"husband."
Mu Mian: "Huh?" He was still angry, and his voice was naturally a little angry.
Du Tingting said suddenly, "Song Fei is awake."
Mu Mian's words sounded a bit inexplicable, Mu Mian said: "I know she's awake." Song Fei had already visited his house, did he know that Song Fei was awake
Du Tingting held the corner of the desk tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "If you really gave Song Fei's heart to Qiu'er, then you would be killing people, husband!"
Mu Mian was taken aback.
He was a little guilty, he stammered and said: "At that time, Song Fei fell asleep for eight years, and even the doctor said that the possibility of her waking up was almost zero. How did I know that she would really wake up!"
"Seeing that child Song Fei today, don't you feel guilty?" Du Tingting's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and she said, "I dare not look directly into that child's eyes. When I saw her, I Just think of the crime you almost committed against her once."
Inside the house, the couple were arguing in low voices. Outside the house, Mu Qiu overheard the conversation between her parents. The expression on her face was uncertain, and her heart was full of shock. In order to save her, her father almost killed Song Fei!
So, Sister Song Fei's heart really suits her
"Tingting, let me be quiet for a while, okay?" Mu Mian didn't want to continue discussing this matter with Du Tingting, and his brain hurt. Seeing Mu Mian rubbing her temples again, Du Tingting's eyes softened.
She told Mu Mian in a gentle voice: "Then you have a good rest, I'm going to sleep too."
Du Tingting opened the door of the study and walked out, turned around to go back to the room, and saw the corner of the skirt flashing by at the corner of the stairs.
Du Tingting asked: "Qiuer?"
Mu Qiu stepped back and stood on the platform, staring down at Du Tingting. "Mom, what's the matter?"
Seeing that Mu Qiu's expression was normal, she guessed that she hadn't heard her conversation with her husband, so Du Tingting was relieved. "Don't play with your phone at noon, sleep for a while."
"Okay. Then I'll go back to my room."
The mother and daughter outside the house went back to their respective rooms, and in the study, Mu Mian was really depressed. He pressed his aching head, then turned on the computer, logged in to a website, and checked the conversation center.
1: [Hello, RH negative blood is rare, and we haven't found a heart that suits your requirements yet, so we have to wait.]
Seeing this reply, Mu Mian's head hurt even more.
Is it really that rare
Holding a glimmer of hope, Mu Mian replied to the other party: [I have money, I can add more money, but my daughter's time is running out, and I really can't continue to spend it any longer. Can you guys think of a way?]
The other party shows that they have been typing.
A few minutes later, the message came.
1: [I can't kill people for you.]
1: [Wait a minute, we are trying our best to find it.]
Mu Mian seemed to see hope.
After Song Ci and the sisters left Mu's house, they walked to the gate of Zijing Capital and waited for a while before Long Yu came. After getting in the car, Song Ci was a little sleepy, so she dozed off against the window with her pillow in her arms.
Song Fei supported Song Ci's shoulders, and pressed her head on her thigh. "It's better to sleep like this."
Song Ci rubbed her head against Song Fei's lap and fell asleep. Song Fei also felt sleepy. She raised her head and closed her eyes for a lunch break. Just when she was about to fall asleep, the inside of her trouser pocket that was close to her thigh vibrated.
Song Fei took out her phone and received a text message.
1: [S, I have replied to the other party according to your instructions.]
Song Fei moved her fingers and replied to the other party's message: [We must kill all hopes of Mu Mian.]
1: [Received.]
Long Yu sent Song Fei to Yan Jiang's house first, and then sent Song Ci back. Song Fei got out of the car, entered the house, and after confirming that Yan Jiang was not at home, she went to Yan Jiang's study and turned on Yan Jiang's computer.
Song Fei logged into her WeChat, and entered a memorable phone number in the add friend box. Through that number, Song Fei really found Fu Hanshen's WeChat.
Fu Hanshen's WeChat name is very simple, it's called 'F'. Song Fei clicked Add Friend, wrote two words in the Friend Add application, and sent it.
Fu Hanshen returned home at night, turned on the computer, and habitually logged into WeChat to check messages, when he saw a new friend request. He didn't think much about it, and opened it directly to add details.
The person who added him was a stranger, his WeChat name was S, and there were only two words in the friend request message——
teacher.
Fu Han was slightly taken aback, his heart beating much faster.
teacher
Although he also went to the school to give lectures, those students all respectfully called him Professor Fu. His students are all over the world, but there is only one person who is really qualified to call him a teacher.
Song Fei, his only lover.
But that child became a vegetable eight years ago.
Is it her
Fu Hanshen hesitated, and clicked Pass.
Yan Jiang was busy with work that day, so he would not be able to go home until very late. When it was time to eat, he ordered a dinner for Song Fei on the Meituan takeaway. Song Fei ate the lean meat porridge that Yan Jiang ordered for her, and drank a can of kelp pork rib soup before returning to the study.
Seeing that Fu Hanshen had already approved her WeChat friend request, Song Ci quickly sat down on the chair.
She sent a message to Fu Hanshen.
Song Fei: [Teacher.]
The other end quickly sent a reply, Fu Hanshen: [Who are you?]
Song Fei directly sent a video request to Fu Hanshen.
Fu Hanshen did not answer the video for a long time, and Song Fei was not in a hurry, and let the video continue to ring. Just when the video was about to hang up automatically, Fu Hanshen grabbed the last few seconds and connected the video.
A fair and beautiful cold face jumped into Fu Hanshen's sight. Seeing that face, Fu Hanshen knew it was his lover Song Fei. That world-weary and arrogant demeanor is something that no one else can learn.
Fu Hanshen couldn't believe that Song Fei had really woken up. He was a little agitated and his lips trembled. "Xiao Fei" said Xiao Fei, and Fu Hanshen was a little speechless.
Song Fei looked at Fu Hanshen silently. After a while, she curled her lips and said with some disgust, "Teacher, you have gray hair." Song Fei eight years ago still had a girlish voice. Suddenly hearing Song Fei's cold, snowy voice, Fu Han trembled deeply, and suddenly hung up the video.
He got up, stepped on the messy copies all over the floor, and hurried to the window.
Fu Han leaned deeply against the window sill, put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and sorted out his thoughts. A quarter of an hour later, Fu Hanshen went back to the desk and sat down, and took the initiative to send a video to Song Fei.
Song Fei had been sitting quietly in front of the computer waiting for a reply. As soon as the video rang, Song Fei clicked to answer. Seeing that Fu Hanshen's mood had calmed down, Song Fei twitched the corners of her lips slightly to Fu Han, and gave a rare smile.
She said, "Teacher, I'm back."
Frowning and looking at his lover, Fu Han said with deep emotion, "I have been waiting for your words for eight years."
(end of this chapter)