.

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

Mu Qiu opened the bag and looked at it. She said, "It's all brand new. I'll donate them to charity directly. I'll put them in the donation box so that they will be sold again." This kind of thing is not unheard of.

"Alright."

There were a lot of things, so Mu Qiu sent them downstairs in two trips and stuffed them into the trunk. She drove her car out of the door, along the asphalt road shaded by green trees. While driving, Mu Qiu paid attention to the pedestrians at the exit of the trail.

Suddenly, a tall and straight male figure broke into her sight.

Brother Mo?

Mu Qiu thought she was wrong, she stopped the car, lowered 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 and compelling.

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

Cheng Yanmo turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw Mu Qiu, he couldn't help but smile. "Little bear pajamas?" He stared at the light pink panda pajamas on Mu Qiu's body, he couldn't help reaching out 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 overnight the day before yesterday, and the house was sold to a mysterious person." Looking up at Cheng Yanmo's handsome face with sharp lines, Mu Qiu couldn't help laughing. "It turns out that Brother Mo is the mysterious person."

Cheng Yanmo raised his head and glanced at the back. He said, "The house with two Arhats at the door is your house?"

Mu Qiu looked back, saw the two well-cared-for and beautifully trimmed Arhats, and nodded. "It's my house, we're 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 it was quickly replaced by joy. "I'll come to you later, I have something to do right now."

"it is good."

Mu Qiu's car drove past Cheng Yanmo's house, and he looked at the rear of the car until it disappeared before turning around. As soon as I turned around, I heard the housekeeper say, "The eldest young master knows Miss Mu?"

"Yeah." Thinking of Mu Qiu, Cheng Yanmo hooked his lips and said, "She is a very cute girl."

Seeing the eldest young master's love for the Mu family girl, the housekeeper was a little worried. "But I heard that this girl Mu suffers from a heart attack, and it is said that her time is short."

He said, watching Cheng Yanmo's reaction with great concern.

Cheng Yanmo's face was covered with a look of hesitation, "Don't talk about this." Why does everyone have to remind him that Mu Qiu's time is short?

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

"Mrs. Mu has a miscarriage? When did it happen?"

"It's been over a week."

Cheng Yanmo suddenly remembered something. About a week ago, Mu Qiu had said that he was going to his company to play with him. He waited for a long time but did not wait for Mu Qiu. He called and heard Mu Qiu say that she was with her mother in the hospital and that Mrs. Mu was not feeling well.

Come to think of it, Mrs. Mu had a miscarriage that day.

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

"OK."

Mu Qiu found a courier company and packed the clothes and sent them out. When he came back, he saw Cheng Yanmo carrying a gift at the door of his house.

"Brother Mo, are you coming to my house as a guest?" Mu Qiuqiao blushed slightly, does this count as meeting the parents?

Cheng Yanmo motioned to Mu Qiu to open the door, and he said, "I just moved here. It's a courtesy to visit my neighbors."

Mu Qiura opened the door and led him in. She smiled and asked Cheng Yanmo, "Have you visited more than 30 families in the capital of Zijing?"

Cheng Yanmo glanced at her deeply, and then said leisurely, "There is no beautiful daughter in another family." He had ulterior motives.

Mu Qiu was teased by him and lowered his head.

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 her back to the house, talking to a man. "Autumn, who are you talking to?"

A trace of panic flashed on Mu Qiu's face, as if his puppy love was caught by his parents.

Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu with a flustered face, thinking that she was really a little girl, and she looked so cute when she was in love.

Mu Qiuqiang pretended to be calm and calm, turned around and looked at Du Tingting. "Mom, this is the new neighbor next door who came to visit us in Cala."

Du Tingting was very enthusiastic and hurriedly asked Mu Qiu to bring Cheng Yanmo home. "Quickly invite him in." She turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Sister Zhang, bring the tea set to the living room, there are guests coming."

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.

"You are the eldest son of the Cheng family? Young master Cheng Yanmo?" Cheng Yanmo is very famous in Wangdong City. Du Tingting and Mu Mian had seen Cheng Yanmo at several business receptions.

This child, regardless of his age, has a much deeper mind than the average person. Mu Mian had said that he couldn't even play this Lord.

The lens blocked those stern eyes, and put on a gentle skin for Cheng Yanmo.

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

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

"It's alright if you come. What kind of gifts do you want to bring? You are too polite." Du Tingting hurriedly asked Cheng Yanmo to sit down, "Mr. Cheng, sit down quickly."

Cheng Yanmo unbuttoned his suit and sat down. Mu Qiu sat in the other single seat, not daring to look at Cheng Yanmo more than once.

Du Tingting did not doubt the relationship between Cheng Yanmo and Mu Qiu. After all, they were eight or nine years apart in age, and their experience and identity were also far apart. Subconsciously, Du Tingting thought that they would have no other relationship.

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

Cheng Yanmo took it with both hands, with a low posture, "Thank you." Du Tingting's humble and polite appearance fell into Du Tingting's eyes, and he felt that he was full of self-cultivation and knowledge.

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

Du Tingting basically knew which friends Mu Qiu had. It was unusual for Du Tingting to be friends with Cheng Yanmo, who was several years older than her.

Mu Qiu was restless, always feeling that Du Tingting saw through her relationship with Cheng Yanmo. Cheng Yanmo felt amused when he saw Mu Qiu's flustered look.

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

"I see."

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

During the banquet, Cheng Yanmo had a bad idea, and deliberately held Mu Qiu's little hand under the table and touched her thin leg.

Mu Qiu sat like a needle blanket and was absent-minded when he was eating.

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

"Qiu'er, do you have no appetite?" Worried that Mu Qiu was not feeling well and had no appetite, Du Tingting said, "How about I ask Sister Zhang to give you tons of desserts?"

Mu Qiu hurriedly shook his head and slowly chewed the bland rice in his mouth. After swallowing the meal, Mu Qiu responded: "No discomfort, just a red bump on the leg, a little itchy."

"Is it urticaria?" Mu Qiu's skin is delicate and there are many catkins in the changing seasons, so she is prone to urticaria.

Mu Qiu hummed, "Maybe."

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

"it is good."

"It's itchy again." After speaking, Mu Qiu lowered his head, grabbed the culprit's hand, and opened his mouth to bite the back of Cheng Yanmo's hand.

Cheng Yanmo's back stiffened from the pain.

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

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

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

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

Mu Qiu stared at the two rows of red teeth marks, and felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry, the first time I bit someone, I didn't grasp the strength."

"You still want to have a next time." Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu's pure and moving face, thinking of this girl's sharp teeth, and said with emotion: "It's really cruel."

"Heart-hearted." Mu Qiu chuckled lightly, and she said, "Yes, I am indeed cruel."

Cheng Yanmo pointed at 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 ride, and when he arrived at the door of Cheng Yanmo's new house, Mu Qiu stopped, "You're here, I'm going back."

She turned around and was about to leave, but was hugged by Cheng Yanmo's belt and entered his new home.

After closing the courtyard door, Cheng Yanmo glanced in the direction of the Mu family. Seeing the figure of the woman behind the window on the second floor, Cheng Yanmo suddenly pushed Mu Qiu behind the door, without giving Mu Qiu any psychological preparation, he kissed her directly.

Cheng Yanmo's kiss was fierce and suggestive.

Mu Qiu was out of breath soon.

"Come in with me, eh?"

Mu Qiu gasped and nodded.

Cheng Yanmo carried Mu Qiu into the living room, sat down with a golden knife, and put Mu Qiu on his lap. The pajamas were lifted by Cheng Yanmo's corner, Mu Qiu realized Cheng Yanmo's intention, and she hurriedly put her hand on Cheng Yanmo's chest.

The upper body of the two is separated by a distance, and the lower body is close to each other. "My mother is still at home waiting for me to go back." What kind of thing is it to send someone home, but once they are sent home, they will not be returned?

"It's okay, just say I drank a cup of coffee at my house." Grind the coffee beans, boil the coffee, and drink a cup of coffee, it will take more than half an hour to talk about it.

Mu Qiu's lack of concentration was easily persuaded by Cheng Yanmo. -

Mu Qiu was afraid that she would be seen to be different when she went home, so she took a shower in the bathroom of Cheng Yanmo's master bedroom before putting on her panda pajamas again and going home.

When she got home, Du Tingting had not yet had her lunch break. Du Tingting yawned and fell asleep holding a pillow.

When she heard it, she couldn't stand it. Du Tingting raised her eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she was neatly dressed, she lowered her head and asked, "Why did it take so long?"

Mu Qiu carefully followed Cheng Yanmo's teaching, and lied without blushing, "Drinking a cup of coffee and visiting Mr. Cheng's new house."

Du Tingting didn't delve into it. She said, "Sister Zhang made you stewed milk with red dates and papaya. You can eat it, and then go to take a nap."

"it is good."

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

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

They were all adults, and Du Tingting didn't believe that Mu Qiu had gone to Cheng Yanmo's house to drink coffee. What the hell is Cheng Yanmo thinking, doesn't he know that Mu Qiu is a man with a short time?

Du Tingting had something in her heart and was restless all afternoon.

When Mu Mian came back from get off work in the evening, Du Tingting told him about it. "The Lin family next door has a new neighbor, Mr. Cheng Yanmo from the Chuandong Group."

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

"He came to visit my house today, and I kept him for lunch."

Hearing this, Mu Mian's mind changed, and it seemed that Cheng Gongzi had a good impression of them. Thinking that he can deepen contact with this young master Cheng, and maybe he can also reach a business relationship in the future.

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

"Cheng Yanmo and Qiu'er?" Mu Mian felt that this was a bit mystical, "How is it possible? They are several years apart in age, and they don't usually communicate. Besides, how could someone like Cheng Yanmo like our type of girl like Mu Qiu? ?"

Cheng Yanmo's side is not without ambiguous objects, but who is not a woman with big breasts, big butt, good looks and good family background?

Thinking like this, Mu Mian doesn't think that his daughter is different, but that Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo's scandalous objects in the past are completely different types.

Cheng Yanmo's strong family background, personal ability and business vision are all outstanding. Mu Mian should have been happy to see Mu Qiu associate with a man like Cheng Yanmo.

But they, Mu Qiu, have a very short life.

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

Hearing what Mu Mian said, Du Tingting was only surprised. "Husband, don't you think it's tricky? We Qiu'er don't live long. If she dies, what will happen to the Cheng family's son?"

Du Tingting always felt ashamed of that Young Master Cheng.

"It's all adults, I want you to." Mu Mian was very open about this matter. Seeing Du Tingting's sullen and worried, Mu Mian shared a piece of good news with her. "There is new news from the organ bank. We seem to have waited for a heart that matches the autumn."

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

"Well, that donor is critically ill and is still alive for the time being, so he has to wait."

"Okay, this is really great, I hope it matches!" Du Tingting didn't expect others to die, but she was expecting her own daughter to live.

Thinking that Mu Qiu might be able to survive, Du Tingting's eyes re-bloomed with vibrant colors.

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

Du Tingting said hello. -

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

"What's up with him?"

Allen stammered 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 feel terrified when I see it."

The most worrying thing is still there.

Song Ci hung up the phone and quickly changed clothes and went to Yan Jiang's house.

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

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

Seeing Song Ci outside the door, Yan Jiang suddenly laughed, he held Song Ci's hand, rubbed it, and said, "A Fei, why are you not wearing a coat, it's very cold outside today, and your hands are getting cold. ."

Hearing this, Song Porcelain fell into an ice cellar.

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

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

Song Ci was dragged into the house by Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang kept chattering: "You will come back soon after you go out. Allen has prepared lunch, and the dishes are getting cold." He pressed Song Ci to the dining table. chair.

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

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

At the dinner table, Yan Jiangyan smiled at Yan Yan, and kept serving Song Ci with vegetables, all of which Song Fei liked to eat. Song Ci ate them one by one, "I'm full."

Yan Jiang stopped serving her dishes.

Noticing that Yan Jiang hadn't eaten anything, Song Ci deliberately turned cold and imitated Song Fei's tone, "You eat."

Yan Jiang really listened to her words very much, and put the rice into his mouth one after another, but he didn't add much food.

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

"Last time you mentioned that you wanted to see this movie, and 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, and the interaction between the little girl and her grandpa is also lively and interesting. This should have been a pleasant movie to watch, but Song Ci became more and more silent.

Finally, the movie is over.

Yan Jiang was about to switch to a new movie when he heard Song Ci calling his name, "A Jiang." Yan Jiang turned his head and looked at 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 raised her head and pressed her cheek towards Yan Jiang.

She seemed to be kissing him.

When Song Ci's lips were about to approach Yan Jiang's, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head away, "I'll change the movie and watch The Pianist at Sea, please?"

Song Ci sat back in place.

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

Yan Jiang did not move.

"If you really think of me as her, you wouldn't have reacted like this when I kissed you just now. Facing Song Fei's initiative, why would you be willing to refuse?"

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

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

"Song Song" Yan Jiang broke his voice as soon as he opened his mouth. The voice was hoarse, like gauze torn open by sharp scissors, "She is dead"

"A Fei is dead, the body is incomplete!" He cried so much that he was speechless for a while. Song Ci quickly got up and walked in front of Yan Jiang, holding his head and pressing him into his arms.

"The floor is full of stumps and broken 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 corpses can't go to hell after death. They will turn into ghosts, wandering in the land of death day and night, constantly searching for their bodies.

Thinking that his Fei would be trapped forever in a turbulent place in a foreign country, Yan Jiang's heart ached like a knife.

Yan Jiang was like a child, hugging Song Ci's waist tightly, his tears and snot rubbing against Song Ci's sweater. It was the first time that Yan Jiang cried in front of Song Ci, and he cried so much that he lost all face and image.

Song Ci's eyes were also red, and she couldn't help crying along 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 disturbed, thinking that Yan Jiang was dizzy, but when she looked down, she realized that Yan Jiang was just asleep.

She hugged Yan Jiang like that, not daring to let go or move.

After a while, Allen came in.

When he saw that Yan Jiang finally fell asleep, he told Song Ci the truth. "Brother Jiang hasn't slept in the past few days. He seems tireless. I'm really afraid that 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 himself was living in a daze these days, so he didn't consider the situation on Yan Jiang's side.

She felt a little guilty because she neglected Yan Jiang.

In order to take care of Yan Jiang these days, Aaron has not rested well, and now it is blue-gray. Song Ci said to Allen, "Come to Allen, help me, and we will send him back to his room to sleep. Go to sleep too, don't burn your body."

"it is good."

Yan Jiang was really tired. This time, Song Ci and Allen were rounded and flattened without waking up.

Put Yan Jiang in the master bedroom to lie down, fearing that he would wake up at night and be afraid of the dark, Song Ci deliberately turned on a wall lamp. "Alan, go and rest, I'll go back right away."

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

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

Instead of going home, she went to the Sabbath.

Standing in the hall of the resting hall, staring at Song Fei's urn, Song Ci smiled wryly, and couldn't help asking, "Song Fei, are you satisfied? Are you satisfied when you see that A Jiang is mad for you?"

How could Song Fei answer her?

After stroking his fingers on the cold 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 resting hall and saw Han Zhan.

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

"A Song told me." Han Zhan came over and covered Song Ci's eyes, "Go home, you can also go back and have a good sleep."

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

"Close your eyes, don't open your eyes." Han Zhan's tone was domineering and could not be ignored.

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

Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cheeks that had lost a lot of weight recently, and felt a little bit of distress in his heart. When he got home, he carried Song Ci to 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 his phone, walked out of the master bedroom, and went to the conference room.

"Mr. Han."

Han Zhan didn't answer.

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

"When the matter is 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 managing money, Maybe there is enough money to beg a daughter-in-law.

Without worries, the man can feel at ease. "Thank you, Mr. Han, I will do my best to handle the things you explained."

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

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

Han Zhan unhurriedly nailed an iron nail into the opponent's heart, causing the opponent to feel uneasy. "I will do it!"

Han Zhan hung up the phone, unbuttoned his shirt impatiently, and scolded, "You stupid thing, you have to sit in prison."

After scolding, Han Zhan regained his indifferent and calm look of integrity. -

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

After Du Lengsheng passed away, Xinqiao Hospital became Du Tingting's business. Du Tingting has been used to living a pampered life these years, and she has no intention of taking care of the property under her name.

Therefore, the nominal chairman of this hospital is Du Tingting, but in fact the person in power 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 their families are not allowed to enter.

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

Mu Mian walked in from outside the door, and the lights in the corridor hit his shadow on the ground and stretched it out into the shape of a devil.

Mu Mian walked into the ward and stared at the woman on the bed who was limp after being injected with sleeping potion. The girl is thin, and her already white cheeks are more like a fool under the light, pale and pale.

No one could have imagined that Song Fei, who had already 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 and at the end of the bed. She completely lost her ability to move, and she couldn't escape with her wings!

Song Fei had already woken up, but the effect of the medicine had not yet dissipated. Her bones were limp, and she couldn't open her eyelids, so she could only narrow a slit.

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

Song Fei squinted at Mu Mian, her lips moved, and she was speechless.

Mu Mian suddenly said: "Actually, that time, you have already regained consciousness." Mu Mian's words were ignorant, but Song Fei understood.

Mu Mian: "In the sanatorium, I took your blood and sent it to match Mu Qiu's blood for a test. You disappeared the next night. You sensed the danger and escaped when I wasn't paying attention."

Song Fei's disappearance directly disrupted all of Mu Mian's plans, causing him a lot of headaches. "Song Fei, you really impress me."

Song Fei's lips twitched again, as if she had something to say.

Mu Mian thought she was powerless, so he bent down tenderly, showing a look of listening intently. "Speak, I'll listen." After speaking, Mu Mian heard Song Fei say—

"Call your mother."

After speaking, Song Fei spat out a mouthful of saliva on Mu Mian's face.

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