Song Fei curled up on the sofa as if she had no bones, she was playing Nikki-Dress UP Queen. After matching the clothes, Song Fei clicked Submit, and used the picky immunity skill once during the PK process.
PK result—
fail!
Staring at the word failure, Song Fei curled her lips. "Garbage game!" Krypton gold takes time!
The doorknob turned suddenly. Song Fei heard the slight movement. She quickly put away her phone, and when she looked up, she saw Yan Jiang pushing the door and walking in.
Yan Jiang was carrying a bag in his hand, his clothes were wrinkled, and his exhausted demeanor gave him a dejected look.
Yan Jiang was very busy during this time, he did not expect that the case he was in charge of would cause such a big commotion. He worked overtime for two consecutive days, and today he finally got half a day off and came back from get off work at noon.
Walking into the room and seeing Song Fei in the living room, Yan Jiang subconsciously stroked his hair. He hasn't washed his hair for several days, and his short hair stands on end, a little greasy. This will damage his handsome and unrestrained image in Song Fei's heart.
"You're back?" Yan Jiangchong grinned at Song Fei, without the blessing of starlight, the former number one handsome man in the entertainment industry looked silly and innocent.
Smelling the smell of sweat on Yan Jiang's body, Song Fei pinched her nose in disgust. "It stinks."
"I'm going to take a shower now." Yan Jiang hurried into the toilet, took a quick shower, and scrubbed his hair twice.
He came out of the toilet wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and when he saw Song Fei standing against the wall, he stood still for a moment.
Song Fei sneered, picked up the trousers on the bed and threw them to Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang quickly put on his pants, feeling 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 Miracle Nuan Nuan, Yan Jiang felt a little helpless. "You still play this? You have recharged 20,000, and I haven't seen any results from your game."
Song Fei had a lot of dissatisfaction with this game, and she couldn't help complaining: "The designer of this game has a brain problem and doesn't understand aesthetics!" Every outfit of hers is obviously very good-looking, but she fails again and again, which is unfair!
"I'll help you." Yan Jiang took Song Fei's phone, looked at the PK theme, ordered a few sets of equipment for Nuan Nuan, and clicked Submit.
Soon, the PK got the result, and Yan Jiang won completely.
"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 turned cold. "My aesthetics are fine." She refused to admit that she didn't understand aesthetics.
Yan Jiang: "No, there is something wrong with your aesthetics."
"Say it again." Song Fei raised her eyebrows, staring at Yan Jiang with a pair of extremely dangerous eyes, full of threats.
Yan Jiang looked at death and said, "If you really have no problem with aesthetics, you would have agreed to be my girlfriend a long time ago. You can't even look down on someone as good-looking as me, and you still say you have no problem with aesthetics."
Facing the increasingly thick-skinned Yan Jiang, Song Fei chose to ignore him.
She quit Nikki-Dress UP Queen, hesitated again and again, and deleted this garbage game.
After deleting the game, Song Fei felt refreshed.
Seeing that Song Fei finally deleted the krypton gold game, Yan Jiang was secretly relieved. People like Song Fei are not suitable for playing Nikki-Dress UP Queen, she is suitable for playing Dead Space.
Bloody violence can be said to fit Song Fei's character very well.
There were no games to play, so Song Fei picked up her hat and put it on, planning to go out. Yan Jiang hurriedly asked her: "Are you going out? Where are you going?"
"Just turn around."
"I'll accompany you." When he arrived in this city, no one knew Yan Jiang. He completely lost the burden of being an idol, and he didn't even bother to wear a sun hat, so he just followed Song Fei out of the house.
The people here are all dark-skinned, and Song Fei, who is slender and fair-skinned, is very eye-catching among the crowd. Yan Jiang stared at the men around him, seeing that they were secretly looking at Song Fei, he felt displeased for a while.
He stepped forward quickly and grabbed Song Fei's hand. "Hold hands with your brother, okay?"
Song Fei glanced at him and didn't agree, but she didn't pull out her hand either.
Accustomed to living a life of glamor and luxury in the east city, life in Kinshasa is really boring to Yan Jiang, and he can't find any interesting entertainment items when he goes out. Yan Jiang thought about taking Song Fei to a river cruise, but someone died in that river some time ago, so he didn't want to take Song Fei to that kind of place.
"Where are we going to play?" Yan Jiang asked for Song Fei's opinion.
It's really boring to wander around. After thinking about it, Song Fei said, "Let's go to the zoo. The zoo here is a bit interesting." The animals in the zoo here are all wild animals transported from the African prairie. Song Fei has grown so big, she has never seen any wild animals in Africa.
"Then let's ride."
Yan Jiang found a bicycle and took Song Fei to the downtown zoo.
Arriving at the gate of the zoo, Yan Jiang was already sweating from the heat. He tore open his collar to fan the wind, revealing his sexy collarbone socket.
Song Fei came over suddenly, straightened his neckline, and taught him: "A beautiful boy should pay more attention to his image and protect himself. It's not elegant to dress like this."
Yan Jiang suspected that Song Fei was afraid that others would covet his beauty. He was elated, and deliberately provoked 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, seeming a little annoyed. Yan Jiang chased after her, leaned into Song Fei's ear and said, "But only you 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, and then took out her mobile phone to take a few photos.
"A Jiang, stand there." Song Fei signaled Yan Jiang to stand by the fence and take a photo with the elephant.
Yan Jiang obediently walked over to take pictures, and when Song Fei was about to press the camera button, this man who had appeared in VOGUE magazine several times and claimed to be a male god, raised his scissors hands, grinned like It's a little fool.
After Song Fei finished taking the photo, she lowered her head and stared at the photo for a while, then silently transferred the photo to the private cloud album.
Yan Jiang suddenly waved at her, "You come too, let's take a photo together."
Song Fei hesitated, but still walked over. She was half a head shorter than Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang had to bend down to be even with her. Song Fei held the phone and counted down: "Three, two, one!"
Just after counting, he was suddenly kissed on the cheek. Song Fei shook her hand and pressed the camera button.
She raised her head slowly, and looked at Yan Jiang with those eyes that could freeze people to death. "Want to die?" Song Fei's tone was so cold that he could shake off ice scum.
Yan Jiang: "I like you. I couldn't help the cheating just now. If you can't help but feel guilty, then you can kill me." Yan Jiang put on an appearance that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
Song Fei didn't say anything, just patted Yan Jiang's neck and left.
Yan Jiang finds it incredible that she just let him go
Song Fei really dotes on him!
Yan Jiang hurriedly chased after Song Fei. When catching up with Song Fei, Yan Jiang saw Song Fei applying lipstick, and he stared at Song Fei's pink lips, distracted.
At this time, Yan Jiang suddenly felt a little itchy on his body. He scratched it once, 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 very itchy. There won't be fleas here, right?"
Song Fei bent her lips, ignored Yan Jiang, and continued to look at her giraffe.
Yan Jiang scratched so hard that his skin was almost torn. He accidentally saw Song Fei's smiling expression, and realized that something was wrong with him.
"Song Fei, when you touched my neck just now, did you get something on your finger?" During this time, Song Fei has been pampering Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang has almost forgotten what a cruel and savage woman Song Fei is. .
She was the witch who dared to shoot through the tires of the suitor's car since she was a child!
Song Fei smiled sarcastically, and said leisurely: "This is a newly developed thing, you are the first mouse to be tested, I call it a cute tickle."
cute ghost!
Yan Jiang scratched his neck and collarbone hard, begging her while scratching: "Song Fei, give me the antidote, my neck hurts so much."
Song Fei shook her head with a dull face, "No."
Yan Jiang: "Really not?"
Song Fei nodded seriously, "The poison has just been developed, and there is no time to develop the antidote."
Yan Jiang whispered: "Song Fei, you are ruthless, as for what, I kiss you secretly and you will revenge me like this, you! Me! Me"
"How are you?" Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang intently, not believing that Yan Jiang dared to hit her.
Yan Jiang is a coward, and he doesn't have the guts to do anything to her.
Yan Jiang stepped forward suddenly, lowered his head to hold Song Fei's cheek, and kissed her directly while she was not paying attention. After kissing until the skin on the collarbone itched unbearably again, Yan Jiang let go of Song Fei.
While tickling, he provoked Song Fei, "It doesn't matter, just kiss enough!" The little coward has long since turned into a big bad wolf, not only not afraid of her, but also wants to eat her all the time.
Song Fei was rarely sluggish, motionless.
After winning a game, Yan Jiang finally felt at ease. He touched his lips, the touch of kissing Song Fei just now was really wonderful and soft, addictive.
Yan Jiang wanted to kiss again.
But seeing Song Fei's cold gaze, Yan Jiang didn't dare to offend again. I just kissed Song Fei just now, but Song Fei was unprepared. Now that Song Fei has become vigilant, Yan Jiang will never succeed again.
As if looking at Yan Jiang too much would make her eyes dirty, Song Fei turned around and left, walking quickly.
Yan Jiang strode to catch up with her, and he walked side by side with her, and will be stubborn to the end. "I kissed you without your consent. I admit it was my fault. I am willing to be beaten and scolded, but I will do it again next time."
Song Fei snorted coldly, "You've learned a lot."
Yan Jiang: "You said that boys have to be brave. Crying and crying are annoying. I'm braver now, so you can't dislike me."
"Ah"
Song Fei walked faster and faster.
Yan Jiang followed her for a few steps and stopped suddenly when he noticed something. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at his neck and collarbone, and murmured, "Why doesn't it itch?"
Thinking of something, Yan Jiang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Song Fei heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and she kept walking. Suddenly, her arm was pinched by the chasing person. Song Fei had no choice but to stop, raised her head, and met Shangyan Jiang's smiling eyes.
The man had turned black, but his appearance was still handsome. Sure enough, good-looking people are regardless of skin color.
"I know where the antidote is." Yan Jiang's eyes were shining, and his tone couldn't hide his excitement.
Song Fei: "There is really no antidote."
Yan Jiang suddenly leaned over and kissed Song Fei again. This time, he kissed very gently, as if kissing wind and rain, carefully.
After letting go of Song Fei, Yan Jiang pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "You put the antidote on your lips, didn't you?" What she put on wasn't lipstick at all, but itching powder. antidote.
Within two seconds, Song Fei's cheeks were completely flushed.
Song Fei was still dying, "It's really not. The effect of the itching powder can only last for a few minutes. There is no such thing as an antidote." She refused to admit that there was such a thing as an antidote.
Yan Jiang had already experienced Song Fei's duplicity, so he didn't believe Song Fei's explanation at all.
Looking at Song Fei's blushing cheeks, Yan Jiang's heart was as if soaked in a honey jar, sweet. "Song Fei, you are so cute." Song Fei was terribly cruel, and she was terribly cute.
Song Fei turned her gaze coldly, "Shut up!"
Because of that kiss, Yan Jiang was in a state of excitement all afternoon.
When he got home at night, seeing that Fu Hanshen and the others hadn't come back yet, Yan Jiang called Song Fei into the room and told her mysteriously, "I have a good thing here."
Yan Jiang took out a pack of hot pot base ingredients from under the bed, and he said slyly, "I just brought a few packs and saved them for you to eat. They're not here today, so I'm willing to take them out."
Song Fei stared at the hot pot base package in his hand, the glaciers in his eyes were gradually melting, and a tree of early spring peach blossoms bloomed.
There are no ingredients at home, only some meat. Song Fei misses the domestic hot pot, she said: "I really want to eat fish balls and spinach."
"I'll buy it for you tomorrow." I just don't know if there are spinach and fish balls for sale here.
The next morning, the two went out together. Yan Jiang sent Song Fei to the hospital gate, watched her go in, and then went back to work in the bureau.
At noon, Yan Jiang compiled the analysis data into a report, and then pushed a dissected body into the freezer, ready to eat.
At this moment, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, one after another, as if desperately.
Yan Jiang took off his gloves, washed his hands, and then took out his phone. Seeing that the caller was Song Fei's teacher Fu Hanshen, I felt inexplicably uneasy.
Teacher Fu rarely contacted him, what happened
After pressing the answer button, Yan Jiang put the phone close to his ear when he heard Fu Hanshen say in a very heavy tone: "Yan Jiang, something happened to Song Fei."
Yan Jiang's pupils trembled slightly.
"What's the matter?" His voice still sounded calm. Listen carefully to hear the slightest trill.
"Yesterday, a group of infected patients were found in the Limeide district. Their post-infection reactions were somewhat different from those of other patients. I arranged for Song Fei to go there to collect blood from the infected patients for research. Unexpectedly, there There was an explosion all of a sudden, and several buildings were directly blown up, and the clinic where Song Fei went was already reduced to rubble."
Fu Hanshen said something else, but Yan Jiang could no longer hear it.
There was a constant buzzing in his head.
He had only one thought on 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'm here."
That smile made Fu Han's hair stand on end. "Yan Jiang" How could he laugh
Yan Jiangwu said to himself: "Mr. Fu, don't be joking. I'll go buy some fish balls and spinach later. Song Fei promised to have hot pot with me tonight. If you are free at night, come along and sneak back , don’t let other colleagues know.”
Kinshasa, which is near the equator, has high temperatures all year round, but Fu Hanshen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar after hearing Yan Jiang's melting, and his whole body was icy cold.
It's over, Yan Jiang is crazy!
"Yan Jiang." Fu Hanshen tried to stay calm and told him, "You are waiting in the bureau, and I will pick you up in a car. Let's go to the scene of the explosion together."
Yan Jiang hung up the phone directly.
Fu Hanshen soon arrived at the gate of the police station. Yan Jiang was dressed in a white suit and stood at the gate of the police station. His tall body stood tall and carved with jade, which was the most beautiful scenery in Kinshasa.
Fu Hanshen sat in the car and looked at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang was talking to a colleague, and when he was talking, there was a faint smile on his cheek, evil and ruffian. Staring at Yan Jiang's smiling face, Fu Han's heart twisted into a ball.
Fu Han pressed the horn deeply.
Yan Jiang turned his head and saw Fu Hanshen, the light in his eyes froze slightly. "Teacher Fu." He greeted him with a smile and got into the car.
Enduring the pain in his heart, Fu Han reminded him in a deep voice: "Fasten your seat belts, let's go to Limeide District."
Yan Jiang obediently fastened his seat belt.
Along the way, Yan Jiang was very quiet, even playing with his mobile phone. Fu Hanshen pinched the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, and wanted to stop the car several times, trying to grab Yan Jiang's shoulders to shake him awake.
People who pretend to be asleep are the saddest people.
Finally, they reached the Limeid district. From a long distance away, Fu Hanshen saw the ashen-faced, blood-covered people on the side of the street, crying with their arms in their arms.
In the distance, the building destroyed by the bomb has become a ruin.
Fu Hanshen didn't have the courage to go any further.
He stopped the car, raised his hand tremblingly to cover his face, and said with a sob: "It's right in front."
Staring at the ruins in front of him, Yan Jiang's calm expression gradually became serious. His chest rose and fell violently, and he felt short of breath.
"She'll be fine." Yan Jiang comforted himself: "Back then when the whole city of Bijiang collapsed, I dug her out. This time, she won't die either!"
Yan Jiang put on his seat belt and got out of the car.
Everyone else was fleeing to the scene of the war zone, only he was alone, swimming against the current.
The ruins in front of him were still raising dust. As soon as Yan Jiang approached the ruins, he coughed out. He coughed until his eyes hurt and turned red, but he still straightened his back and went deep into the center of the ruins.
In the ruins, there were broken limbs everywhere, and he saw some corpses. Someone who was still alive grabbed Yan Jiang's calf and said in the local language, "Help me!"
Yan Jiang bent down and gently removed the hand, "I can't save you."
He stood up and walked forward. The wounded patients on the ground were struggling in pain. He kept his eyes on and walked towards the clinic.
The clinic had been bombed into ruins, and the bodies on the ground could not be identified. Yan Jiang rummaged there, shouting. "Song Fei!"
"A Fei!"
"Where are you?"
No one responded to him.
Yan Jiang's legs began to tremble, and he staggered to find the corpses, this one was not, and this one was not
Suddenly, his eyes froze.
He saw a thin body, she was alone under the rubble, and the small black backpack was next to her.
Yan Jiang recognized the clothes. When she went out this morning, Song Fei was wearing this T-shirt.
Song Fei died, and her body was not complete.
Yan Jiang's world collapsed in an instant. A mournful cry tore through Yan Jiang's throat and mouth: "Song Fei!"
Fu Hanshen ran over through the dust, and when he heard this heart-piercing cry, he was taken aback and his scalp went numb. Fu Hanshen just stood there, staring at the scene before him in shock.
My heart is going to break. -
China.
International headlines: [An explosion occurred in the Limeid district of the capital of country J, causing numerous casualties. Ms. Song Fei, a virus research expert stationed in country J in aid of Africa, died unfortunately]
This piece of news is just one of many pieces of news, and it didn't cause any splash at all. But a hand hidden in the dark, manipulating public opinion and traffic, quietly pushed this topic to the hot spot on Sina Weibo's homepage.
On this day, Zheng Suyue, the daughter of the Zheng family, a scholarly family, invited Song Ci to her birthday party. This woman named Zheng Suyue was the lady who met Song Ci and Han Zhan at the birthday party of the old lady of the Cheng family.
Zheng Suyue is a good friend with Song Ci, who was also invited to Song Ci's wedding, and she even gave Song Ci an expensive wedding gift.
After receiving Zheng Suyue's birthday invitation, Song Ci naturally wanted to go.
At the wedding of Song Ci and Han Zhan a few days ago, only the closest family members and friends were invited. At the wedding banquet, Zheng Suyue and the others saw Mo Yao, Shen Yubei, Di Rongrong, and diplomat Jin Luolan all sitting at the groom's family table, so they knew that Han Zhan was not as ordinary as he seemed.
Just kidding, can ordinary people be family members with the richest man in Asia, an international singer, and a well-known female diplomat
Obviously, Han Zhan is the mysterious boss who hides his identity!
Everyone is human and knows what to say and what not to say. Therefore, several days had passed since the wedding, and there was not a single word about what was seen and heard at the wedding scene.
Except for the closest friend, no one knows that Brother Han of Song Ci's family is a big boss!
Since getting married, Song Ci has rarely shown her face in public. It has been more than a month since she attended the birthday party of the old lady of the Cheng family last time.
Those who didn't know it would think that Song Ci married an ordinary man and lived a trivial life of rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and the scenery must be gone.
Everyone is curious about what the former No. 1 lady looks like now.
As soon as Song Ci appeared on the stage, he was noticed. "Song Ci is here." With a soft call, many people looked sideways at the gate.
Song Ci approached Zheng's living room in style. She was wearing a water pink tube top mermaid evening dress with long hair in a bun, revealing her forehead and beautiful cheeks.
Song Ci wore only a pair of diamond earrings all over her body. Her slender and graceful neck was clean, her protruding collarbone was sexy, and her swaying willow waist was enchanting.
She was radiant and radiant, with a peerless elegance that overshadowed all the beauties in the audience.
Seeing this, a beautiful woman curled her lips and muttered sourly, "Why is she still so good-looking? Don't they say that married women will be made ugly by trivial things in daily life?" Why did this law apply to Song Ci, It doesn't work anymore
After the woman finished muttering, she was shocked to hear Song Ci's voice sounding in front of her: "Wen Shu, what are you saying bad about me?"
Wen Shu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Song Ci who was next to him with beautiful eyes, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Song Ci suddenly approached Wen Shu, and whispered next to her ear, "Wrong, you won't become ugly when you get married, and love will nourish you to make you more beautiful."
Song Ci specially emphasized the pronunciation of the word "nourishing".
Wen Shu's face turned even redder when he thought of the funny things among adults, "You, why are you still so unprincipled?"
Song Ci spread out her hands and made a helpless expression, "I can't help it. These days, serious women are no longer popular."
"shameless!"
Song Ci knew that Wen Shu had no bad intentions, so she stopped teasing her and turned to find Zheng Suyue.
She chose a pair of suet jade earrings for Zheng Suyue as a birthday present.
Influenced by her family, Zheng Suyue dislikes gold and diamonds, but only loves jadeite. 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've been busy all the time, and I don't have time." Liang Bo participated in a popular singing PK show 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 already afternoon after recording the show, she had a meal with Liang Bo, and then went home to make up and change her dress. Up to now, I haven't checked Weibo yet.
Hearing Zheng Suyue's question about this, Song Ci opened the dinner bag and asked while looking for her mobile phone: "What happened on Weibo again?"
Zheng Suyue watched her movements, hesitated to speak, wanted to speak but dared not.
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 research viruses?"
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 the matter? Something happened over there?"
Zheng Suyue's expression also became serious, she couldn't bear to tell Song Ci the truth, and reminded her gently: "Song Song, you should read Weibo by yourself."
Song Ci's eyelids twitched wildly.
When she opened Weibo, she saw that there was a topic of #J国都都爆炸# on Weibo's hot search, and the word 'boiling' was marked behind this topic.
She tried to calm down and opened the topic, and saw the most popular report—
International headlines: [An explosion occurred in the Limeid district of the capital of country J, causing numerous casualties. Ms. Song Fei, a virus research expert stationed in country J in aid of Africa, was unfortunately killed and killed]
When she saw the words 'Virus expert Ms. Song', Song Ci's heart tightened suddenly. "How come?" Song Ci's phone was a little unsteady.
Zheng Suyue hurriedly supported her waist, and whispered softly in her ear: "Song Song, there is a detailed message about this Ms. Song in the comment area, you should first check to see if it is your sister, don't make a mistake. "
Song Ci nodded in a panic before opening the message area.
In the comment area, the most liked comment reads—
[It is reported that the virus expert surnamed Song who passed away was Song Fei, the only disciple of Mr. Fu Hanshen, the master of virology in my country, and he 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 in memory, and she can never forget anything.
In addition, she also has amazing talents in the fields of chemistry and viruses. At the age of 10, Song Fei was personally invited by the chairman of the high IQ club Mensa to join the Mensa club and become an elite member of the club]
After this popular science message, countless netizens knelt down and called out the boss.
Song Ci stared at the long row of popular science information, her mind was blank.
How did that happen
Song Ci suddenly said: "I'm leaving first, Su Yue, and we'll make an appointment another day."
"good."
Song Ci staggered out of Zheng's living room, losing all manner and demeanor, which attracted many people's attention. After she walked out of Zheng's house, she got into her car.
The driver, Asong, saw that she came out so quickly, and his face was still pale. He thought that Song Ci had been bullied at Zheng's house, so he asked with a slightly fierce expression, "Ma'am, did someone bully you?"
"No." Song Ci told Ah Song while making a phone call, "Take me to Zeus!"
"good!"
During the phone call, Song Ci's hands were shaking. She waved her fingers over the word Song Fei for a long time before closing her eyes and pressing down firmly.
The phone couldn't be reached, and she was reminded every time that the other party's mobile phone could not be connected. Song Ci's heart gradually fell into the abyss, his hands became colder and colder, and his back was covered with cold sweat.
She called Yan Jiang again, but the phone of the other party was turned off.
Helpless, Song Ci had no choice but to call Fu Hanshen.
For the first time, Fu Hanshen didn't answer, but for the second time, Fu Han finally connected. "Song Ci." Fu Hanshen's tone was heavy with grief, which made Song Ci's heart skip a beat.
"Mr. Fu, where is my sister? Why can't she get through on the phone?" Song Ci asked obliquely, but she didn't dare to ask him: Is the dead person my sister
Fu Han rubbed his wet eyes deeply, and he seemed to be sobbing, before he said: "I'm sorry Song Ci, I'm useless, I lost your sister, I can't bring her home!" The headache on the phone started to cry.
Song Ci listened in a daze, her heart numb with pain.
After a while, the phone fell from Song Ci's hand to the bottom of the car. She bit the back of her hand with her teeth and cried silently.
Seeing Song Ci crying, Ah Song was at a loss for a while. Asong had a stupid mouth and didn't know how to comfort Song Ci. He stepped on the gas pedal, picked up the speed, and ran towards Zeus.
The car stopped at the gate of Zeus, Song Ci got out of the car with red eyes, looked up and saw the tall figure standing in front of the gate of Zeus Building.
Song Ci ran over and threw himself into Han Zhan's arms.
"Han Zhan!" Song Ci cried and slipped from his arms, "Han Zhan, my sister is dead, she is dead!"
Han Zhan held her arm, and his calm and mellow voice finally lost his composure and became disorganized, "Cibao, get up."
"Song Fei is dead!"
"Song Fei doesn't want me anymore!"
"she died"
Song Ci cried so heartbroken that she almost fainted in Han Zhan's arms.
Han Zhan pulled her and put her in his arms, "Song Ci, calm down, you can't fall down!"
Song Ci cried with snot and tears, and couldn't hear what Han Zhan was saying. She finally passed out in his arms and lost consciousness.
Han Zhan carried Song Ci back to the office and put her on the small bed.
Li Li heard from the secretary that Mrs. Han had fainted, and was carried back to the office by Mr. Han. Worried about Song Ci's health, Li Li hurriedly came to Han Zhan's office to greet him.
Li Li looked at Song Ci who was unconscious on the bed but still had tears on his face, and subconsciously frowned. "Sister-in-law, what's the matter?"
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."
Hearing this, Li Li was astonished.
Looking at Song Ci's tears streaming down his face, Li Li couldn't help feeling worried, "Then what should the sister-in-law do? She finally waited for her sister to wake up, only a few months after the reunion, Song Fei died."
This is after taking someone 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, and he suggested that Han Zhan should not come to work tomorrow. "You spend more time with Mrs. Sister-in-law, don't let her be alone, lest she get overwhelmed."
"Naturally." Han Zhan couldn't leave all his work behind, he said to Li Li: "Long Zhize from the KT consortium will arrive at Wangdong tomorrow morning, and he is going to visit the Zeus spacecraft R&D center, Li Li, you can entertain him for me. "
"good."
After Song Fei's death, Song Ci was in a daze for several days.
On this day, dark clouds covered the blue sky and white clouds, and the dark sky seemed to fall from it at any time, making people breathless.
Song Ci sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through the chat records between her and Song Fei. Although she didn't cry anymore, she looked haggard.
Han Zhan put a windbreaker on her body and turned off her mobile phone screen.
Song Ci didn't move, like a wooden sculpture.
"Porcelain treasure." Han Zhan held her cold fingers and told her: "Today is the day when the overseas Chinese from country J return." Han Zhan saw Song Ci's eyes rolling slightly a few times, and said, "It's also Song Fei's return to the country." Days, we have to pick her up."
Song Ci nodded slightly.
"good."
Today, a group of reporters came to the airport, and their cameras were aimed at the passage exit.
Ten minutes later, the nationals of country J will come out. I heard that the ashes of Ms. Song Fei, a virus expert who died in the explosion accident in country J, will also arrive today. The reporters all want to take pictures of this regrettable and painful scene.
Song Ci stood with all the family members, looking at the exit quietly and silently. Some of the reporters recognized Song Ci and found it strange.
The sound of footsteps and talking suddenly came from the passage. 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 their feet on the land of Huaguo, these expatriates who had just experienced the threat of life and death finally showed a reassuring smile on their faces.
After laughing, I couldn't help but want to cry.
What is a country
It is the old father of the 1.4 billion Chinese people. When you encounter a storm outside, he is your shelter from the wind. With a country, you are never adrift.
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 happy scene was 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 fifties and sixties, and the youngest was only in their thirties.
The leading man is Fu Hanshen, the best and most outstanding virus expert in Huaguo.
Fu Hanshen held a small black box in his hand.
The reporter hurried forward to interview Fu Hanshen. Fu Hanshen talked to them a few words, and then 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 hard. After returning to China, you should take a good rest for a while." The reporters were very sensible, and hurriedly retreated tacitly.
Holding Song Fei's ashes in his hands, Fu Hanshen searched the middle of the family area with his eyes. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the back of the crowd.
There, stood a woman in a black coat, crying silently.
On the day her parents were buried, Song Ci was also dressed in black, and buried them alone with one shovel after another. 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, stared at Fu Hanshen's haggard face, and said, "Mr. Fu, thank you for your hard work."
Putting her hands on Song Fei's urn, touching the cold jar, Song Ci was heartbroken when she thought that such a proud Song Fei had turned into a handful of ashes in this jar.
"Sister, Teacher Fu brought you back to the country. Next, I will take you home."
Song Fei died.
Well, Sister Fei is still alive.
Will you give me a monthly pass at the beginning of the month? ? ? ? ? ?
(end of this chapter)