Hearing Song Ci's 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 immediately turned around and pointed the camera in their hands at Song Ci and Fu Hanshen. Fu Hanshen bowed his head to Song Ci and cried out sadly.
"Song girl, I'm sorry, I couldn't bring Ah Fei back safely." His tone was sad, and he didn't even have the face to look up at Song Ci while speaking.
Song Ci's tears hit the urn, blurring her vision. "I don't blame you, Teacher Fu, this is Song Fei's own choice." Song Fei is such a stubborn person, who can stop her from doing what she wants to do
It's all her fate.
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 alone.
Song Fei finally abandoned her.
Since then, Song Ci has become a real orphan.
Song Ci walked out of the hall with Song Fei's urn in his arms, and Han Zhan followed Song Ci silently, like a patron saint.
The reporters were a little hesitant. They wanted to catch up with Song Ci and figure out her relationship with Song Fei, but they also had concerns.
Fu Han saw these people's careful thinking, and he couldn't help but feel chilled. "Everyone, go back, don't disturb the peace of the dead."
Hearing this, the reporters turned and left.
Walking out of the airport, there were raindrops hitting Song Ci's cheek. She raised her head and looked at the pattering rain in the sky. Fearing 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 for Song Ci.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and smiled a forced smile. "Brother Han, I'm not cold."
"I'm afraid you're cold."
Song Ci didn't say anything else, she 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, both Song Ci and Han Zhan noticed a man with a dejected expression and an unshaven beard standing beside their car.
At the wedding a few days ago, Song Ci and Yan Jiang passed a video call. At that time, Yan Jiang's face in the camera was a little thinner, but his slender and delicate eyes were always full of vigor and vitality.
Unlike now, it was bleak and lifeless. As if he had lost his soul, he became a walking dead.
Yan Jiang lost weight and looked like a malnourished patient, his face lost its luster. Song Ci had never seen such a decadent Yan Jiang, she stared blankly at Yan Jiang, her heart ached like a knife.
"A Jiang..." She didn't dare to think 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 almost unable to hold on anymore. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, dragging his heavy body slowly, and could fall to the ground at any time, but those 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 drooped slightly, covering those wet 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 most qualified person to deal with Song Fei's funeral, but he still overstepped.
"A Jiang, Song Fei is dead, she is dead." Song Ci was startled, subconsciously hugged the urn tightly, and reminded Yan Jiang that Song Fei had passed away in a hoarse voice.
Although he couldn't bear it, Song Ci still wanted to shatter Yan Jiang's wishful thinking, "When a person dies, he loses everything. What's the point of wanting this handful of ashes?"
Yan Jiang blinked his wet eyelashes.
He smiled wryly, a very ugly smile. "I know she's dead, so I just want her to be with me. If she's with me, I won't be afraid of the dark."
Song Ci was stunned.
"No." Song Ci still rejected Yan Jiang. "One has to look forward, Ah Jiang, you can't stand still and get out."
Taking a step back, Song Ci tightly protected the urn. "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' tombstone, 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 around and left in silence, the back view of walking alone is heartbreaking.
Song Ci felt uncomfortable after rejecting Yan Jiang. Han Zhan put his arms around Song Ci and said, "You're right, he can't take away Song Fei's ashes." You can't imagine what people will do when they go crazy.
Song Ci hummed.
"Yan Jiang's current state is a bit crazy, let's send him back."
"good."
The two followed Yan Jiang all the way and saw Yan Jiang getting into the car of his former assistant Allen. Song Ci quickly opened WeChat and sent a message to Allen, telling him to stay by Yan Jiang's side these days, inseparable.
Allen also knew that Yan Jiang's condition was abnormal. He was worried that Yan Jiang would mess around, so he promised Song Ci that he would never leave Yan Jiang.
Watching Allen send Yan Jiang home, but did not come out again, Song Ci and Han Zhan left.
Song Ci originally planned to pick a good day to bury Song Fei, but Han Zhan, who was never superstitious, found a respectable old man and picked a suitable day for Song Fei to be buried.
The old man had the final say and said that it would be the best day to wait another ten days.
Song Ci felt that Song Fei's life was too hard in this life, and hoped that her next life would be easier and happier, so she listened to the old man's arrangement.
Simply because Song Fei's body had been cremated, and there was only a handful of ashes left, so there was no need to worry about the rotten bones, Song Ci agreed.
She temporarily placed Song Fei's urn in the Dormition Hall, and planned to take it out after a while to bury her.
Knowing that Song Fei had passed away, Du Tingting originally wanted to accompany Song Ci, but she hadn't finished confinement and was inconvenient to go out, so she just made a condolence call to Song Ci.
Song Ci chatted with Du Tingting for a long time, and his depressed mood finally got better.
After hanging up the phone, Du Tingting called Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu answered the phone and called Mom. Du Tingting asked her: "Are you upstairs or at home?"
"upstairs."
"Come to my room, I have something for you to do."
"good."
Soon Mu Qiu came down, and she pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and saw Du Tingting sitting by the bed, staring at a lot of things in a daze. After walking over, Mu Qiu realized that it was some packed baby clothes.
Du Tingting and Mu Mian were very happy when they were old and they bought a lot of baby clothes and toys early on. "Help me take them to the donation box outside the community. Donate everything. It's a waste to keep it."
Du Tingting completely looked away.
It was she who missed the child. Keeping these things is a waste, and simply donating them to those who really need them can be regarded as a blessing for that child.
May he reincarnate 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 to charity directly, and put them in the donation box for fear of being re-sold by someone who is interested." This kind of thing is not uncommon.
"Also."
There are quite a lot of things, Mu Qiu sent them downstairs in two trips and stuffed them into the trunk. She drove the car out from the house, along the tree-shaded asphalt road, Mu Qiu was driving while paying 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, so she stopped the car, lowered the window, and stared at the man carefully.
The man was wearing a mocha-colored casual suit, standing with one hand on his hips at the door of the villa, 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 to ask, "Brother Mo?"
Cheng Yanmo turned around when he heard the sound, and seeing Mu Qiu, he couldn't help but smile. "Bear pajamas?" He stared at the light pink panda pajamas on Mu Qiu, couldn't hold back, reached 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 sharp handsome face, Mu Qiu couldn't help but smile. "So Brother Mo is that mysterious person."
Cheng Yanmo raised his head and glanced at the back, he said, "The house with two podocarpus trees planted at the door is your house?"
Mu Qiu looked back and saw the two well-cared-for and pruned Podocarpus pines, and nodded. "It's my house, we're so close."
Cheng Yanmo: "Well, I want to get 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 right now."
"good."
Mu Qiu's car drove past Cheng Yanmo's house, he looked at the rear of the car until it disappeared, and then turned back. As soon as he turned around, he heard the housekeeper say, "Master, do you know Miss Mu?"
"Yeah." Thinking of Mu Qiu, Cheng Yanmo curled his lips, and said, "She's a very cute girl."
Seeing the young master's love for the girl from the Mu family, the housekeeper was a little worried. "But I heard that Miss Mu suffers from heart disease, and it is said that her time is numbered."
He said, observing Cheng Yanmo's reaction very carefully.
Cheng Yanmo's face was covered with a layer of hesitation, "Don't talk about this." Why does everyone want to remind him that Mu Qiu's time is numbered
Seeing that Cheng Yanmo's attitude changed, the housekeeper figured out something, and he mentioned, "Yesterday I brought someone over to clean up the house, and I heard that the wife of the Mu family had a miscarriage. The young master knew this Miss Mu, If you are free, you can go and sit down."
"Mrs. 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 but did not find Mu Qiu, so he called and heard Mu Qiu say that she was staying with her mother in the hospital and Mrs. Mu was not feeling well.
Come to think of it, Mrs. Mu had a miscarriage that day.
"Prepare gifts, I will visit Mu's house later."
"OK."
Mu Qiu found a courier company, packed the clothes and sent them out. When he came back, he saw Cheng Yanmo holding a gift at the door of his house.
"Brother Mo, are you going to visit my house?" Mu Qiuqiao blushed a little. Does this count as meeting the parents
Cheng Yanmo signaled Mu Qiu to open the door, he said: "I just moved here, it's a courtesy to visit my neighbors."
Mu Qiu opened the door and led him in. She smiled and asked Cheng Yanmo: "There are more than 30 households in Zijing's capital, have you visited all of them?"
Cheng Yanmo glanced at her with deep meaning, and then said leisurely: "There are no beautiful daughters in other families." He had ulterior motives.
Mu Qiu lowered his head after being teased by him.
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. "Qiu'er, who are you talking to?"
A trace of panic flashed across Mu Qiu's face, as if his puppy love had been caught by his parents.
Cheng Yanmo stared at the panic-stricken Mu Qiu, and thought to himself that she is indeed a little girl, she is so cute when she is sneaky in a relationship.
Mu Qiuqiang pretended to be calm and calm, turned around, and looked at Du Tingting. "Mom, this is the new neighbor next door. He came to visit us in Calais."
Du Tingting was very enthusiastic and asked Mu Qiu to bring Cheng Yanmo home. "Ask him to come in quickly." She turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Sister Zhang, take the tea set to the living room. There are guests coming."
Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo entered the living room of Mu's house, just as Du Tingting came out of the kitchen.
Du Tingting stopped, raised her head and took a serious look at this new neighbor. After seeing Cheng Yanmo's appearance clearly, Du Tingting slightly opened her eyes.
"Are you the eldest son of the Cheng family? Young master Cheng Yanmo?" Cheng Yanmo is so famous in Wangdong City. Du Tingting and Mu Mian had seen Cheng Yanmo at several business receptions.
This kid, despite his young age, has a much deeper mind than ordinary people. Mu Mian said that he couldn't even beat this master.
The lenses blocked those stern eyes, and put on a gentle skin for Cheng Yanmo.
He nodded slightly, stared at Mu Qiu's head, smiled, and said: "I just moved here today, and I happened to meet Mu Qiu outside, we are also good friends, and I heard that my aunt has just been discharged from the hospital, so I came here to have a look. "
Cheng Yanmo put those precious skin care products on the table.
"It's fine for people to come, and you are too polite to bring any gifts." Du Tingting hurriedly asked Cheng Yanmo to sit down, "Mr. Cheng, sit down quickly."
Cheng Yanmo unbuttoned his suit before sitting down. Mu Qiu sat on another single seat, and didn't dare to look at Cheng Yanmo the whole time.
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 identities were also very different. Subconsciously, Du Tingting thought that they would have no other relationship.
Du Tingting personally poured a cup of tea for Cheng Yanmo. "Mr. Cheng, drink tea."
Cheng Yanmo took it with both hands, with a very low posture, "Thank you." His humble and polite appearance fell into Du Tingting's eyes, and she 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 just asked casually.
Du Tingting basically knew all of Mu Qiu's friends. It seemed unusual to Du Tingting that she could be friends with Cheng Yanmo, who was several years older than her.
Mu Qiu was restless, feeling that Du Tingting had seen through her relationship with Cheng Yanmo. Seeing Mu Qiu's flustered look, Cheng Yanmo thought it was funny.
"On Grandma Cheng's birthday last time, Dad took me to Cheng Cheng's house. Mr. Cheng and I met that day." Mu Qiu's ears felt a little hot when he thought about what happened in the hotel that night.
"I see."
With Du Tingting's kindness to stay, Cheng Yanmo had lunch at Mu's house.
During the dinner, Cheng Yanmo had a bad idea, deliberately took Mu Qiu's little hand under the table, and touched her slender legs.
Mu Qiu sat like a needle blanket, absent-minded when eating.
Seeing Mu Qiu frowning for a while, and biting the chopsticks for a while, Du Tingting put down the chopsticks in his hand.
"Qiu'er, do you have no appetite?" Worried that Mu Qiu was unwell 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, slowly chewing the bland rice in his mouth. After swallowing the meal, Mu Qiu responded, "No discomfort, but there seems to be a red bump on my leg, which is a little itchy."
"Is it hives?" Mu Qiu's skin is delicate, and there are many catkins in changing seasons, so she is prone to hives.
Mu Qiu hummed, "Maybe."
"There is ointment in the medicine box, apply some ointment after eating, don't scratch the skin."
"good."
"It's itching again." After speaking, Mu Qiu lowered his head, grabbed the culprit's hand, opened his mouth and bit the back of Cheng Yanmo's hand.
Cheng Yanmo's back stiffened from the pain.
He sat up straight, waited for Mu Qiuken to let go, and then shook his hand that was bitten with two rows of teeth marks.
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 it in 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, feeling a little guilty. "I'm sorry, the first time I bit someone, I didn't grasp the strength well."
"You still want to have a next time." Cheng Yanmo stared at Mu Qiu's pure and charming face, thought of the sharp teeth of this girl, and said with emotion: "It's really cruel."
"Cruel and merciless." Mu Qiu chuckled lightly, and she said, "Yes, I am indeed ruthless and merciless."
Cheng Yanmo pointed at the door of his house, 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 no choice but to accompany Cheng Yanmo for another walk, 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 Cheng Yanmo hugged her waist 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, and kissed her directly.
Cheng Yanmo's kiss was fierce and full of hints.
Mu Qiu was out of breath soon.
"Follow me in, huh?"
Mu Qiu panted and nodded.
Cheng Yanmo carried Mu Qiu into the living room, sat down with Dama Jindao, and put Mu Qiu on his lap. A corner of the pajamas was lifted up by Cheng Yanmo, Mu Qiu sensed Cheng Yanmo's intentions, and she hurriedly put her hands on Cheng Yanmo's chest.
There was a distance between the upper body of the two, and the lower body was 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 and never return after sending it back
"It's okay, just say that I drank a cup of coffee at my house." Grinding coffee beans, boiling the coffee, and drinking a cup of coffee, it will take more than half an hour to say the least.
Mu Qiu's concentration was not good, so he was easily persuaded by Cheng Yanmo. -
Mu Qiu was afraid that she would be seen as strange 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 returned home, Du Tingting hadn't had her lunch break yet. Du Tingting yawned and fell asleep with a pillow in her arms.
Unable to bear hearing that, Du Tingting raised her eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that she was neatly dressed, she lowered her head again and asked, "Why did you go there for so long?"
Mu Qiujin followed Cheng Yanmo's instruction, and lied without blushing, "drank a cup of coffee and visited 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 go eat it, and then go to take a nap."
"good."
Watching Mu Qiu finish the cup of dessert, Du Tingting went back to her room. Back in the room, Du Tingting opened the window and looked at the villa diagonally ahead. She thought of the scene she saw before, and her mood was extremely complicated.
The young master of the Cheng family pressed her family's Mu Qiu on the gate of the yard to kiss. They kissed so hotly that they looked like veterans.
They are all adults, and Du Tingting doesn't believe that Mu Qiu went to drink coffee at Cheng Yanmo's house. What on earth is Cheng Yanmo thinking? Doesn't he know that Mu Qiu is a person whose time is numbered
Du Tingting was preoccupied with something, and was restless all afternoon.
When Mu Mian came back from get off work at night, Du Tingting told him about it. "The Lin family next door has a new neighbor, Mr. Cheng Yanmo from the Chuandong Group."
Hearing about this, Mu Mian was more surprised than surprised, "Really?" It's a good thing to be neighbors with Cheng Yanmo.
"He called at my house today, and I took him to lunch."
Hearing this, Mu Mian's mind changed. It seemed that Mr. Cheng had a good impression of them. Thinking about it, he could deepen his relationship with Mr. Cheng, and maybe he could reach a business relationship in the future.
But Du Tingting's next sentence directly fooled Mu Mian: "He seems to be Qiu'er's boyfriend. I saw them kissing in the Lin's yard."
"Cheng Yanmo and Qiu'er?" Mu Mian felt that this matter was a bit unreal, "How is it possible? They are several years apart in age, and they have never been in contact with each other. Besides, how could a person like Cheng Yanmo like a girl like us, Mu Qiu? ?”
It's not that Cheng Yanmo has had ambiguous partners around him, but which one is not a woman with big breasts, big buttocks, good looks and high family status
Thinking this way, Mu Mian doesn't think that his daughter is different from others, it's just that Mu Qiu and Cheng Yanmo's rumored partners in the past are completely different types.
Whether it is his strong family background, personal ability or business insight, Cheng Yanmo is one in a million. Mu Qiu was able to associate with a man like Cheng Yanmo, Mu Mian should have been happy to see it.
But their Mu Qiu is a person whose life is not long
However, thinking about the progress of another matter, Mu Mian finally had a smile on his face. "Cheng Yanmo is a good man. Mu Qiu has a good eye and found a good man."
Hearing what Mu Mian said, Du Tingting was only surprised. "Husband, don't you think this is tricky? We Qiu'er will not live long. If she dies, what will Mr. Cheng do?"
Du Tingting always felt ashamed of that Mr. Cheng.
"They're all adults, I'll do what you like." Mu Mian took this matter very lightly. Seeing that Du Tingting was depressed and worried, Mu Mian shared a piece of good news with her. "There is new news from the organ bank. We seem to have a heart that matches Qiu'er."
A touch of ecstasy climbed up Du Tingting's thin cheeks. She squeezed Mu Mian's arm tightly and asked tremblingly, "Is it true?"
"Well, the donor is critically ill and is still alive for the time being, so we have to wait."
"Okay, this is really 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 survive, Du Tingting's eyes were full of vitality again.
"Don't tell Qiu'er about this beforehand. We'll tell her when the news is confirmed." Mu Mian told Du Tingting.
Du Tingting hurriedly said hello. -
Early this morning, Song Ci received a call from Alan. "Song Song, brother Jiang's mental state is not very good, do you want to come and see him?"
"What's up with him?"
Allen hesitated to speak, "Brother Jiang seems to have a mental problem. He often talks to himself in the air, talking and laughing at the same time. I feel scared when I look at it."
The most worrying thing still appeared.
Song Ci hung up the phone, quickly changed her clothes and went to Yan Jiang's house.
She rang the doorbell, thinking that it would be Allen who opened the door, but it turned out that it was Yan Jiang standing inside the door.
Yan Jiang was well dressed, with a white base shirt, beige gray trousers, and a short black Chanel top. He is the most handsome man in the entertainment industry with peerless elegance.
Seeing Song Ci outside the door, Yan Jiang suddenly laughed. He held Song Ci's hand, rubbed it, and said, "Ah Fei, why aren't you wearing a coat? It's cold outside today. Your hands are cold. .”
Hearing this, Song porcelain fell into an ice cellar.
It also happened that it was very 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 to put on, tied up her long hair, and drove directly to see Yan Jiang.
Song Ci and Song Fei already looked the same, but wearing a sweater and having their hair tied up made them even more alike.
Song Ci was dragged into the room by Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang chattered, "You'll be back in a while after you go out. Alan has made lunch, and the food is almost cold." He pressed Song Ci on the dining table. chair.
Yan Jiang opened the food cover and served Song Ci a bowl of cod porridge. "Here, you eat this."
After looking at Yan Jiang for a moment, Song Ci picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of cod porridge, and put it into his mouth. The taste was very fresh and tender. After taking two bites, she felt very depressed and panicked, especially uncomfortable.
At the dinner table, Yan Jiangyan laughed at Yan Yan, and kept picking up dishes for Song Ci, all of which were Song Fei's favorites. Song Ci ate one by one, "I'm full."
Yan Jiang stopped serving her food.
Noticing that Yan Jiang didn't eat anything, Song Ci turned cold on purpose, imitating Song Fei's tone, "You eat."
Sure enough, Yan Jiang listened to her very much, and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth, but didn't add much food.
Song Ci stared at him silently, feeling extremely uncomfortable. After dinner, Yan Jiang took Song Ci to the screening room and found a French movie called "Butterfly".
"Last time you mentioned that you wanted to watch 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 grandpa is also lively and interesting. This was supposed to be a pleasant movie to watch, but Song Ci became more and more silent the more he watched it.
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 her right hand to hold Yan Jiang's much thinner cheek.
Yan Jiang was slightly taken aback.
Song Ci raised her head and pressed her cheek to Yan Jiang.
She seemed to be kissing him.
When Song Ci's lips were about to approach Yan Jiang's lips, Yan Jiang suddenly turned his head away, "I'll change to a movie and watch The Pianist at Sea, okay?"
Song Ci sat back in his original position.
She pointed out calmly and ruthlessly: "You know I'm not her. Ah Jiang, do you still want to deceive yourself?"
Yan Jiang remained motionless.
"If you really thought of me as her, you wouldn't have reacted like this when I kissed you just now. 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 she had to tell him: "Yan Jiang, I'm not her, you know that."
Yan Jiang suddenly covered his face with his hands. His shoulders trembled slightly, his throat moved up and down, and tears filled between his fingers.
"Song Song" Yan Jiang broke his voice as soon as he opened his mouth. The voice was hoarse, like gauze torn by sharp scissors, "She is dead"
"Ah Fei is dead, the body is not complete!" He cried so bitterly that he was speechless for a while. Song Ci quickly got up and walked in front of Yan Jiang, put his arms around his head, and pressed him into his arms.
"There are broken limbs all over the place. I searched 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 will not be able to go to hell after death. They will turn into lonely ghosts, wandering in the land of death day and night, constantly looking for their bodies.
Thinking that his A Fei would be trapped forever in a turbulent place in a foreign country, Yan Jiang's heart ached like a knife.
Like a child, Yan Jiang hugged Song Ci's waist tightly, his tears and snot rubbing against Song Ci's hoodie. That was the first time Yan Jiang cried in front of Song Ci, and he lost all his face and image.
Song Ci's eyes were also red, and she couldn't help crying along with Yan Jiang.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Ci realized that Yan Jiang in his arms had lost his voice. She was very disturbed, thinking that Yan Jiang had fainted, but when she looked down, she realized that Yan Jiang was just asleep.
She just hugged Yan Jiang like that, not daring to let go or move.
After a while, Allen walked in.
Seeing that Yan Jiang had finally fallen asleep, he told Song Ci the truth. "Brother Jiang hasn't slept in the past few days, he seems to be 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 earlier." Song Ci himself was living in a muddle these days, so he didn't consider Yan Jiang's situation.
She felt a little guilty because she had neglected Yan Jiang.
In order to take care of Yan Jiang these days, Allen didn't rest well, and his eyes were blue and gray. Song Ci said to Allen: "Come on, Allen, help me, we will send him back to his room to sleep. You also go to sleep, don't burn yourself out."
"good."
Yan Jiang was so exhausted that he didn't wake up even after Song Ci and A Lun rubbed each other.
Put Yan Jiang to lie down in the master bedroom, afraid that he would wake up in the night and be afraid of the dark, Song Ci deliberately turned on a wall lamp. "Aaron, go and rest, I'll be right back."
It was true that Allen couldn't hold it any longer, so he 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 Dormition Hall.
Standing in the hall of the Dormition Hall, staring at Song Fei's urn, Song Ci smiled wryly, and couldn't help asking: "Song Fei, are you satisfied? Seeing A Jiang going crazy for you, are you satisfied?"
How could Song Fei answer her
After stroking the cold urn with her fingers 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 rest hall and saw Han Zhan.
"How do you know I'm here?" After crying for a while, Song Ci's voice sounded like a broken gong, which was very harsh.
"Ah Song told me." Han Zhan came over and covered Song Ci's eyes, "Go home, and you also go back and have a good sleep."
Han Zhan picked up Song Ci and put him 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 was domineering and could not be questioned.
Song Ci was also really tired. She closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep in Han Zhan's arms. The car was driving smoothly, shaking slightly, and Song Ci actually fell asleep.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's cheeks that had lost weight recently, and felt a little distressed 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 vibrated suddenly.
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 meeting room.
"Mr. Han."
Han Zhan didn't respond.
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 managing money, Maybe there is enough money to ask for a daughter-in-law.
With no worries, the man can feel at ease. "Thank you, Mr. Han, I will try my best to handle what you explained."
Han Zhan interrupted the other party, "It's not that you are required to do your best, but it must be done properly."
"If things fail, Doctor Zhu, you can only walk into the prison and be carried out sideways." Han Zhan's tone was quite easy-going, but what he said made people feel chills.
Han Zhan nailed an iron nail into the opponent's heart without haste, which made the opponent feel uneasy. "I will definitely do it!"
Han Zhan hung up the phone, unbuttoned his shirt impatiently, and cursed, "Idiot, I have to let you sit in prison."
After scolding, Han Zhan returned to his calm and upright look. -
Xinqiao Hospital is a private hospital. Xinqiao Hospital was established 30 years ago. The first president was Du Lengsheng, who was Du Tingting's father.
After Du Lengsheng passed away, Xinqiao Hospital became Du Tingting's property. Du Tingting has been used to living a pampered life these years, so she has no intention of taking care of her property at all.
Therefore, the nominal chairman of this hospital is Du Tingting, but in fact the person in charge is Mu Mian.
The No. 2 building of Xinqiao Hospital is the inpatient department, and the 8th floor is the activity floor of the chairman. Medical staff, patients and family members are not allowed to enter.
In the middle of the night, a light on the eighth floor was turned on.
Mu Mian walked in from the door, and the lights in the corridor cast his shadow on the ground, elongated, and looked like a devil.
Mu Mian walked into the ward, staring at the limp woman on the bed after being injected with sleeping potions. The girl was thin and thin, and her already fair cheeks looked more like fooling around under the light, pale and pale.
No one would have guessed 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 even with her wings!
Song Fei had already woken up, but the effect of the medicine hadn't worn off. Her bones felt limp when she heard a sound, and she couldn't even open her eyelids, so she could only squint them open.
Mu Mian walked to the bed and looked down at Song Fei. "You're awake." Mu Mian said calmly, without any anxiety or panic that kidnappers should have.
Song Fei squinted at Mu Mian, her lips moved, unable to speak.
Mu Mian suddenly said: "Actually, you have regained consciousness that time." Mu Mian's words were nonsensical, but Song Fei understood.
Mu Mian: "In the nursing home, I took your blood and sent it to be matched with Mu Qiu's blood for a test. You disappeared the next night. You sensed the danger and ran away while I wasn't paying attention."
Song Fei's disappearance directly disrupted all of Mu Mian's plans and made him a headache for a while. "Song Fei, you really impress me."
Song Fei pursed her lips again, as if she had something to say.
Mu Mian thought she was weak, so he bent down caringly, showing an attitude of listening attentively. "Tell me, I'll listen." After speaking, Mu Mian heard Song Fei say—
"Say your mother."
After finishing speaking, Song Fei spat on Mu Mian's face.
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(end of this chapter)